o contact with him and were unfamiliar with the customs of the Lanci tribe.Now Sun Tzu is definitely secretly enjoying himself.When he's usually calm, he's really calm! Not a bit fake.Ranch definitely...Chapter 349: The Shocking Phone Call From Ranchi

After an unknown amount of time on the run, the blizzard brought Anello to the walls of Bone City, the northernmost city in the Snowfield Province. (Due to caching reasons, please visit the website directly through your browser to view the fastest chapter updates.)

This city-state's towering walls were etched with weathered glyphs. The city gate blended seamlessly with the snowfield, and nearby cavalry patrolled the area, their gaze sharp, missing no detail.

Anello accelerated forward in the snow, the wind and snow behind him almost swallowing him whole. The sky was gray, with only snowflakes dancing in the air.

As he approached the city walls, the wind and snow gradually subsided. The heavy clouds seemed to lift from over Bonn, replaced by a thin ray of warm sunlight filtering through the gaps.

The light, now beginning to brighten, shone like a guide, upon the city wall, casting a golden rim along the edge of its ancient stones.

Anello's eyes were captivated, his heart gradually slowing, the lingering fear within him replaced by a sense of safety and hope. The city-state's protective barrier seemed so gentle and welcoming, like a haven in paradise.

Anello walked into the city gate, no longer looking so panicked. When the guards checked him, he took out from under his clothing a unique Imperial military ID card bearing his name and identification insignia.

The guards, upon seeing his identity, immediately saluted and respectfully allowed him to pass.

The city gate slowly creaked open, revealing the bustling interior of Boerne City. From atop the ramparts, one could see a vibrant scene: bustling streets, lively markets, and towering buildings. This was a world apart from the silent, snow-covered wilderness beyond.

Agnelo took a deep breath. He could feel the long-held anxiety in his chest finally released, his heartbeat gradually stabilizing. Every cell in his body was rejoicing for this moment of peace.

Walking down the main street, he knew that though he had escaped this time, he now had a more important mission to accomplish.

The people in the city were utterly unaware of what was happening in the world outside. They continued their lives, carrying on with their foolish laughter.

If not for the great mage Loran, who dwells in this snow province, he would surely select more lucky ones and slaughter these beasts as evidence to present to the tyrannical Church.

The closer the buildings are to the city center, the more orderly and majestic they appear.

Among the most striking is the Temple of the Order of the Weeping Knight, standing at the end of Bonn Square.

Its spire stands tall, each stone imbued with the marks of history.

When Anello saw the temple, a slight smile appeared on his face.

Upon entering the temple, he immediately located the high priest who was stationed there.

Seeing the Nirvana Son, Anhelo, a glimmer of shock flashed in the Patriarch's eyes, quickly replaced by joy.

"Lord Agnar, your arrival is an honor to our Glacial Province Mournful Knights division."

He bowed.

Spare me the compliments, I need to see the governor of Boern City, immediately.

Agnello had little patience for circling with the grand inquisitor, he said coldly.

The High Priest was somewhat surprised by Angelo's order. It was clear that something very urgent had occurred, causing Angelo to display such an attitude. Nevertheless, the High Priest quickly nodded and gestured for Angelo to go straight outside the temple.

Of course, I will take you to the Governor's Mansion.

He replied.

Inside the temple, gilded splendor met Agnello's gaze, but he remained unmoved. He simply walked with the Grand Priest through the corridors, quickly leaving the temple.

The streets of Bonn city are paved with white stone bricks, lined with trees and flower beds. Despite the frequent snow and storms, the northern vegetation here remains lush.

On the street, pedestrians stepped aside when they saw Anhelo and the Silent Branch Abbot passing by.

Anello had no thoughts on the attitude of the people in the Snowfield Province. This place was almost like a province abandoned during wartime. If it weren't for its geographical location, being far from the northern border province and relatively close to the Box Mountain Province, it would have already perished along with the others.

And this remote province, besides being full of stubborn nobles, was a mess, with no one even from the imperial capital of Herloom willing to take the post of governor.

However, it is said that a short while ago, the Snowfield Province was given a new governor with a strong hand. The city of Bourne even built a governor's mansion for him in advance. After the governor took office, he started working there directly. As for Blake Bourne, the former lord of Bourne City, who was imprisoned for treason and will be sent to the Imperial capital Helorum for further trial, the city-state is now managed by the governor and several other lords, becoming a new administrative center recognized by both the provincial nobles and the common people.

Soon, Anello and the Grand Inquisitor arrived at the other end of the city-state. In the distance stood a more imposing new structure—the Boreng City Snow Field Province Governor's Mansion. Their footsteps echoed on the paved road, carrying a sense of urgency.

Crossing a wide plaza, the two arrived at the Governor's Mansion of Boern City. This manor stood on a high terrace, with statues of various imperial heroes surrounding its doors, as if their souls would still guard the empire for generations to come.

The Grandmaster made his intentions known to the guards at the gate, who immediately allowed them passage and contacted the high-ranking officials within using a communication device.

