VIP Chapter 390: Simple Difficulty Subjugation
City of Mad Burning, floor 39.
The skilled White Castle team arrived at the end of the 39th floor with almost no consumption. A professional Adventuring Team usually checks their respective statuses and confirms their combat methods before entering the BOSS room.
“Hmm… all supplies are extremely complete, and the rear guard is in good condition. After entering, let’s temporarily maintain this formation… So… Iaar?”
Peflan finished her inventory, stood in the middle row, and looked at Iaar, who was at the very front, holding her shield.
Iaar turned her face to the side and nodded.
“No problem.”
“Then let’s go–”
“Okay.”
This battle was a unique engagement for the experienced Adventurers of White Castle.
Upon entering the room, they witnessed Iaar’s true, “unsolvable frost”—
Iaar, who had been at the front from the moment they entered, thrust her shield into the oil-like flammable substance on the ground without hesitation.
Immediately after, the most difficult part of this Dungeon began. The moment she completed this single action, a violent “explosion” and “burning” originating from where the Fire Dragon slept swept towards them.
“Ice Array: Deploy.”
The black Maid’s tail swayed in the sweeping hot wind, every strand of fur moving with the breeze.
She herself was incredibly resolute, her ears perked up like a steadfast compass amidst the explosion and hot wind.
Whoosh–
The instant the shield touched the oil-like substance, she fiercely “froze” the material on the ground. It was as if she had cast a freezing spell across a vast lake, painting several hundred meters of ground in front of her ice blue.
In the City of Mad Burning’s BOSS floor, which was crimson, where every brick and tile seemed to be burning, and where explosions filled every corner, a beautiful ice-blue flower bloomed on the ground. It settled like freshly fallen snowflakes, forming an array named “Snow.”
She controlled the entire area with a chilling aura, embodying “shield” and “defense.” The Adventurers present, though experienced, were witnessing a Shield Saint operate in such a manner for the first time.
The Fire Dragon, serving as the BOSS, would not stop there.
It had fully awakened, and a disgruntled sound could be heard from its mouth.
It fiercely ignited the flames on its tail. To salvage the unfavorable start of not having ignited the entire oil-covered ground, it increased its firepower.
Its flames continued to spread wildly, with the intent to completely destroy Iaar’s ice flower.
“Ice Wall.”
Iaar did not give it that chance. She uttered a most basic defensive measure.
What appeared before everyone was not merely a simple “ice wall.”
Starting from the center of the ground, with six snowflakes as the cores, the ice walls extended outwards from each corner. Each corner had erected a gigantic, yet exceptionally transparent and clear ice wall.
She extended the “ice blue” from the ground into the sky in a three-dimensional manner, forming something akin to a city wall.
The spreading flames were blocked by these walls, spreading outwards along their direction.
“Boss, what… what is this? I… we only needed one Shield Saint to cast an ice wall… right?”
“Unlike regular ice walls that stand straight up. The ice walls formed at angles are like a custom-made labyrinth for the flames opposite us…”
Peflan was somewhat surprised.
At least…
A few months ago, when she had brought Iaar to the capital to find someone, Iaar hadn’t possessed such strong abilities.
Now, she was not only decisive, like frost that allowed no one to change it, but her displayed Adventurer abilities and judgment were also as unresolvable as frost.
Decisive and correct.
“It increased their contact surface with the ice wall, thus increasing the contact surface for the burning flames. It won’t be broken at a single point like previous ice walls…”
Saying this, Peflan realized a potential oversight by the Beast Ear little maid.
“Wait, Iaar, if you froze the oil-like substance on the ground and made it into an ice wall—”
As she spoke, everyone heard a faint explosion from the ice wall.
Iaar’s ice wall was not purely made of water. She had deliberately frozen the oil-like substance beneath her feet. It looked exceptionally clear, but it was actually more susceptible to ignition.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”
Iaar, standing before Peflan, replied. Peflan watched as the fingertips pressing on her shield were already coated in a thick layer of frost.
She was furiously using her defensive magic.
“Or rather, only by doing this can we ensure that this little fire dragon is completely killed without risk.”
The cracked ice was replenished at an unpredictable speed. The entire snowflake-like ice wall seemed to be pumping the oil-like substance from the ground into the wall and then burning it, consuming it frantically.
“You… you intend to…”
“Wait a moment, and you can start attacking.”
“Boss!? Isn’t this the time to attack? No matter how you look at it… no matter how you look at it, this is the most suitable time!”
“If I recall correctly, Miss Peflan, you promised me that you would advance along the ice wall after I blocked the opponent’s first wave of flames. Look, the opponent is still exerting force, so it’s not over, right?”
Iaar’s face showed no smile, but her tone was far more “confident” than before. She seemed to be certain that she alone could secure the victory of the entire battle.
Peflan understood…
Iaar wanted to use the opponent’s fire, combined with her ice walls, to suck all the oil from the ground dry!
This was truly a risk-free attack. After all, in such a “City of Mad Burning,” even if an ice wall blocked the flames before them, any stray spark falling on the ground would trigger widespread explosions.
To achieve this, continuous energy supply was necessary – this required strong stamina and physical endurance. In addition to continuous energy supply, precise control over heat was also needed.
Iaar had accomplished it.
She displayed a combat method never before seen, a combat style never before attempted, and a combat strategy no one had dared to apply, all flowing like water under her command.
The Fire Dragon opposite them did not seem to realize this was a massive trap, continuing to heat and burn its flames.
Her hand rested on her shield, and her tail swayed with decreasing strength. The “hot wind” from the opponent was gradually disappearing. Then, her Beast Ears began to sway in a different direction than before.
Her ice walls gradually gained control of the entire situation.
Then–
“I have done what I needed to do. Now, please begin–”
When the opposite flames could no longer ignite a single drop of oil on the ground, Iaar turned around. As if completing a magnificent delicacy, she extended her hand towards the others of White Castle, inviting them, “Please.”
