Miss Verafia’s voice startled Shiel. She saw the girl slightly lower her small face. “Miss Verafia, why do you say that… The Frost Calamity is a disaster on this continent. It appeared twenty years ago, and it wasn’t caused by you, so why blame you?”
From the girl’s faintly revealed identity, and her words just now, it seemed to point to a fact: the evil god after the Frost Calamity, by descending disaster, truly aimed to hunt this noble girl.
However, Shiel truly felt that Verafia shouldn’t be blamed, not just insincere words to win her over.
She wasn’t the kind of girl who liked to shift her difficulties and anger onto innocent people. Even if the Frost Calamity was indeed meant to hunt Verafia, it wasn’t something Verafia could decide, so how could she be blamed?
Besides, Verafia had only been in Vinash City for a month, while Trist, as the de facto ruler of the earldom, had been in power for nearly ten years. As a believer of the Frost Calamity, his time should be even earlier, and even her father’s death might have a not-so-small connection to him.
Such a long time was enough for Trist to completely infiltrate every corner of Vinash City with the claws of the Frost Calamity… and as Shiel gradually grew up, he would inevitably try to reclaim power. Now, it was almost the final moment for Trist to bring about the Frost Calamity.
Therefore, even without Verafia, this city would still be trapped in the conspiracy of the Frost Calamity followers. After Cardinal Bro obtained the Frost Calamity’s heart, it would still cause him to bring about the Frost Calamity.
Therefore, there was no reason to blame the girl.
Verafia gently shook her head and was about to speak when suddenly, there was a commotion among the knights ahead.
“What is it?”
Tais asked a Kasah follower with a similar cloak.
“Miss Tais… it seems they’ve found someone. And, they can still move and are alive.”
In the midst of the Frost Calamity, there were still people alive?
Verafia tiptoed, gazing with her gold eyes, and saw, under the pale falling snow and desolate night, a figure in black rapidly approaching them.
“This person, in black Inquisition robes… could it be Olmer, who argued with Miss Verafia back then?”
Beside Shiel, Igert also saw a cleric in tattered black robes, his expression greatly changed:
“This is the domain of the Frost Calamity. Just by himself coming to find us means he must have been controlled by the Frost Calamity. Miss Shiel, tell everyone to be careful, I’ll go kill it!”
Verafia pulled Igert’s arm forcefully. Her gold eyes flickered for a moment, surprised at her own carelessness and at being truly found, but quickly hid it again.
“No… killing it is meaningless. We are being watched by the Frost God, Shiel. Have everyone gather near my lamp.”
A “gaze” peeked at her. Even with the distortion of divine status, it could not be blocked.
It was as Verafia had worried before, that after the black-robed cleric left, being captured by the Frost Calamity, and that deity, using the residual karma, found her.
But could this cleric alone find her? Was it a coincidence, or was it that after the Frost Calamity, that evil god wasn’t like a newborn, but rather had a high attainment in karma and destiny?
Her slender fingertips tightened slightly on Mistetinn’s Staff. A wisp of delicate flame light flowed, reflecting on her slightly solemn and exquisite face.
The crowd contracted, but the cleric in the dark, cold night in the distance did not stop. In just an instant, his face could be seen.
Except for the tattered follower’s attire, the cleric’s appearance had not changed at all. However, countless tiny ice shards, like grotesque and strange insects, covered his exposed skin, biting into his flesh, terrifying and horrifying.
Ain cried out, her slender, soft fingers drawing a bowstring.
But before the arrow condensed from life spiritual power could be shot, suddenly, the cleric’s face twisted into a smile. His body, covered in ice under the tattered robes, suddenly swelled, and then endless blizzards were released from it.
Boom—!!
Although the entire sky was silent, in everyone’s consciousness, it was as if the sky had turned into snow, emitting a heaven-shattering roar, and pouring down with a howl!
Layers of accumulated falling snow were swept up by an inexpressible force, swirling in the sky like roaring tidal waves, obscuring the sun and moon, about to bury all these ants who dared to offend the divine pressure.
Suddenly, a slender white jade hand reached out, holding the long scepter reflecting the firelight, and the lamp in her other hand floated up. Verafia shouted:
“Igert, hold my hand!”
Igert instinctively gripped the girl’s slender jade hand that reached out. Suddenly, the flame mark on his wrist brightened for an instant, the Creation Divine Spark within him shimmered, and the demonic power in his body was rapidly absorbed like a tide.
The lamplight fell to the ground and was suddenly dyed with streaks of brilliant golden radiance.
The sky shook, and the pale snow howled, shrouding the entire world like a falling divine domain, colliding with the radiance of the lamplight.
Instantly, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, the rumbling sound by their ears as if the entire world was toppling over, but the seemingly thin and slender flame light resisted the pouring frost and snow.
“Mmm… ”
The wrist holding the scepter trembled slightly, and Verafia bit her red lips tightly.
Borrowing Igert’s demonic power and the power of the Creation Divine Spark within him was one of her few choices when not using divine power.
But even so, just resisting a cluster of pouring frost and snow was very difficult for her.
After a moment, the harsh sound faded, and the blizzard that had been pouring before the girl also fell.
“Young Lady!”
Igert, unable to care about the weakness from his drained demonic power, quickly supported the girl who seemed to be falling beside him. Her arm trembled slightly, Mistetinn’s Staff swept down, and the curtain of firelight that followed could no longer be maintained, shattering like glass.
A pale cold air rushed towards them.
Around them, those protected by Verafia’s lamplight were only a few who were unfortunately grazed by the cold air, but those who survived also had pale faces.
A world of pale white entered their sight.
Whether it was the city buildings frozen around them, or the sky and the earth, they were all dyed a hundred shades of white. Even without any light, it was more terrifying than the cold emanated. It was a deathly still paleness that stung everyone’s eyes.
“Miss Verafia, look, that—”
Shiel’s urgent voice sounded in her ears. Verafia supported the arm Igert was holding her with and reluctantly raised her gold eyes.
At an infinitely distant distance, however, a wisp of frost blue color was incredibly blinding.
The Knight of Frost was advancing through space in an indescribable manner.
The sound of her pounding heart echoed clearly in her ears. The knight raised his spear, and the pale falling snow turned into his warhorse, while frost blue ice spread, constructing hard armor.
——It was Trist, who had been consumed by the Frost Calamity’s heart and had become the Incarnation of the Frost God!
