Chapter 156 On the Verge of Calamity
“You say, messenger of God…?”
Looking at the seemingly crazed Kaino, a hint of unease flickered in Trist’s indifferent gaze.
His voice suddenly halted. The frost heart in his chest pulsed violently, causing intense pain. He wanted to reach out and press his chest, but it was as if he were frozen, suspended stiffly in mid-air.
The color of frost spread throughout his body with increasing power, and the pain of flesh and blood being ripped apart instantly submerged Trist’s reason.
Seeing the Knight Commander’s sudden pained expression, the temperature in the air dropped to freezing point. Kaino supported his crippled body and saw the lingering pain on the face of his mentor, who had taught him and guided him into God’s grace, and a fleeting hint of regret.
“Have you ever wondered why, at this time, that Lord has not appeared?”
He allowed the spreading frost to also cleanse him. Yet, his expression was incomparably joyous, and he burst into laughter. “However, Master, this is the benevolence we should receive, our destined fate—to become the blessings that God brings to the world!”
His laughter abruptly stopped. Thefrost storm that tore through the Knight Commander’s chest swallowed him.
—Boom!!
The frost storm, devouring life and embodying destruction, howled unrestrainedly.
Even the flame barrier condensed by Verafia using fragments of divine power was easily shattered, piece by piece. Those sheltered behind it still felt as if they were facing an ice abyss, the biting chill wantonly gnawing at their life force.
The power of frost even penetrated Verafia’s fire laws.
“This is…”
As the cold wind and frost approached him, Shiel’s beautiful face turned pale as paper, her eyes wide open but staring motionlessly at the frost wantonly spreading before the flames.
The despair and unwillingness in her heart caused her voice to tremble, and these words came from her lips, almost frozen stiff: “This is the frost calamity.”
Verafia stood before the curtain of flames, her slender hand tightly grasping the Mistetinn’s Staff. The frozen frost melted under the high temperature, revealing the elegant staff, its flowing luster seemingly reflecting the colors of the flames.
However, her gaze was more serious than ever before.
While both had devoured the heart of the frost calamity, Trist, as the peak of the stars, even possessing the nascent form of a domain, released a power far beyond Kaino’s comparison.
Moreover, amidst the howling frost, she could sense laws that could fully contend with her current flames, perhaps even surpass them.
Although incomplete, there was no doubt that this was far from mortal; it was the power of God.
Just as Shiel had said, the frost that erupted from Trist’s body was indeed a frost calamity!
Layer after layer of frost spread over the flames, even freezing the elements of the blazing flames with ease, then being torn apart by the howling storm.
“Veer!”
Ig grabbed her wrist. She still held the staff tightly, and a thin layer of frost ice on her delicate wrist, as fine as jade, caused his palm to throb with pain. A look of extreme panic flashed across his face as he called out to her urgently.
“Mmm… I’m fine.”
Verafia forced herself to turn her small face, her voice sounding incredibly strained. “But the fragments of fire don’t have much power; they won’t last long. Ig, hurry and go!”
The sound of ice layers cracking suddenly pierced the silent space. Ig’s pupils contracted sharply, and he forcefully pulled the girl behind him with his hand.
“Ig, you take Verafia and get out of the way first!”
Suddenly, a clear girlish voice rang out. Although it carried a slight childishness, her equally fair and tender face was filled with immense determination.
Ophi blocked in front of her, her youthful little hand horizontally holding the ice crystal Dragon Spear. Previously, during her fight with Trist, she had already removed her disguise, revealing her gorgeous dragon horns that shimmered with gem-like brilliance and a pair of crystal-like small wings. At this moment, they were rapidly being dusted with pure white snow.
Like a daughter of the Frost God, adorned with frost and snow, she held her spear against the storm-like frost calamity.
Ig nodded to her. Without waiting for Verafia’s reply, he embraced the girl’s slender waist with his right hand, positioning the young girl behind him.
The next moment, the frost storm erupted with a roar. After tearing through the girl’s flame barrier, it slammed into the Frost Dragon’s shadow condensed by Ophi. Even so, a few wisps of leaked chill, like blades, ripped through the flesh on Ig’s back.
Ig forcefully endured the immense pain of his blood freezing, clutching the girl in his embrace, and leaped out from a gap in the city wall.
The serene night sky fell into his sight.
The extreme cold seemed to have frozen even the moon’s reflection in the sky. Held in Ig’s embrace, Verafia gently gazed with her gold eyes. In the silent sky, it was as if a transparent thin layer of ice was spreading, like an invisible curtain, shrouding the entire Vinash City.
It was as if the gaze of a deity was watching this land from an infinitely distant world.
Although it had not truly begun to descend, even Verafia could not help but feel a sense of oppression in her heart.
Her tender, jade-like fingertips unconsciously tightened on the staff.
Even though three days ago, the followers of the frost calamity had used fragments of the frost calamity’s laws to create an artificial frost calamity, the power that made almost everyone tremble and prostrate themselves simply by its spread, and its scope, was like the insurmountable gulf between mortals and gods.
The frost that tore through Trist’s chest originated from merely one heart of the frost calamity. However, the frost spreading across the sky, seemingly freezing all things, was the true power of a deity, the calamity brought by a deity.
Suddenly, the storm howling from the Inquisition stopped for an instant. But this was not silence; it was like the constriction of a heart, about to swallow this world along with the frost and cold gathering in the sky.
Taking advantage of the fleeting moment when the intense pressure paused, Irene’s jade hand swept across, and a spell flowing with the brilliance of the silver moon condensed, blocking the spreading cold air. Simultaneously, she urgently channeled her demonic power, raising her anxious face:
“Outside the church, right here, I’ve left space spells that can directly teleport you outside Vinash.”
This space spell was intended by the Silver Moon Elf to rescue Azer and then escape from Trist and Cardinal Bro’s pursuit, but she hadn’t expected to use it at this time.
However, in the decades she had spent on the Aer Continent, Irene was all too familiar with the terror of the Frost God’s calamities.
Even though the frost calamity before them had not truly descended, in her understanding, the terrifying power gathered before her was incomparable to any calamity that had occurred in the past decade.
The only thing she could think of was the terrifying calamity twenty years ago, when the North Wind Witch’s footsteps had led to the manifestation of the Frost God’s true form in Winterfall City, an event that had turned the entire northern territory into a death zone!
Even powerful individuals of the Saint Rank would not be able to survive such a calamity’s outbreak.
Just a wisp of leaked chill caused her arms to tremble uncontrollably.
The Silver Moon Elf anxiously turned her face and saw the pink-haired Count girl with a look of hesitation. “Shiel, the others in the church, we can’t save them. Ig, Ain, hurry!”
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Dash to the death line…
