Chapter 590 Chapter 48 Frost and Holy Spear
“Veer, why did you run out—”
Ig grabbed her wrist and shielded the girl behind him, intending to take her away.
The trace of the black shadow paused in mid-air, and the pure figure of the white-dressed girl was particularly dazzling in this world stained with filth.
Ig’s hairs stood on end, feeling the biting aura that rushed towards him. But before he could react, he blocked the girl with his left hand behind him and grabbed his accompanying sword with his other hand!
As if a volcano collapsed, the black figure landed heavily. From the tattered black robe stained with dirty blood, a sharp sword edge was suddenly raised, burning like lava, as if flowing flames. After a few steps, it landed in front of Ig and was raised high to strike!
The sword edge raised to block circulated demonic power at high speed. Ig, with reservations, suppressed the part belonging to the Abyss and the Demon King’s blood, presenting a flaming sword edge that clashed with the weapon wielded by the black-robed person!
It was also a blazing flame, but as they clashed in the air, it was like ice meeting fire, melting and even steaming white mist!
The swordsman in the black robe, like him, possessed platinum demonic power, but he gave Ig a strange sense of pressure.
“Your Excellency!” Ig shouted loudly.
Suddenly, a gust of wind stirred. Ig raised his eyes forcefully. Opposite him, the tattered black robe of the figure fluttered, revealing a relatively young face, with ice crystals hanging on his chest.
Ig originally wanted to question his actions, but at this moment, it stopped abruptly. He saw clearly that the opponent’s eyes were like a trapped beast in a desperate situation, but suddenly, in this instant, he found a hope called “life.”
Obviously, this hope of life was Verafia behind him!
Could it be that he mistook Veer for the daughter of a high-ranking noble in this city and wanted to kidnap her to save his life?
Ig thought flashed through his mind like lightning. However, he could not let his path be blocked.
The sword edges clashed again, unleashing a harsh shriek in the air, and the sweeping blazing flames were cut by the sword light!
The immense power seemed to shake the sky, and the enemy’s tattered black robe fluttered in the wind, but the eyes beneath the black cloak looked up, revealing a hint of surprise.
The swordsman in the black robe looked at Ig, who was blocking him. His face, with its tattered flesh, contorted into a strange expression:
“You, are you still an envoy of the Fire Saint?”
Fire Saint, envoy?
Ig’s gaze flashed. Suddenly, the flaming sword collided and separated. The soaring heat melted the biting coldness in the air. The young man stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and saw that Verafia was still by his side, not dodging. He was immediately anxious but had no time for further words.
Opposite him, the swordsman’s tattered robe fluttered in the sound of the wind. Suddenly, the flames on his weapon dimmed and extinguished, and even the ferocity on his face receded. He held the ice crystal hanging under his robe in his hand!
The biting coldness froze the restless flames in the air… This was not ordinary cold, nor even the dragon’s breath of Ophi’s frost.
Ig’s pupils suddenly constricted heavily. He realized how cold this was.
“Could it be the power of the North Wind Witch… or even from the Frost Calamity?”
The cold aura spread in the air, even freezing the mist ignited by the high temperature of the flames. Small ice pellets fell to the ground, making faint “crunching” sounds.
Ig’s pupils condensed heavily.
He understood why Verafia said that the power on the opponent was not flame… The deep chilling cold, he seemed to see the Frost Calamity that day, and in the eyes of that frost-haired witch, the will called “Ice Frost”!
Behind the black-robed swordsman, hurried footsteps approached, appearing at the edge of his vision, exuding a dangerous and powerful aura. His black priestly robe bore the mark of a fire sword cross, clearly indicating that it was a powerful enforcing priest from the Inquisition pursuing this escaping cultist.
However, the black-robed swordsman seemed completely unaware, and with his right hand, he pressed the ice crystal into his own flesh!
Ig’s pupils suddenly contracted. He thought of the sense of déjà vu.
As if the cold ice crystal possessed vitality, the black robe instantly shattered, and dry skin constantly peeled off. From the flesh and blood, strangely shaped ice crystals grew, covering his entire body. Tough ice edges, like sharp thorns, grew on the human body!
Like a monster encased in ice crystals!
At this moment, Ig thought of the strange creature named “Snowling” in the wind and snow… In the eyes of the humanoid ice and snow monster, all reason was devoured, leaving only one target, the golden-haired girl behind him!
“Young lady, hurry and dodge!”
Ig shouted loudly. In the next moment, a blizzard descended before him, and the greatsword he wielded, covered in strange ice crystals, slashed down with the terrifying aura of being drawn from crystal!
The sword edge that blocked, the burning flames, almost extinguished in the sudden low temperature. A thin layer of ice spread on the blade edge, and then a violent tremor sounded, almost shattering the long sword. Ig’s arm shook heavily, and the sound of bones breaking was heard.
A bone-chilling cold spread in front of him, mixed with the extreme cold that froze everything. The impact almost made him spit out a mouthful of blood.
And if it weren’t for the offsetting power of the Demon King’s blood, perhaps just this one blow would have been enough to shatter Ig’s internal organs and make him bleed to death!
The humanoid monster wrapped in frost, whether in terms of demonic power or displayed strength, far surpassed ordinary crystals. In Ig’s eyes, it could even be compared to Ophi, who possessed royal bloodline and ancient inheritance!
The frost rushed towards him, but Ig knew that Verafia was still behind him. He had no choice but to retreat or evade. He immediately endured the pain in his body, gathered his demonic power, and raised his sword to block.
At the same time, within the spreading cold air, Ig’s free left hand pressed down heavily, condensing a rich light, igniting golden flames, and firmly grasping the golden javelin!
— This was the Sun Holy Spear that Douglas once wielded with the Sun’s God’s Chosen mark. On the night of Lichen, King Lancaster of Sacred Light held the light and drew out the infinitely powerful Light Holy Spear.
Through the True Sight Eye, Ig had seen the traces of light.
And in Ig’s hand, burning with golden blazing flames, drawing upon the flames left in his blood by Verafia, he drew the same Sun Holy Spear!
“Boom!!”
A roaring sound vibrated like a beast, and the scorching blazing flames erupted like a volcano. The brilliant gold holy spear heavily collided with the oncoming cold, and the high temperature melted the frost. Even the surrounding earth melted in this terrifying high temperature!
