chapter 181 Hesitation and Decision
“Disax? No, you should know… He is merely the God of Frost.”
Disax was the master of destruction among the gods of the starry sky. After being beheaded by the Sacred Sword, parts of his fallen body merged into the nascent God of Frost.
Perhaps he possessed some of Disax’s memories and power, influenced by his obsession, and could even be called “Disax.” However, this completely new deity was not a foreign god from the starry sky.
His essence was that of a god of ice.
Verafia raised her eyes. A wind of frost condensed before her. She could even feel a sense of oppression, not of power or matter, but of the soul and will.
High-level beings possessed prestige unattainable by mortals.
Verafia had not unsealed her divine power, yet it was the will and soul of a goddess that made her feel oppressed. Only an equally powerful deity could do so.
“Ig is still within the scope of His descent, but without unsealing my power, I cannot bear it for him…”
She grit her teeth slightly, forcing her gaze to the side. However, to her surprise, the young man merely looked somewhat troubled with his face lowered, but he was not, as she had imagined, immobilized by the divine pressure.
Verafia was slightly stunned, a trace of disbelief flashing in her beautiful eyes.
This guy, even after the trial of flames, could not possibly withstand the pressure of a true deity head-on… Could it be because of Anderduun?
But time did not allow Verafia to indulge in further speculation.
The light of frost grew increasingly intense, even to the point of being blinding. As the ice condensed, the trend of the Frost God’s descent had already begun to be obstructed.
The entire world of frost resembled a divine realm of ice, its dense pressure representing the gaze of this deity.
With a “thump,” Ig knelt on one knee, a visible look of pain on his face, but he gritted his teeth tightly. The young man’s palms pressed firmly against the ground, and blood trickled out from his cracked skin.
The surroundings were as if washed by frost. The light from Mistetinn’s Staff barely resisted the frost.
“Ig…”
Verafia’s golden eyes looked down at the young man, and a sense of discomfort and anger arose in her heart. She wanted to grab him and bear it with him.
Fragments of the law of frost touched her delicate and exquisite fingertips. Her slender white hand paused slightly.
“But, if I don’t unseal my divine power, I alone cannot withstand such frost. But… but…”
Her golden eyes trembled slightly. She looked at her small hand, and beneath her slender, delicate skin, she could see a brilliant crimson hue.
Divine power… it was Herafir’s power. If… if she really used it…
Suddenly, her little hand trembled. The exquisitely crafted jade hand, like an artwork, was gently held by the young man’s slightly raised right hand, carefully enfolding it.
The young man’s hand, eroded by the frost, felt rough and cold, but as she gently enclosed it, she could feel a trace of warmth.
Verafia turned her face in astonishment.
“Veer, you promised me before… no matter what, you wouldn’t use that kind of power.”
Gently holding the girl’s tender little hand, Ig slowly stood up from the ground. The divine pressure in his body made his bones creak, as if repeatedly breaking and healing.
Verafia could faintly see the pain on Ig’s face, but he still smiled gently at the girl.
“But this is the power of a god. If I—”
Ig’s headshake interrupted the girl’s words.
He knew the hesitation in the girl’s heart. But this was his girl, and she liked his efforts. Therefore, she, who did not fear death, was concerned and reluctant to let go.
However, unlike Verafia, for Ig, this was not a difficult decision at all.
Of course, if Verafia also hesitated in her heart… it was something Ig could absolutely not accept. He certainly did not want to see his girl become someone he did not know.
Therefore, even knowing that the demon on his body had ill intentions and likely wanted to seize his body by lending him power.
A slight smile appeared on his face. This time, Ig did not ask for the girl’s opinion. He gently pulled her slender, soft hand, and her slender and beautiful delicate body stumbled as she was dragged behind him.
Well, a pampered young lady would naturally be pulled with a gentle tug. Moreover, without her divine power, she could not break free from the lightly applied barrier of magic.
“Ig, you idiot!”
The girl’s furious voice came from behind.
The girl must have suddenly realized that her flame authority had been momentarily obstructed. This was naturally him, her God’s Chosen, using the demonic power that originated from Verafia’s laws, and with the True Sight Eye, he had briefly interfered with the operation of the laws.
Even if she were a goddess, at least, for a short time, she could not easily resolve it…
A rare relaxed expression appeared on his face. Ig endured it and did not look back. Wisps of gray, dim mist rose from his body as he walked towards the frost.
“Death and gloom, such power… it’s not unfamiliar. Could it be from the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Realm, perhaps the Wings of Death?”
Alcorea’s voice rang out. Ig met his gaze, vaguely able to discern that the dark knight before him was a former acquaintance of his young lady.
“However, you are her God’s Chosen, and you intend to borrow the power of a demon?”
The gray-black mist on Ig’s body took on Anderduun’s form: “Alcorea, I remember having met you before. But can you still criticize others when you have fallen into the servitude of a foreign god?”
Hearing Anderduun’s sharp, sarcastic voice, the dark knight shook his head: “Servant… yes.”
Alcorea raised his head and looked at Ig: “But are you planning to block the descending deity for her? You seem to care about her a lot… but she also fell for you?”
“…I like her, and the young lady is willing to love me. What’s the problem with that?”
Ig said. The gray mist covered him, and Ig drew out the vibrating End.
But he knew that his enemy was not the dark knight before him, but the God of Ice condensing and descending in the frost.
“The young lady once told me. The objective of the Ice is not the Ice Heart in her hand… But if your deity wants her, I absolutely cannot accept it.”
Ig said, his flesh and bones beginning to twist under the power of death. This was Anderduun’s power, but it allowed him to possess a more powerful body. “Moreover, it’s just blocking a flawed god.”
Veer must also know… even if she is reluctant to part with me, she should understand that she absolutely cannot let the Frost God use her power to complete her flaws.
Therefore, she, whose flame laws were disrupted by me and could not unseal her divine power for a moment, should have stayed far away.
A smile appeared on Ig’s face, which was obscured by the dark aura of death.
Since this girl was still hesitating, he would make the decision for her. Even if she was unwilling, she could not object.
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Actually, this chapter was to redeem the male protagonist… (though it does feel a bit redundant)
ps: There are still a full ten thousand words left to write… Kill me.
(Speaking of which, there aren’t many comments in these chapters… Is anyone still reading this far?)
