Chapter 90 Ancient Name
“That Silver Ice Dragon Girl… and Little Fei. If it were Little Fei’s memory, but she’s such a tiny dragon…”
His consciousness was blurry. Igte still tried to think.
Within the Dragon Clan’s bloodline, the power of ice continuously merged into his body. For a time, Igte felt that his physique had also become slender, and crystal-like dragon scales were constantly being shed.
It seemed that due to Ophi’s demise, the law of ice surrounding Igte was constantly dissipating, and ice-blue mist lingered around him.
Anett, holding the Sword of Death, slowly advanced, his dark pupils fixed on the ice matter surging around the young man.
Such an unusual phenomenon was slightly beyond his expectations; this was not something that should happen to a human inheriting the Dragon Clan’s bloodline.
However, Anett was a swordsman standing at the pinnacle of the Sacred Domain in the entire world. Even when facing legends, he possessed the power to contend in a short period.
He had already begun to master laws. Although the dissipating ice law that appeared before his eyes was slightly unexpected, it was not difficult to control.
“Igte, even that Goddess Miss isn’t by your side. It is my Lord’s command to take your soul. This time, who can save you?”
Without any emotion, Anett spoke coldly. He raised the sword in his hand, and on the dark sword body, the Nether symbolizing pure death lingered.
Igte, however, seemed oblivious. The ice dragon bloodline and the origin of ice constantly pouring into his body made him extremely weary. Igte tried hard to open his extremely tired eyes.
No one responded to him.
The dragon girl in his embrace had become incredibly ethereal. She was still bleeding, but the frosty, lustrous ice-blue in it had faded significantly, as if most of it had been absorbed by him, faintly revealing hints of the dark red color that was truly a dragon’s.
Ophi, as the princess of the dragons, also had the bloodline of ice…
Wait a moment—
Igte suddenly realized something.
“Little Fei’s father, Gedohoya, was a Black Flame Dragon King, but she’s an ice dragon… Right, Veer said that within Little Fei’s bloodline, a special ancient existence was buried… She is, she is, Undine?”
Undine, the name of the first water element, the water spirit, in ancient eras.
Igte’s mind only had this thought. Afterwards, a crystalline frost replaced the haziness.
“Heh heh, kid…” A voice, neither laughing nor serious, sounded in Igte’s mind.
Anett had already approached the bodies of the young man and the ice dragon girl, his expression cold. On his palm were raised the dark, silent sword edge, around which endless laws of death lingered, causing even the frost to dissipate.
It wasn’t his concern what kind of anomaly occurred between the ice dragon girl and the human youth’s sword.
He only needed to swing the sword edge that represented death.
Dark black sword qi surged, and even the fundamental origin of the Ice God’s law, the ice mist that lingered after the will of frost shattered, was ground into powder at this moment.
Suddenly, a slender and beautiful girl’s hand emerged from the shattered frost. Her palm gently closed, and the exquisite long sword condensed frost, forming a gorgeous frost spear blade.
She slightly raised her head. Her beautiful silver frost long hair flowed with the colors of frost and light. On her face, as beautiful as snow and jade, her frosty pupils were calm and waveless. Her crystal-like dragon wings gently fluttered, and her crystalline dragon horns were like transparent gems, magnificent and brilliant.
The ice spear blade suddenly stabbed out, without any sound. Everything in the world froze within the frost spear’s aura.
Anett’s pupils showed horror. The deathly sword qi was instantly frozen by the surging frost. The demonic power at the pinnacle of the Sacred Domain poured out, but it only rippled for an instant before also freezing solid.
The frost spear suddenly stabbed out, and with a crisp sound, the ice coating Anett’s body shattered. The blade edge condensed from hard ice pierced his heart and then violently tore it apart.
The ice-blue haired girl gently raised her head, her ice-like gem-like, crystalline pupils faintly emitting light.
The spear technique of the former Silver Ice Dragon Girl, who slew the Dark Demonic Dragon, was now reflected in her silver-blue pupils.
Countless frosts grew on the shattered ground, and the brilliant light emanating from the ice almost illuminated the entire sky shrouded by the dark moon.
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Even the grand and dazzling frost could not shake the battlefield’s nerves.
Scorched physical bodies and burning treants almost filled the entire ground, and the ever-present war continued to erupt.
Less than ten minutes after the war began, hundreds, even thousands, of corpses already littered the battlefield.
The elves had no time to consider the current situation or their personal safety. They could only exert all their strength to release their demonic power, trying to kill their enemies before they themselves were killed.
Relying on their advantageous terrain and the magic arrays around the Life Sacred Spring, the elves’ casualties were far fewer than those of the invading Dark Elves.
However, with the continuous reinforcements of the Dark Elves, the Elven side was still at an absolute disadvantage.
Terrifying demonic power fluctuations wantonly destroyed the land, and the magic arrays left by ancient sages were constantly being shattered. The remaining elves released their demonic power, using their flesh and blood bodies as shields, blocking the Dark Elves’ attempt to advance towards the Sacred Spring.
The Grand Elder of the Wood Elves, Beltanen, holding the Scepter of Life, continued to fight amidst the siege of the Dark Elves.
The armor worn by the old man was covered in tainted blood, which even stained his messy hair and beard.
Compared to his former self as the high priest of the Goddess of Life, a wise sage, the current Beltanen was like an Asura, a god of death, stepping out of a sea of blood.
His scepter transformed into a sharp sword, and the Life Divine Arts that bloomed were like deadly weapons representing death, slaughtering indiscriminately. Countless corpses fell around him, and several Sacred Domain individuals met their demise under his laws!
Beltanen was old and frail, and in order to condense the laws of the Goddess of Life, he had almost exhausted all his vitality.
However, at this moment, Beltanen’s body was filled with immense vitality, and his potent life force surged like the tide, solidifying into substance. As he wielded his scepter, he swept through the siege of the Dark Elves!
“Old man! You are recklessly overdrawing the laws of the Goddess of Life. With your body, how long can you hold on?”
A Sacred Domain individual of the Dark Elves, with fear in his eyes, raised his face and shouted: “Lord Beltanen, with your power, even the High Priest might not be able to stop us. Why do you choose to die here?”
“I have seen you before. This old man once brought you to meet the Goddess.”
The Elf elder waved the divine arts of life, killing a nearby Star with a casual gesture. His lungs, like a broken bellows, panted slightly. Yet, his cloudy old eyes gleamed with sharp light, and endless killing intent spread with the life laws.
“However, to be able to witness the Goddess die, that is our honor. What do you traitors know! As for you, traitor of the Dark Elves, first repent to Her Highness the Goddess for me!”
With that said, his scepter fell, and the suddenly gushing Life Divine Arts smashed the head of the Dark Elf Saint to pieces.
The sounds of killing from the surrounding Dark Elves erupted again. Beltanen snorted, and the divine arts of life condensed a shadow of the Sacred Tree behind him. He pulled it out with one hand and swung it, and the Sacred Domain field collapsed with a roar, and another Sacred Domain individual met his death!
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Well, the war matters are briefly mentioned (since I’m not very good at writing them anyway).
The plot in the next chapter will mostly conclude, and Veer will also reappear.
