The upper levels of Banderra City, surrounded by rumbling thunder, had now become a gloomy urban valley after the sudden appearance of Nirvana Bishop Askesang.
The Imperial Army's city-state music accelerated wildly, turning into a sharp, erratic, bizarre melody.
Meanwhile, the illusion in the lower levels of the city began to collapse, gradually revealing the truth as it twisted apart.
The jumbled corpses of the residents piled up like mountains resembled countless tiny black fingers, trying to climb higher. The eyes of the dead had all turned into deep, chiseled holes—hollow and lifeless. Their slightly open mouths seemed to warn every passerby that this was a desperate place from which there was no turning back.
Clearly, this was Askesang's masterpiece.
Of course, he might not have completed it alone.
Even a Cardinal Bishop of the Rebirth Church would not abandon his comfortable position as the empire's decision-maker to do something that would make the Protos Empire fight him to the death for no reason.
Someone had to be working with him. Some greater scheme had driven Askesang to carry out this massacre.
With the battle now impossible to avoid, Askesang observed the two people trapped within his spatial lockdown with great interest. He was in no hurry to erase them.
"Besides the investigation team from the imperial capital, there are other little rats here to cause trouble."
Askesang sighed, as though mourning Major General Fan Leiku.
"Were you sent by the Imperial Great Sage Isis, or by the Duke Berenhard family?"
He raised his eyes and interrogated them again.
Askesang's voice was calm, as though the sands of time were flowing from his mouth. Every word carried irresistible magic.
"..."
Completely immobilized in the silence, Lanchi only watched Sigrid's movements beside him.
With the Transformation Art: Human that he had