S rating."""Blood moon bad world..."Both of them looked at the newly appeared settlement information with confused expressions.This vast world has many ancient eras.Hundreds or even thousands of years...Chapter 350: Lanchi's Personal Guard

Anello's fingers gripped the magic-conducting microphone, unsure whether to loosen or tighten their hold so much that his knuckles turned white. [/p]

He felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

This bright space, this office that should have brought him comfort, in this moment instantly became a closed cage from which he couldn't escape, locking him in more clearly.

It should have been connected to the Imperial capital's communications.

Yet, such a familiar yet strange voice came from across the way

Anel's mind raced with thoughts.

How could the dedicated communication line between the Snowfield Province and the Imperial City of Helrom be occupied by someone else

Could it be that the entire imperial capital, the entire front line, has already fallen into the enemy's hands

This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

It must be his delusion!

Agnello's eyes flashed with a wild, trapped fear, desperate to see the truth.

The panic in his heart spread, and he finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly but trying to remain calm: "I beg your pardon, sir, but which officer are you from the Imperial Defense Ministry"

"We just met, didn't we You've already forgotten my voice"

The other party remained relaxed and composed, with a hint of a smile playing on their lips.

If this were confirmed, the sound would be like a hammer blow to Anello's chest.

Although Anello reacted quickly, he was still a step too late.

He wanted to leave this confined space, further escaping the eerie atmosphere of Bonn City, but just as he was about to let go of the receiver, a wave of intense numbness struck him like lightning, spreading instantly throughout his body.

Is there still a trap in the Governor's office!

In the midst of his terror, Angelo found that when he tried to move his magic, an indescribable heaviness and sluggishness enveloped him. It was as if a bird about to take flight suddenly encountered a falling sky, transforming into a mountain that pressed down upon him!

He tried to struggle, but his body was fixed in place, even the slightest step seeming incredibly difficult.

The entire office walls began to emit a deep blue light, the hallmark of a military anti-magic barrier, and with it came the suppressive effect of the city defense barrier on violent criminals within the city-state.

At the same time, poisonous gas began to flow into the room through the ventilation ducts.

Even as the Holy Son of Extinction held his breath in the first instant, he felt a weakness spreading through his body and his vision began to blur.

The space seemed to compress and collapse, the air thinning, as if it would squeeze life from him.

Agnello now understood that he had fallen into a big trap.

Under normal circumstances, the highest level of authority in a province would be individual sixth rankers. Even fifth rankers are a rare occurrence, not worthy of his attention at all. But now, trapped in this prison, he is in extreme danger!

His face was pale, his eyes filled with unease, and beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Angelos tried hard to stay awake, but every cell in his body felt like it was screaming that this might be a no-escape situation.

With the double barrier fully formed, the door to the Governor's Office was flung open with a crash. The High Priest of the Annihilation Branch had vanished, leaving only Lord Cinston and his contingent of provincial elite entering the room.

The heavy thud of each footstep on the opulent carpet echoed through the grand governor's office, like the measured tread of death itself. The sensation of oppression that this sound instilled in Alone was far more chilling than the restraints of the magic barrier he had been confined within.

Emerging were several heavily armed provincial combat elites. They were well-prepared, their eyes deep and cold, appearing devoid of soul, like demon warriors from an ancient battlefield.

Previously, to combat the Ghost Party, the finest forces of the entire province were assembled and underwent short-term training under Lanche's guidance. Subsequently, Xia Ya continued to guide them, transmitting the governor's tactics and combat philosophy, and they have now become a mature extermination force.

These individuals, summoned by Lord Kinsston, were all captains-level fifth-rank warriors.

Wearing masks, they didn't give Anelno any chance to explain. They launched their attack without a word. One light warrior charged forward suddenly, his fists aimed straight at Anelno's jaw. Several other heavy warriors quickly grasped their ice spears and surrounded Anelno, each movement precise and economical.

In their hands, they wielded razor-sharp ice spikes that pulsed with deep black runes. These were not natural ice but military-grade magitech, capable of potent silencing and freezing effects.

Although the paralysis effect on Anello had just been removed by his purification, he was suppressed by the barrier, causing his magical flow and casting speed to be reduced several times. The poison in the room was also constantly continuing. He desperately used his fighting instinct to dodge the light warrior's sneak attack and tried to cast a spell with barely enough energy to fight back, but compared to those fully-fledged heavy warriors, he was now like a vulnerable soft-boned beast being hunted by elite hunters!

A heavily armored warrior charged at Angelo first, wielding an ice spike intending to pierce his limbs. Angelo, though hampered, refused to yield. He channeled the most basic of magics, quickly directing it to his wrist. As the ice spike neared his wrist, a powerful burst sent the heavy warrior flying backwards in an instant.

In an instant, Anelon attempted to summon his magic. Dark gray flames surged from beneath his feet, trying to burn through the enemy's blockade.

But this difficult spell looked especially sluggish in the eyes of the enemy. They showed not a shred of fear or apprehension; one of them quickly raised his shield in his left hand and a club in his right, aiming at Anello, wanting to subdue him to the ground.

Meanwhile, two heavily armed warriors had flanked him from the sides, undeterred by pain or injury. Their ice spikes darted towards Anelo like venomous snakes!

Aeneas was surrounded, once again attempting to repel the warriors with his magic. In an instant, he felt a heavy tug on his already burdened feet. One of the warriors had taken advantage of his distraction and hurled a spiked anchor with a chain attached, ensnaring his leg securely.

The light warrior cautiously approached, not rushing to attack but using their companion's distractions to find an opportunity. They were preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Anhelo or simply continue to disrupt him.

"You bunch of bastards!!"

Angelos roared, a swirling vortex of ash flames forming around him like a shield, deflecting the enemy's menacing ice spikes aimed at sealing his demonic power.

But the guard corps had already planned every step with military precision.

One of the light warriors suddenly accelerated toward Angelo, rushing forward with a fearless gaze and tightly clenched ice spikes in his hands, aiming to pierce Angelo's eyes.

This sting forced Anello to dodge to protect his eyes.

However, before he could focus his blurred vision, a heavy warrior had silently approached him from behind.

A tall and cold figure skillfully and swiftly smashed a blunt object against Anello's skull, sending him reeling. Then, from the side, another heavily armed warrior wearing knuckle dusters landed a brutal hook punch on Anello's stomach with bloodthirsty eyes gleaming red. The impact felt like his entire body had been crushed by the fist!

Today, four chapters are complete. Two more chapters are still being revised and will be finished before 9:30.

[ ]the great love poets know their own bad taste and have a clear self-awareness about being unclassifiable.Lanche didn't think he had a problem at all.Hubberley could no longer tell who in the room were...