The Governor's Mansion doors creaked open, revealing a magnificent hall. Beautiful tapestries hung on either side of the walls, depicting the totems of each city-state in the Snowfield Province. The wall sconces cast a soft glow.

Before Agnello could wait long in the hall, a middle-aged man came down the wide staircase. He wore a dark brown nobleman's robe and seemed to be working, but took the time out to meet them upon their arrival.

In the Grand Hall of the Governor's Palace, every guard present bowed deeply to the aristocratic middle-aged man, showing him profound respect.

"May I ask what brings the Grand Master to the Governor's mansion today"

As Lord Levin Kinston strode towards the two men, his eyes radiated calm and composure. He invited them inside while asking:

It wasn't I who came to find you, it was our Lord of Extinction who has important business to attend to.

The Grand Master succinctly introduced Anello to Lord Kingston, saying, "Lord Anello, this is Lord Kingston, the acting governor of the Snowfield Province. He handles many matters in the absence of the governor."

"So it's the Holy Child of Extinction, after all."

Upon hearing this, Lord Quentin Stoneston's face lit up with a look of comprehension and respect.

"If you have anything you need, just let me know."

Lord Levenston's voice was calm and measured, conveying a sense of trustworthiness and reliability.

The Saint of Annihilation nodded faintly.

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Agnello's voice held no extraneous emotion.

But our communication terminals in the Snowfields Province are now under control and restriction by the Imperial military.

Lord Kinsington paused for a moment, then nodded slowly in response.

I have the authorization.

Anello glanced coldly at Viscount Quintston.

"Alright, we will certainly fulfill your request as soon as possible. However, what exactly is the emergency that requires you to contact both the Imperial Capital and the front lines with such haste"

Lord Quentinston walked on with Angelo and the High Priest, a touch of worry in his voice.

A flash of caution crossed Anelo's eyes, quickly returning to his usual coldness.

Lord Quintin was a shrewd man, and caring about the safety of the Frostwind Province was perfectly normal for him. Especially now, when he intended to spread the news of "Loren's presence within the Empire" as widely as possible.

"The High Priest of the Southern Continent, Loren, has arrived. I must use the communication terminal to inform the imperial high command of this emergency as soon as possible. As for everything else, we'll discuss it later after contact is established."

Agnelo replied briefly.

"Is that true"

Lord Quinsborough raised his eyebrows in surprise and exclaimed,

But he didn't say much, only nodded slightly, his expression solemn as he quickened his pace, motioning for Agnello to continue following him, as if understanding the urgency of the situation.

The three of them ascended the stairs to the third floor of the Governor's Mansion. The carpet along the corridor was embroidered with golden crests and coats of arms, reflecting the brilliance and ambition of the snowfield. This floor was the meeting area and the Governor's office, guarded by elite troops from several provinces. The lights were arranged just right in every corner, and the dazzling chandeliers on the high arched ceiling illuminated the entire hallway as bright as day.

Lord Kinsston led his party to a pair of massive oak doors. He pushed them open, revealing a well-appointed office. The walls were lined with dark wood paneling and the shelves overflowed with valuable ancient texts and records from the city-state.

And on the desk, lay neatly organized pending files and valuable magical apparatus.

One of them is a communication terminal connected to the provincial switching hub.

Lord Kinsington gestured to Angelo towards the communication terminal: "My Lord Annihilator, please."

Anello nodded absently, then looked at Viscount Cinston and the Grand Inquisitor without speaking.

Two people, caught by his gaze, instantly understood and nodded in greeting before turning back to close the door.

Thus.

In this spacious office, only Angelo remained.

His body involuntarily relaxed slightly.

A subtle scent of aged wood hung in the air, while wall sconces cast a warm glow throughout the space. Every detail, from the Protosian Empire-style decor to the carefully arranged furniture, spoke of an ordered and weighty seat of power.

This is precisely what Anelone needs on her journey of escape and combat: a sense of safety and reliance.

Walking up to the communications terminal, he inserted the Imperial military's special 【encrypted communication program】 into the terminal and began making the contact he needed.

As he waited for the call to connect, his heart began to race again.

It is still a great accomplishment to spread this message, which would surely shake the Protoss Empire.

He will gain the trust of Protoss high command and unimaginable prestige!

A buzzing and a tone came from the mouthpiece, signaling that the connection was successful.

Anel's task was finally nearing completion. All the pressure, all the shadows, vanished in this moment, dispelled by the sunlight and filled with profound satisfaction and anticipation. It felt as though after a long journey, he had finally reached the oasis of his heart.

Next second.

A warm voice, somewhat unexpected for Agnello, came from within the headset.

Hello.

Anelno was still steeped in that tranquility, his heart full of hope, but when that sound arose.

A chill seemed to well up from Anello's ear and into his very marrow.

His hand trembled like an electric shock, wanting to drop the phone.

This doesn't sound like a military officer from the Herlome Defense Authority in the Imperial City.

What terrified him even more was that the voice, he seemed to have heard it just recently!

(The End)

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