Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Seraph Miller!
On the other side, Veronica Vero was experiencing the greatest crisis of her life.
She lay flat on the back of the Nether Spirit Leopard, her hands tightly clasped around the Black Panther’s neck.
Not far behind, a six-winged Angel emitting a golden glow was closely pursuing them, each flap of its wings bringing a blinding Holy Light.
"Miss Vero!" The voice of the Nether Spirit Leopard was full of helplessness, its agile body darting swiftly through the dense forest, "I clearly warned you not to provoke that Angel!"
Things could have gone smoothly!
They had already found the relic left by Veronica’s grandfather and could have safely left the Sanctum.
But the young lady suddenly became playful and insisted on exploring the deeper parts of the Sanctum.
As a result, they ran straight into Michael, who had just entered the Sanctum.
The Nether Spirit Leopard had immediately sensed danger—
The oppressive presence emitted by that Angel far exceeded normal levels; it was definitely at an Extraordinary Level.
Just as she was about to quietly retreat with her master, Veronica stepped forward and bluntly asked:
"Would you be willing to become my Beastbond?"
Michael had originally intended to let this ignorant human go, but didn’t expect her to be so provocative.
How could the Angel Race, one of the top races in this world, demean themselves to become a Beastbond to a human?
"You dare court death!"
The Nether Spirit Leopard reacted immediately, grabbing Veronica by the collar and starting to flee just as Michael erupted in rage.
And this precisely enraged the proud Angel to the utmost—
Since his birth, no one had ever escaped from his grasp.
Watching the direction in which the human and beast were fleeing was precisely towards the center of the Sanctum.
This was exactly what delighted Michael.
His destination was the center of the Sanctum all along.
"Leo, I know I was wrong! Next time, I’ll definitely listen to you! I just...just wanted to pre-select a powerful Beastbond in anticipation of a Transcendent breakthrough!"
The Nether Spirit Leopard shook its head helplessly.
Even knowing this was an excuse, she couldn’t voice any reproach.
As the heir to the Vero Family, how could Veronica herself worry about her contracted Beastbond?
The family already had dedicated personnel who had arranged everything for her.
But now, blame was of no use.
Dodging another attack from behind, the Nether Spirit Leopard accelerated again.
If it were an ordinary Awakening Stage Beastbond being hunted by this Extraordinary Level Angel, they would have long perished regretfully.
But it was due to her willingly signing a Contract with Veronica that her Level was merely at Awakened Tier Nine.
Therefore, relying on years of combat experience and the Nether Spirit Leopard’s Speed, they barely managed to increase the distance from the Angel behind.
"Miss, hold on tight!"
A trace of determination flashed through the Nether Spirit Leopard’s pupils, its muscles tensing, speeding up by another bit.
Veronica clung tightly to the Black Panther’s neck, the strong wind whipping her long hair fiercely.
Suddenly, the outline of a towering city appeared on the horizon.
Seeing the city, delight shone in the Black Panther’s eyes.
"If there’s a city, it means there’s life there. They’re bound to be able to stall this Angel for a while."
However.
Veronica saw this city and hesitated for a moment.
"Wait! Leo, they’re all innocent, aren’t they...?"
The Angel forcing Leo to such an extent implied that...
That Angel’s power was extremely formidable!
Choosing to rush into the city could very likely bring catastrophe upon it.
Yet, the Black Panther’s steps did not falter; its voice was more serious than ever:
"Miss, you will inherit the Vero Family in the future; you must learn to make decisions at critical moments."
"But we clearly have life-saving means..."
"Miss!" The Black Panther interrupted harshly, its tone carrying a senior’s sternness, "Those cards come at a cost. If there is a chance to avoid it, why waste them in vain?"
Without giving Veronica a chance to ponder, the Black Panther charged directly toward the Holy City.
Just then, the Beastkin, who had just finished a battle, noticed something unusual.
"Look up at the sky! What’s that? A new Demon Clan?"
"No...No, wrong! It’s not the Demon Clan, it seems to be the Angel Race!"
"Angel Race? Could it be a companion of the Prophet?"
Just at this moment, Veronica on the Black Panther’s back entered their view.
The leading Beastkin captain’s pupils constricted sharply:
"No, that’s not right! That Angel is chasing the person in front! Wait...that seems to be another Prophet!"
"Everyone on high alert!"
The barrier cracked open slightly, and the Black Panther seized the chance to leap, landing inside the city with Veronica.
Before the two had a chance to catch their breath, they were immediately surrounded by a group of fully-armed Beastkin...
Not as a threat, but as protection!
Veronica blinked, and when she heard the Beastkin addressing her as "Prophet," she incredulously pointed at herself:
"Me?"
The Black Panther equally confusedly perked its ears.
They had headed straight for the target location upon entering the Sanctum, completely unaware of what had transpired within during that time.
Outside the city.
Michael was already hovering above the Holy City.
Looking down on the risen protective barrier, he wore a contemptuous smirk at the corner of his mouth.
This level of barrier.
"Ah, what one would expect from a primitive!"
Just as he was about to casually shatter the barrier, he suddenly sensed an incredibly familiar aura in the air.
"This aura..."
His pupils constricted to pinpoints.
"The aura of the Seraphim?"
Impossible?!
His father had clearly imprisoned the entire Seraphim in the dungeons.
Michael was sure that outside the Angel Race’s stronghold, there couldn’t possibly be any Seraphim on the loose.
Wait—
Michael suddenly recalled something, a flicker of ecstasy in his eyes.
The former Clan Leader’s daughter!
The little one that the remnants of the Seraphim had risked their lives to send out...
Lazuli!
"So hard to find..."
Michael’s lips twisted into a sinister arc.
His father was always anxious, worried that this young Seraph would grow up.
After all, although the Seraphim were slow to mature, once they reached adulthood, their combat strength far exceeded that of the Seraph Legion.
Now, he had discovered the trail of this significant threat!
Michael looked down upon the Beastkin below, who stood ready, slowly extending his right hand.
A long sword made entirely of gold coalesced in his palm, ancient Seraph runes entwined around the blade.
"Crack—"
He gently ran the tip of the sword, and the seemingly solid barrier tore open a menacing gash, like thin paper.
It was with this sword that he easily entered the Sanctum.
This sword was one of the treasures of the Angel Race.
Capable of disregarding all restrictions and barriers.
And the Beastkin, seeing Michael entering the Holy City with ease, were prepared for a desperate fight.
The Beastkin warriors encircled Veronica and the Black Panther protectively in the center.
"Sirs, you must leave quickly, I’ll hold him off!"
Seeing the Beastkin prepared for a battle to the death, Veronica shot a fierce glare at the Black Panther.
They had intended to use these Beastkin as a shield, but the Beastkin treated them as...
Seeing this scenario, even the Black Panther, who had lived many years, felt a bit embarrassed.
"Leo, aren’t you going to run? Can your conscience bear this?"
The Black Panther fell silent.
She didn’t want Veronica to pay the price, but merely a little price was what they’d pay!
Seeing Veronica standing firm, the Black Panther slowly stepped forward.
Wasn’t it just an Extraordinary Level Angel!
Back in the day, those would not even be worthy of carrying shoes in her presence.
She stepped forward, getting ready to act.
And it was just then.
Aster Grant emerged from the Land of Inheritance!
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