he understood the extraordinary fact that he could not chant spells.At this point, a chill suddenly ran down Ferrat's spine.He suddenly realized.It seemed as if something tore through the air.A figure...Chapter 140: The Choice Lanci Gave

Eikterite Academy, the entire Jera Memorial Square was eerily silent at this moment.

Every tree, every fallen leaf, even every gust of wind, seemed to be frozen, caught in a silent state of shock.

Even the people on the square, whether they were serious professors passing by, lively students, or bustling service personnel, all stopped their movements and stared wide-eyed at this unexpected scene.

On the screen——

The Annihilation Saintess fell to her knees before Ranchi, unable to rise.

Like a principal caught a incorrigible bad student and punished him.

Finally.

"Did you see what card he used..."

A student asked blankly.

"I remember a psychic technique called 'Psychic Interruption' that could temporarily disrupt targets within a 3-meter radius, causing them to freeze. This spell seems similar, but... I can't say for sure..."

The horror of psychic control lies in its nature: it is either continuous, or so brief that purification is unnecessary to break free.

So even the destroyed Saintess is dumbfounded at this moment.

Before she could react, she had already knelt before Lance.

"I'm impressed, it takes more than ten mothers to make this kind of card!"

It must have been Lance who did it!

If they had seen this card before, they might have suspected it was an infernal thing produced by the illness of the shadow world.

But now that we know the Lanchi tribe's habits and that Lanchi is an Icerite Academy student, a prospective platinum-level card maker, there's no need to guess who made this card!

"Teacher Daly really deserved to die!"

"No, what kind of white mage is this guy"

The battle, which had been a flash of lightning and fire until Lanchi revealed his abilities as a white mage, had turned the tide in mere seconds.

Students of the Ecthelion Academy are still reeling from Rance's epoch-making healing school.

> And why is he himself not influenced by the great love poets

As is well known, the core of the Ranchi system is the great love poet. She can complement the Ranchi tribe who are most skilled at provoking enemies.

But the Great Love Poet is also a terrifying card that can consume its wielder if they are not careful. Without a firm enough mind, one could fall directly into the allure and amplified emotions of the Great Love Poet, becoming a puppet under her control.

Many students on the plaza had been looking forward to seeing Lynch's shadow world challenge for a long time. They had only ever seen Lynch messing with people's psyches, never seen him have any emotional changes because of a great poet!

After this man and card met, they went wild, running freely without any cost!

Not until a long silence had settled all around.

"Because he was the nascent eastern dawn, he wouldn't have human emotions."

Finally, someone spoke up.

"

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" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"You're right, but that's Lanche. High physique, extremely high magic power upper limit white mage, with control, interference, immunity, self-carried physical taunt, will trick you into signing a contract, and can also add unremovable anger and chaos states to the enemy, big love poet one open just ahhhh."

A burly man from the Soul of a Fighter team, wept with anguish, his face contorted in pain.

It's like finally being able to confide my troubles to my classmates.

Even to this day, he still can't forget the sight of his older sister, Tsvirevina, who had never shed a tear even after their office was destroyed by Ranch, crying for an entire day.

……

Lichtenstein Castle Church.

Even though the setting sun had already hinted at the coming twilight, the straight rays of sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows crisscrossed each other, as if able to penetrate every corner of the world.

In the radiance reflected by the largest rose window.

The Ruin Saint, Adelis, who had lost her balance rapidly, knelt on the ground.

Lance stood straight before the Fallen Saintess, unmoving as he looked down at her with a hint of pity and regret in his eyes.

…"!!"

Once she realized the situation, humiliation weighed upon her like an invisible mountain, crushing the saintess's dignity. She gripped the ground with her fingers, her nails digging into the tiles as if trying to burrow into them, and let out a hoarse whisper.

"Ah ah...!!"

Her body trembled violently with pain and rage, each shudder a challenge to the cruel reality. Her bitten lips were bleeding, and pride and dignity, like blood leaving her body, were gone forever.

"Have you realized your mistake"

Ranch's voice was calm but with a hint of severity, as if he were torturing her last shred of dignity.

The Destruction Saint was facing this unprecedented humiliation. Her vision blurred uncontrollably, tears welling up, threatening to spill over.

Finally, a single glistening tear rolled down from her noble and icy eyes, landing on the cold stone floor.

The Saint of Destruction who has never knelt before anyone.

Finally, she clearly realized that she was kneeling before a boy younger than her in front of everyone from the Southern Continent.

That was as if a piercing gaze could be transmitted from the Otherworld, so sharp that it made the Annihilation Saint want to reduce her opponent to ashes.

It is a stone's throw away from the ranch, yet infinitely far.

Lanche's current expression, calm and composed, was as if she were never considered a serious opponent.

He was simply punishing her.

The Destruction Saintess didn't know what other cards Ranchi had left up his sleeve, to be able to so openly disregard her.

At the same time she was being overwhelmed by emotion, her last shred of rationality made a final decision.

The executioner, paladin, and male guards who witnessed this scene immediately reacted!

"Kill!!"

Battle!!!

They know this is a rare opportunity.

The three maintained their full speed, their weapons whipping up a whirlwind, like three bolts of lightning, charging straight for the Ruinous Saint Adeline.

At this time, the destroyed Saintess' legs, as if having lost all feeling, were trembling increasingly. This was a sign that her nerves were about to recover and she would be able to stand again.

Even though today they stand almost no chance of all surviving against this desperate and destructive Saintess, the three of them remain resolute. For the safety of their teammates and to protect the mortal world from catastrophe, they advance with fearless determination!

However, at this time.

When the Destroyer Saintess had gradually risen, once again looking at Lan Qi.

On his left hand, a sinister orange mist swirled, like an abyss foreboding. On his right hand, a scorching orange electric cocoon burst forth, like the sun in all its divine glory.

Regardless of which one it was, it sent a bone-chilling premonition of danger to the Ruinous Saintess.

These two are by no means ordinary orange epics, they are terrifying moves that can decide her fate in an instant!

"......"

Lanche didn't speak, but the smile on his face was like that of a fairy in the lake, questioning the Destroyer Saintess.

Which card would you like me to use on you

(The End)

[ ]touch of cilantro oil for freshness.There's also a black chocolate egg milk soufflé, probably the final dessert. It looks like a fluffy and warm black chocolate egg custard, topped with ice-crystalize...