Don't confiscate my citizenship

The northern border of the Protos Empire.

The city of Dandelon is located between the northern border province of the empire and the Snowy Province. It is located on a short snow-covered plain between two towering mountains.

This independent town is shrouded in snow and ice most of the year, and the hours of sunlight are shorter. Like most city-states on the northern border, the nights are longer than the days.

Due to the rich resources around it, there are often scholars, hunters, prospectors, adventurers and other pedestrians from Snowfield Province stopping when they pass by.

Standing next to a small square in the center of the town, the building is made of dark wood and gray stone and has three floors. The roof is conical and covered with thick snow-white, as if it was put on a silver-white cloak. The wooden wind chimes hanging on the eaves swayed in the wind, making dry bell sounds from time to time.

The best hotel to be found in town, a spacious room on the third floor.

No matter how windy and snowy the house is outside, the entire space is silent under the soft natural light inside.

Occasionally there is the sound of pages being turned beside the round tall wooden table.

Apart from that, the only sound that was more subtle was Sigrid's breathing in the thick quilt on the bed.

Her face looked unsuspecting, her eyelashes twitching slightly.

She didn't know how long it had been like this, but she finally slowly opened her eyes.

Since the winters north of the border are very cold, most of the interior decorations seen in these towns are warm and warm with wood or solid colors.

Sigrid soon saw a figure sitting on a chair not far away, holding a book in one hand, as elegant as an old principal.

In the dim light, he looked extraordinarily tall. He was wearing a traditional dark suit. The coat was smooth and straight. He was still as meticulous as ever. His lowered eyes were deep and full of vicissitudes of life and enlightenment.

His left hand held the spine of the book firmly, and after a long time, he gently turned the pages with one hand. The sound became particularly clear in the wooden house.

The whole world seemed to lie between his pages.

He slowly turned his head.

Boss Cat went out to buy groceries.

Lan Qi probably knew that Sigrid's hazy eyes meant she was hungry, but lunch wasn't ready yet.

Although you can also buy lunch directly from the shops in the town, the cat boss said that buying food from outside is not healthy, and the meals it cooks are balanced.

Syd, who is now seriously injured and has yet to recover, needs to recuperate, and the cat boss is no longer so afraid of her and takes care of her.

Even if Sigrid didn't say anything, the cat boss knew that she was a hundred times tougher than the lazy look she looked.

The wounds on her body were not completely healed, but were repeatedly offset between regeneration and disintegration. She had to endure unimaginable pain at all times. It was impossible for ordinary humans to be able to remain calm like this.

Oh, I have no strength. My body feels so heavy and I can't move under the quilt.

Sigrid nestled in the warm quilt and said softly.

It had been dark the last time she fell asleep, and now it was daylight.

She would actually fall asleep for ten hours a day because of the cold weather, and after falling asleep she would be unconscious and not alert at all.

In order to let her rest peacefully every day, Shengzi and the little black cat would try to find a town to rest.

You won't notice it when you are on the street, but when you lie in the house like this and look out the window, you feel that the falling snowflakes are very beautiful.

I believe these cotton-like snowflakes will soon turn the town white.

Go to sleep if you feel sleepy. I'll wake you up when Mr. Cat has finished cooking.

This weather is not suitable for traveling.

In the late and early months of the northern part of the empire, far more northern residents died from the weather than from bandits and monsters.

Um.

Sigrid huddled under the quilt, half-covering her face and muttering softly.

The already gentle voice of the Holy Son was more like a lullaby at this time.

She closed her eyes, but didn't seem to fall asleep immediately.

Holy Son, can you use that big explosion again?

Sigrid knew that the little black cat was timid, so she did not ask in front of the little black cat.

The further you go, the closer you should be to the blockade of the Nirvana Branch.

Even trying to reach the Snowfield Province is full of difficulties, let alone the Box Mountain Province and breaking through the northern blockade.

But at best, this guy is the governor of the Snowfield Province, and Bishop Annihilation probably never dreamed that the true identity of the Son of Tyrant would be the governor of the Snowfield Province.

Once you get to the Snowfield Province, it is more or less Lan Qi’s home field.

There are still more than ten days to recover.

Lan Qi took out the orange epic without any problem and showed Sigrid the [Fusion Wolf] which was still recovering.

Now [Fusion Wolf] is in a state of being unusable. Every time it uses self-destruction, it will be in the process of self-repair one month after the explosion.

The non-bound encapsulated purple rare cards that were blown up by it were all reduced to ashes.

Even if it could be reused, I'm afraid there would be no raw material comparable to uranium 235 like [Abyss Black Worm], and he didn't have much other fuel on hand.

Then can you beat the sixth level now?

In the past, Sigrid felt that as long as she was around, it didn't matter whether the Holy Son's combat power was level 4, 5 or 6. Now that her Holy Son has become the mainstay, she finally felt that the difference between levels 4, 5 and 6 was quite big.

I can handle the fifth level, but I can't beat the sixth level.

If there was West Germany who was comparable to level 5, they could defeat an average level 6 player together.

But if it's a top-level sixth-level weapon like the Saint of Destruction or the Son of Annihilation, it's completely impossible to hit them head-on.

Although [Fusion Wolf] is strong, the cooldown of self-destruction is indeed too long.

[Poet of Great Love] is not at hand either. Now I feel as if there is not much difference between her and her absence. Moreover, it is really much cleaner when she is not here.

It can only be said that the genuine Thalia is just like that, and the pirated copies made based on it are even more useless.

In the future, if it seems good to use the Great Love Poet as fuel for the nuclear fusion wolf, then she can stay quiet for a month, killing two birds with one stone.

But if she does that, she may never listen to herself again.

If the Holy Son of Nirvana finds us, how will we fight?

Sigrid knew how strong her former Tyrant Saint was, and the Son of Nirvana who could defeat her was even stronger.

Then we can only ask God.

Lan Qi sighed and closed the book in his hand.

Sigrid couldn't figure out what Lanqi meant by asking God for a moment.

But she could probably feel that when he invited a god, he did not need the consent of the god being invited.

Then I want to see who you can invite out then.

Her Holy Son had this kind of mentality. He didn't panic when facing the Bishop of Nirvana and the man in black robes. Now that the Holy Son of Nirvana is surrounded by thousands of people, he remains unmoved.

Although following him felt a bit uncertain, she surprisingly felt pretty good.

These are all his plus points.