Chapter 662 Chapter 120 Joy Is Always Short-Lived (Part 2)
“The knowledge of deities is scarce, even for Peka, the Empire, or the Church of Light. Let alone on this continent, where they use a fantasy as the basis of their faith… perhaps this reflection after the Frost Calamity is the first truly manifested deity on the Aer Continent.”
With a soft chuckle, the girl turned her golden eyes, gazing at the traces of night shrouding the sky. The traces of flame on her slender jade fingers extinguished as she moved.
Currently, she only possessed the dignity of a goddess; everything else was sealed away or possessed, only leaving a faint trace in this sky.
“A deity’s domain is the manifestation of their authority… Tais said that Winterfall City was devoured by the blizzard of the Frost Calamity and became his territory, but more accurately, it is his domain.”
Verafia said, “Tais told me that what Cardinal Bro holds is the Frost God’s ‘heart.’ In the eyes of the clergy, perhaps this is their means to destroy the Frost God… However, in His eyes, isn’t this also a medium for His will to descend? ‘How can mortals wield authority?’”
“Then, Veer…”
Anderdun’s eyes trembled. He saw snow falling on the castle walls.
“Haha, this young lady is just speaking casually. At least, I don’t feel His will now, and the falling snow is nothing special.”
Verafia stuck out her tongue, her slender fingers gently brushing away a speck of snow that landed on her delicate shoulder. She raised her eyes again, her cheerful expression becoming slightly serious, “However, this is not impossible at all.”
Anderdun fell silent.
He had not failed to consider what the young girl had said.
The mere existence of cultists who worshipped the Frost Calamity and ambitious schemers had already made this city unsafe… What if the Frost God, after the calamity, truly descended upon this city as Tais and Verafia had said?
He had never seen the gods, but the will of the gods had once, in Aizeliasia, in the divine court of the Flame Goddess, Herafir’s Inheritance Temple, the vivid, crimson flames reflected in his eyes.
Even now, Anderdun was unwilling to recall. It was not like the warm and bright flames of the girl beside him, but an absolute solemnity, a solemn color that, although luxurious, instinctively made people avoid looking directly at it. It was purely the condensation of pure rules.
The existence of gods is the embodiment of the world’s rules… not like mortal beings, possessing emotions and preferences. Deities like his young lady, who placed themselves above divine status, were probably non-existent.
True deities were by no means beings that could be regarded as living creatures; the operation of the world’s rules was equivalent to the incarnation of a corner of this world. If that god were to project His will onto this city?
Anderdun would not forget that the moment they stepped onto this continent, like a torch in the cold night, they had already been noticed by the Frost Calamity… If that evil god’s intention was the girl beside him, and He did not hesitate to descend in person…
Anderdun’s palm could not help but clench.
“Tzzt.”
A pleasant girl’s voice, like silver bells, rang in his ears, like a girl’s moving laughter, startling Anderdun. The girl gently pushed his hand, her snow-white face appearing moving and beautiful under the falling moonlight.
“Anderdun, you were spacing out just now, what were you thinking about…”
“Ahaha… it’s nothing.”
Anderdun replied hastily, knowing that the girl would never want to hear what he was about to say, “Just thinking about the Frost God the young lady mentioned.”
“Tsk. What’s there to worry about?”
Verafia casually tilted her delicate face, her big eyes blinking slightly. She grabbed a lock of her hair with her slender little hand and said,
“Although, this young lady is also a little concerned… but it’s only a tiny bit of concern. That ‘god’ is not even complete, so how can they compare to this young lady? Perhaps, He’s even afraid of us and won’t dare to come.”
Anderdun immediately showed a smile on his face.
Verafia pouted. She could see through this guy’s expression all too clearly… It was so obvious, even if he wanted to imitate her in concealing his feelings, couldn’t he at least pretend better?
This idiot’s face was filled with worry, making it hard for this young lady to ignore.
Her big eyes rolled, and her little hand suddenly pulled his arm. She blinked her golden eyes and asked with novelty, “Right, Anderdun, did you plan to use the power of the Demon Race today… Did you by any chance research a new move?”
She had seen very clearly that afternoon that this guy had fused her flames with the power of the night, and she had been a little startled at that time.
Anderdun was stunned for a moment and said with a smile, “Yes, but that was just some attempt based on Lancaster’s Sacred Sword imprint.”
Verafia nodded her little head. Of course, she knew that when they were in Lichen, Lancaster genuinely regarded Anderdun as his heir and trained him.
Although she didn’t know if this Sacred Sword King possessed invincible confidence or was simply careless, not only was the Sacred Sword handed over to him, but the teachings he received were probably more than what she had received before.
“Then, Anderdun, Anderdun’s demonic power…”
“I completely absorbed it yesterday. And, his power…”
Anderdun hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his palm in front of her. A cluster of demonic power surged out, almost condensing into crystalline substance, revealing a phantom like the night:
“Now my power, I feel it is already very close to Crystal… perhaps soon, maybe when I wake up tomorrow, I can reach the Crystal level.”
“So fast…”
Verafia chided slightly, a little surprised.
Although Anderdun’s original foundation was very deep among Platinum-ranked individuals, absorbing Anderdun’s demonic power to advance to Platinum was a matter of course. However, hearing it directly from Anderdun still brought some pleasant surprise.
She remembered the first time she met Anderdun, a year ago.
At that time, he was just a Platinum-ranked young man, resolutely following her side, wanting only to learn by her side, to have Crystal-level power, and to contend with his enemy Douglas.
At that time, she had severely ridiculed that guy.
Verafia suddenly felt a sense of nostalgia. She remembered the happy and joyful times when she pretended to be the carefree Phoenix Young Lady and traveled with this young man.
In just one year, in her previous life, and in the seemingly eternal days in the sea of flames, it was merely an insignificant snap of the fingers. However, it suddenly made her immensely nostalgic.
If only she could stay in that time forever…
Verafia suddenly shook her head vigorously, suppressing the emotions fermenting in her heart. Sudden melancholy was not something that should happen.
She quickly cheered up, spoke in a joyful tone, and looked at Anderdun:
“However, I thought Anderdun’s demonic power would erode your body, at least, transform you into the life level of the Demon Race… but now it seems there’s no change?”
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I’m really dragging this out… I need to pick up the pace.
