Chapter 642: Chapter 100 The Minions of the Frost Calamity Revealed (Part 2)
The followers of the Frost Calamity pierced themselves with ice crystals containing the will of the Frost Calamity, but everything was burned by flames. In the end, only a trace of crystal residue precipitated in the flames remained on the girl’s jade finger.
Although the will of the Frost God within it had been burned to ashes in the raging flames, Verafia’s golden eyes gazed upon it with a look of interest.
“Ig, look at this… doesn’t it feel familiar?” She blinked, revealing a hint of curiosity, and turned her head to look at Ig.
The young man’s gaze shifted to her slender jade finger. “What is Young Lady referring to?”
“It’s just this young lady’s feeling…”
Verafia tilted her little head slightly, and her scorching golden pupils suddenly brightened. “Hmm, it’s like the Seed of Destruction that Count Albert Reel stabbed into his heart, and those pitch-black swords under Lancaster!”
“Seed of Destruction, and fragments of the Star God…”
Ig recalled how, twenty years ago, he had seen from afar the God King of the Starry Sky, Dissax, the God of Destruction, sealed by him with a world suppressing the starry river, while standing beside the Sacred Sword King.
Twenty years ago, this God of Destruction from a strange dimension invaded the sky of Agrand. However, due to the betrayal of his other companion, “Fate” Kaina, he was defeated by Lancaster. After nearly half of his body was annihilated, he fell to the ground, and the other half of his remains were sealed on the other side of the world by the Sacred Sword.
Ig’s hand still held the Astral Core obtained on that chaotic day after sealing Dissax with the Sacred Sword.
Although they were unpleasant memories… he remembered them very clearly.
Both the Seed of Destruction used by Grand Duke Winsor, who tried to resist Lancaster by borrowing his power, and Lancaster’s pitch-black swords, named Royal Guards, created in darkness, borrowed the power of this God of Destruction.
Dark Star Gods do not have concepts of flesh and blood or bodies. They are aggregations of spirit and some kind of concept… or rather, their spirit is their corresponding flesh and blood.
“Once the Seed of Destruction takes root in the body, it erodes the flesh and sanity, turning its host into a slave of the power of destruction… Even Lancaster’s pitch-black swords, if their alchemical armor is shattered, will also cause them to be backlashed, torn to shreds by fiendish power, or their flesh will swell and degenerate into the same kind of monsters.”
Ig said, “Young Lady, when you say they are similar, is this what you mean?”
“Yes. Ig, do you think the fragments obtained by those Frost Calamity followers are also from the spiritual fragments of that Frost God?”
Verafia gently rested her chin on her hand, her delicate jade finger pinching slightly. The tiny crystal fragments turned into powder and slid down from her smooth fingertips. The “Frost Calamity Crystals” precipitated from the blood of the Frost Calamity followers, and the will of the Frost Calamity had long been burned away by the flames.
“However, these followers of the Frost Calamity… this young lady thought they worshipped him just to gain power or more life. I didn’t expect them to actually be fanatical believers who truly considered him their god.”
Verafia turned her face, blinking her eyes with a rather novel expression. “Could it be that these people truly believe that after the Frost Calamity devours the earth, they will have a place in God’s heavenly kingdom?”
Those who used the fragments of the Frost Calamity would be corroded by the power of frost, lose their human identity, and degenerate into pure monsters. However, in Verafia’s sight, many Frost Calamity followers gritted their teeth heavily, yet resolutely injected the Frost Calamity fragments and stood tall amidst the dragon’s breath.
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The enormous shadow of the Frost Giant Dragon swept past, knocking aside several Frost Calamity followers. Giant ice shards condensed in mid-air and smashed down heavily, piercing the Frost Calamity followers who were lunging at the pink-haired girl.
After Ig jumped down carrying the girl, Azer leaped down from behind her and landed beside the pink-haired girl. He raised his sword and chopped off the arm of a Frost Calamity follower that had been frozen into ice by the Frost Dragon’s breath.
“Miss, are you alright?” He quickly helped the pink-haired girl up, swung his long sword, cut the ropes that were tightly bound to the girl’s slender wrists, and removed the silk cloth that was stuffed into her cherry small mouth.
“Cough, cough, ugh…”
The pink-haired girl half-knelt on the ground, breathing rapidly. Tears welled up in her beautiful pale gold eyes. Clearly, her time in captivity had caused her great pain and fear.
“Phew, I’m alright… Thank you, thank you…” She suppressed the nauseating feeling, clutching her sore wrist, and raised her little face. Her pale gold eyes were evasive, but she still managed a weak smile.
Azer stood beside her.
The girl was an extremely beautiful young girl, as fragile as a willow. Her slender delicate body and the tear tracks on her pale little face made him unable to help but feel pity and a desire to cherish and protect her…
The young master’s body seemed not to have been very good since he was very young.
Azer suddenly thought. He then couldn’t help but think that when he saw the girl, he felt a sense of familiarity and closeness originating from the bottom of his heart… and in his mind, like fragments of memory, there was a strange, intermittent dreamlike sense of reality.
A gentle, beautiful girl, with delicate hair, cherry blossoms like fireflies, sitting beside him, holding his hand, softly humming a moving melody…
Azer’s heart suddenly became restless. He suddenly became somewhat afraid to face that answer… If, if it were really so…
The cherry-haired girl also lowered her cheeks, half-kneeling on the ground, her slender fingers tightly gripping the slightly tattered corner of her skirt, seeming afraid to meet his gaze.
“Miss… you seem to know my name?”
His lips moved. After hesitating for a moment, Azer finally mustered up courage and spoke. He gazed at the girl’s little face, which was dusted with dirt, further highlighting her fair and delicate skin.
“Ah… well, after all, Mr. Azer, you are the winner of the competition…” The pink-haired girl stammered, her gaze evasive, not daring to meet his eyes.
However, before, you were still concerned about my safety, prioritizing it over yourself, and that’s how you were so easily captured by the Frost Calamity followers…
Azer thought. But he did not say it, “Then, Miss, your surname is…”
“This, this…”
The pink-haired girl’s fair fingers were intertwined, like her complex and chaotic emotions. She lowered her face, and then as if she realized something, her little face gradually lifted.
Suddenly, the sound of a cold blade scraping against the ground abruptly rang out.
Ophi’s ice shard pierced a nearby Frost Calamity minion beside the girl, but one of them was not completely killed.
Azer’s arm trembled. But it was already too late to turn around. He got up and lunged, hugging the girl and bumping her away.
Knocked away by Azer’s momentum, the girl’s pale gold eyes widened suddenly. She saw a terrifying sight and cried out in fear, “Brother Azer—”
*Siiiss*.
Like tearing silk cloth, icy cold blade fragments pierced into the young man’s back. His body trembled, his pupils widened, and the blood flowing from the wound dripped onto the girl’s white dress.
