Chapter 210 Awakening the Starry Sky
The Frost God’s roaring voice echoed with shattered frost light scattering upon the ground. Suddenly, Ig raised his head, a patch of ashen-white flame burning in his palm, his entire body shrouded in the solemn, still flames.
The sudden ignition of the ashen fire startled everyone, including Casslette, with a jolt.
The black-haired young man, alone, charged into the barrier shrouded in endless ice light. Casslette’s reflected runes were connected to the heart of the frost, and his target was precisely the heart that had just been placed.
“Ig, what are you doing!”
Tais’s cloak was blown open by the suddenly roaring cold wind, her silver threads dancing. She struggled to stand firm, but her beautiful face was no longer as calm as before, revealing shock.
Tais’s pupils suddenly constricted, and she exclaimed, “Don’t tell me you want to awaken the Frost God!”
At that very moment, Ig’s hand seized the heart at the center of the frost, covering it with the sweeping black flames. Casslette let out a muffled groan, spitting out fresh blood, her expression one of disbelief:
“He’s… reversing my runes.”
Ig pressed his palm firmly against the icy heart, the beautiful ice-blue light clashing with the solemn black flames. He forcefully raised his head, and in his other hand, light shimmered, with a slender scepter appearing amidst the glittering golden radiance.
Verafia had not only left the icy heart but also handed over the scepter named Mistetinn’s Staff to him.
Ig slightly lowered his pupils, his azure eyes reflecting strands of golden light.
His sudden actions, in just a brief moment, even left everyone in shock.
However, without needing to turn around, he could sense that those outside the palace, still entangled by the frost kin, the Sacred Domain and Stars had also noticed the anomaly. Ignoring their injuries, they desperately turned their heads towards him, even directly unleashing attacks.
-This was their ritual to seal the Frost God, and naturally, no one was allowed to disrupt it, so they would kill this young man!
The sound of wind and terrifying attacks roared in his ears. This was not unexpected. From the moment he made his decision, Ig never thought he would be allowed to awaken the Frost God.
For his girl… he never thought he would be forgiven.
Ig let out a self-mocking laugh, tightly gripping Mistetinn’s Staff in his hand, and suddenly, he heavily plunged it into the floor before him.
An instant of brilliant light instantly filled the entire palace.
Mistetinn’s Staff was placed into the earth, and its branches sprouted, growing rapidly like a golden tree. Ig knelt before the holy tree formed by Mistetinn’s Staff, his figure pausing slightly. In his palm, crimson jade-like dragon scales appeared, striking the trunk.
Verafia had left the scepter of flames within Mistetinn’s Staff, and the red jade dragon scales in his hand were a gift from the Red Dragon Princess Fraria.
Brilliant ripples of light stirred in mid-air, a curtain of burning, gorgeous golden flames shrouding the surroundings of the Ice Throne, easily burning through attack after attack. Even though there was no intention to severely injure or kill them, blocking them was not problematic at all.
This happened in just a brief moment. Because Ig had only used Mistetinn’s Staff to block the outer perimeter, Tais and the others were also engulfed. The silver-haired young girl finally reacted, anxiously shouting:
“Ig, stop quickly! You’re awakening the Frost God, are you trying to save Miss Verafia, but if the Frost God truly revives, how can you be sure that He will act according to your requests!”
“That wicked god who will bring calamity! Not only will you not be able to save Miss Verafia, but He will also completely…”
While shouting, Tais was the first to draw her weapon, wanting to forcibly stop Ig.
The black-haired young man, barely suppressing the icy heart in his palm, the erupting frost power, even with the black flame fire of the Death Divine Spark, was difficult to withstand. Just holding Mistetinn’s Staff consumed most of his strength.
He forcefully turned his head and shouted, “Little Fei, help me stop them!”
Ophi was also stunned by Ig’s actions and at a loss, but upon hearing the young man’s shout, she instinctively raised her Frost Dragon Spear, blocking Tais’s attack.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed before her eyes. The Ice Dragon Girl instinctively raised her spear to block. Count Robert, holding a greatsword, swung down heavily, shouting, “Miss Ophi, step aside!”
“But, that’s Ig…”
“You don’t know what he’s doing!”
Count Robert roared, his greatsword striking the cold light, shattering a piece of ice debris, “If he truly awakens the Frost God, let alone us, everyone on this continent will die!”
“But…”
Ophi hesitated for a moment. She tried to raise her frost-blue eyes, meeting Count Robert’s angry gaze, and gently gritted her teeth, then shook her head.
“But, Ig wants to save Veer… and I believe him, he would never do something like this.”
“Stubborn as ever!”
Count Robert angrily swung his greatsword.
The warriors who followed Casslette to the foot of the throne were not few, apart from Tais and Count Robert. Except for Ain, who was still hesitating, all of them attacked Ophi, who was blocking their way.
Even though she was a Frost Dragon, possessing both the Origin of Ice and the power of the Stars, she was somewhat struggling when she didn’t want to harm others.
Her slender delicate body was grazed by several sharp magical energies, even piercing her dragon scales, scattering lustrous ice-blue dragon blood.
However, Casslette still stood in the distance, the breeze ruffling her robe. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, showing no intention of coming forward, only gazing silently.
The icy heart was shrouded in the dark, silent death black flames. Ig lowered his face, enduring the pain of the backlash. He could feel the laws and authority within the icy heart constantly flowing into the deity’s body with the reversed runes.
Ig closed his pupils and suddenly shouted with all his might, “Anderdun!”
From within the dark black mist, the phantom of Death’s Wings appeared, chuckling sinisterly, “My power can feel it, there’s no problem. She is about to awaken.”
Anderdun suddenly lowered his gaze with some curiosity, looking at Ig’s profile, “However, awakening an evil deity… Ig, I thought you would hesitate a bit.”
Ig fell silent.
Such danger… the past him would indeed hesitate.
He thought of Tais’s words… indeed, it was for Verafia that he was awakening this deity, and even needed to borrow Casslette’s runes to make her complete.
This was something he had realized after his conversation with Anderdun half a year ago.
Verafia had not been completely replaced by the God King’s will. But, even with Anderdun’s help, making her sleep was already a matter of extreme urgency.
The will of a deity required a deity of equal standing. However, the only deity Ig could possibly reach was the Ice God before him.
But…
Suddenly, the sky trembled, and a great, noble aura spread from atop the throne. Everyone’s expression, including Count Robert’s, changed drastically. The terrifying aura seemed to have choked their throats.
Ig was also forced to his knees by the pressure, and the hard ice layer cracked. He gritted his teeth and with difficulty, raised his pupils.
Directly above the throne was a Starry Sky that had awakened.
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