Bab 345: Chapter 330 Sigrid Doesn't Respect Martial Arts_1

The upper layers of Bandera city, cradled in rolling thunder, had now become a city as dark as an empty valley due to the sudden appearance of the Bishop of Nirvana.

The city-state's imperial music drastically sped up, morphing into a sharp and ambiguous strange melody.

Meanwhile, the illusions beneath the city started to collapse, gradually revealing their true faces amid twisting transformations.

Piles of chaos-engulfed remains of citizens were akin to tiny black fingers trying to claw their way up, their eyes eerily like gouged, deep voids. Seemingly alerting every passerby, the parted lips of the deceased murmured a warning; this place was, indeed, a point of no return.

It was undoubtedly Asksan's masterpiece.

Of course, he might not have accomplished it all by himself.

Even the Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church wouldn't abandon the imperial speakers and arbitrarily cause the Protoss Empire to wage an endless war against them.