Chapter 150: A Trance-like Moment
“Veer!”
The instant Ig detached his consciousness to speak, the Mistetinn’s Staff, transformed into the Sword of Frost Calamity, plummeted from the blizzard. The phantom of the Sacred Sword shattered with a boom.
Even End sustained a thick layer of frost, emitting a mournful cry of being overburdened. It was struck down by the Sword of Frost Calamity, with a wisp of ice-blue arc light slicing across his chest.
“Ig, I must say, you’ve exceeded my expectations. Truly worthy of being an envoy of the Fire Saint, to last this long before me… And yet, you dared to lose focus!”
A hair-raising, harsh voice came from behind the frosty weapon. The ice-blue, elegant arc blade sliced through him. The Sword of Frost Calamity froze at Ig’s chest, as chilling demonic energy of pitch-black night overflowed from the wound.
After the Demon Ascension Ritual, as a Demon King’s seed, he had grown hard bones, distinctly different from humans, which blocked the sword’s strike, preventing Ig from being cleaved in two by the blade of Frost Calamity.
However, the young man’s complexion abruptly turned pale. The laws of Frost Calamity, the frost-white ice layers, spread within his blood and body, as if intending to devour him whole.
Kaino, with a ferocious smile plastered on his face, emerged from the world dominated by Frost Calamity. Layers of the laws of Frost Calamity, like crystallized fragments, were stirred by an invisible field, lingering around him.
Although the time spent consuming the heart of Frost Calamity was not long, merely a few minutes, Kaino’s form had already been eroded to the point of being unrecognizable.
The laws of Frost Calamity caused abnormal flesh and blood tissue to spread, and on his body, which was already like a monster of Frost Calamity, frost ice grew.
Ig had etched sword marks onto his body. However, these incredibly powerful sword traces merely left wisps of white marks, causing no damage whatsoever.
Having devoured the heart of Frost Calamity, Kaino could no longer be considered human. Instead, as he claimed, he was an envoy of Frost Calamity, an incarnation of Frost Calamity!
Ig’s azure eyes trembled heavily. The Mistetinn’s Staff, which struck his chest, its laws of Frost Calamity, within the ever-spreading ice crystals, seemed on the verge of a complete outburst.
His palm pressed down on the sword hilt, which was already covered in thick frost, and suddenly pressed with all his might.
—Boom!!
The residual flames on the sword erupted with a roar, shattering the frost all over the ground. Ig let out a muffled groan, blood flowing from his mouth, faintly frozen with traces of frost, but instantly melted by the brilliance of the flames.
The impact between ice and blazing flame struck Ig’s chest, sending him flying.
However, Kaino, transformed into Frost Calamity, let out a ferocious laugh. The boy’s actions, in his eyes, were nothing more than a death throe.
The blade transformed from the Mistetinn’s Staff soared high, as if the entirety of Frost Calamity converged on this beautiful arc, about to strike, about to be ice-sealed, destined destruction!
Ig’s eyes, reflecting the chilling frost wind, mirrored the condensed laws of Frost Calamity, appearing exceptionally determined.
Even if he couldn’t do much, at least he could, as much as possible, shield the girl behind him from the sword that would strike her—
Suddenly, a slender, fair little hand appeared behind him, catching Ig as he was flung away. The brilliance of flames spread through the space, melting the ice shards that clung to his body or were embedded in his flesh.
But it wasn’t the girl who caught him. On her fair, delicate little hand, a magical fluctuation diffused, which then supported this impact, capable of even pulverizing the internal organs of a Platinum-level expert into bloody mist.
“Veer?”
Ig was suddenly startled, turning his gaze with effort.
Verafia, clad in a white robe, stood beside him. The chilling, frosty wind blew open her white hood, allowing her splendid golden hair, radiant as dawn, to cascade down.
The girl slightly lifted her exquisitely beautiful face, her scorching gold eyes and the magnificent colors that flowed like flames emanating radiance in the world enshrouded by Frost Calamity.
The flames illuminated her porcelain-like face, and Ig suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment.
It was as if this beautiful and stunning girl beside him was no longer just the girl who had been clinging to him these past few days, saying, “I want to be your little wife,” yet blushing furiously, but had once again become the proud and noble Goddess Princess who wielded the laws of flames.
This was a flawless beauty, noble yet awe-inspiring, a perfection that dared not be desecrated even in the slightest.
However, a gently raised willow brow shattered that perfect, unseeable beauty. Verafia puffed her snow-white cheeks, appearing quite angry:
“You idiot, it’s such an intense battle, why would you need to be distracted!”
The girl’s charmingly chiding voice rang clearly in his ears. Ig was plunged into a trance, and his heart felt a sense of relief, as if he had found something lost. Gazing at the girl’s angry, delicate face, a smile couldn’t help but emerge on his cheeks.
In this fleeting moment, on the opposite side, Kaino, who had pulled out the Sword of Frost Calamity, his ferocious laughter swept through the howling blizzard. The frosty blade descended within Frost Calamity!
“You guy, you’re actually still zoning out!”
Verafia looked at Ig’s stunned appearance and became even angrier. She pulled with her slender hand, and the magical fluctuations pulled the boy to her side. Then, she gently exerted force and grasped the staff floating in mid-air.
The fluctuations of blazes shone brightly in the blizzard. A giant burning with blazing flames rose from the void. Its colossal body smashed the walls of the ruined tower, exposing it to the descending Frost Calamity!
The Mistetinn’s Staff, condensed with frost, slashed across.
Verafia lifted her slender hand. Niya, held gently in her left hand, hummed. Immense magical power flowed into the girl’s delicate body and then gathered in her hand.
Magical secret patterns were inscribed in mid-air, and the Sacred Sword of flames was pulled from the flame abyss.
The bright red fire blazed fiercely, and the colossal Sacred Sword descended from the space of the cold wind, striking Kaino, who was wielding the sword to attack the fire giant.
And simultaneously, as the staff’s light just extinguished, the ripples of “Night Fire Meteor” flashed again. The moment brilliance erupted, like a meteor, it pierced his chest.
Boom!
Even though the power of Frost Calamity was endless, at this instant, the brilliance of the flames was dazzling, and the frost melted, engulfing Kaino, who had become a snow-ice monster.
Verafia urgently cast another magical shield, blocking the terrifying impact of the ice and fire fusion. Her complexion was slightly pale, and her youthful chest heaved slightly and rapidly.
Even though she was borrowing Niya’s magical power to cast the spell, continuously casting several spells that could be considered profound even among the forbidden spells of the Sacred Domain was still a bit strenuous for Verafia at the moment.
“Veer, your magic power…”
Suddenly, his small hand was grabbed by the boy.
From behind, Ig’s anxious voice came.
However, he saw that the girl was still gently holding Niya’s small hand, and the fire magic power could be sensed transmitting.
He was genuinely worried… that the girl, for his safety, had rashly re-unsealed her sealed divine power. But, the scene before his eyes, at least, was not like that, which immediately relieved him.
