When Ryan opened his eyes again, he was already standing at the highest point of the black spire.

This is a circular platform, made up of a solid block of ice. On this open-air platform, white snowflakes are flying everywhere, and the platform is also covered with snow.

The platform is covered, and it seems that no one comes to clean it every day.

Tyrion raised his head. On the ice ring platform was an irregular iceberg carved from pure white ice. Beyond the iceberg was a not-so-gorgeous throne, and a roughly carved

The stairs go all the way up.

There is an irregular piece of thousands-year-old ice placed on top of the throne. In the ice, there is a set of blue-black armor, dotted with white skulls and black patterns, as well as a fur made of some kind of animal skin.

, and an empty full-covered crown. On the crown, a blue gem shines brightly in the ice, and a spiritual power as thick as a mountain is escaping from the ice.

out.

It was not that there was no one there, there was a ghost watching him in the ice.

"The great lord of the Dark Blade, the conqueror of the Eastern Continent, the ruler of the undead, the black dragon slayer, the end of human civilization, the demon slayer, the tyrant of Draenor, the sword bearer of the apocalypse, and the challenger of death.

..The hand of fate, the enemy of the world...the terrible and noble Tyrion, the Blade of the Dawn..."

A deep voice covered Luoxue, and he whispered in a poetic tone:
Chapter completed!