The rapidly expanding ice crystals at high altitude cast huge shadows on the ground.
The sky was covered with frost and snow, and the view below suddenly broadened, but in fact, extreme cold suddenly fell.
On the tall city wall, the Demacians had to light a large number of fires to try to dispel the cold. The logs originally used as defensive tools played another role. Under the blazing fire, the figures of the two sides fighting were magnified, and the figures were twisted.
Projected onto the snow, bright red blood spattered.
People kept falling, and the people in the snowfield were in big trouble. They were part of the siege party, but the terrain was lower. Without airflow, the cold air slowly accumulated downwards, bringing a more terrifying white color.
Frosty air.
They originally lacked the means to keep warm, especially the frost mages who could provide them with protection. Most of them had gone to the front line.
Frail old people and children kept falling down in the snow and never stood up again.
Exposed skin will quickly turn blue due to the weather.
"No!"
An extremely sad atmosphere quickly spread, and some people ran away frantically, trying to get sunlight for their children outside the shadows, even if it was also without warmth.
The attack on Coldwind City did not go well either. Although the Freljordians were more adapted to fighting in ice and snow, Demacia relied on sophisticated equipment to firmly restrict them to a few landing points. The corpses of giant beasts lay everywhere.
Chen was standing on top of the city, his dry mane ignited by the flames, and the charred hair was roasted to a foul stench, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
The strong men from both sides hidden in the crowd kept trying to behead each other, and ended up dying silently in the snow one after another, leaving only deep scratches on the black city wall.
The flesh and blood smashed by the giant hammer were spread on the ground, making a shuddering "sizzling" sound when stepped on. Under this emotion, the desperate Snowlanders launched a final charge towards the Cold Wind City.
"on fire!"
Suddenly, the servants screamed from the Castle of Michaelos in the center of the city.
The fiery red flames spread quickly, spreading from the corners of the castle to the core at an absolutely bizarre speed.
"what's going on?"
Walsh asked with a frown.
"Grand Duke, the house on the southeast side is on fire, and someone seems to have breached the defense line."
"oh?"
Walsh looked over with sharp eyes, fierce and playful.
"It's interesting. Let's solve the problem as soon as possible. I want to see the messenger of the Lord."
"yes!"
As the hub of the northern defensive front, the defense force here is naturally extremely powerful.
Watching the guards leave, Lux also withdrew her eyes. She turned her head and glanced at Archduke Walsh. Seeing that he was not nervous, her expression relaxed, but she still secretly remained vigilant.
Walsh's heart is not as calm as his appearance. To him, Coldwind City is like his own back garden - how could a group of arsonists who have the ability to break through the castle's defense suddenly appear in the back garden?
From the high platform they were on, they could already see a little bit of black smoke rising in the distance? There were also rising tongues of flames, and nobles with good intentions came to the wall over there.
"Eh? How strange..."
He clicked his tongue: "Grand Duke? From here, you can see that the people who broke in were all crazy civilians, holding torches and kerosene and setting fires everywhere..."
"Huh? He must be a spy wearing civilian clothes!" someone retorted.
"No? You will know when you come over and take a look. These people move very strangely and keep raising their heads and screaming strangely."
Upon hearing this, Walsh narrowed his eyes, tightened his robe and stood up.
Not far away, his bodyguards rushed up from the tower with livid faces.
"Grand Duke!"
"Go over there and say..."
"Grand Duke, the situation is a little weird..." the guard lowered his voice: "Are all the people who invaded the castle ordinary civilians? No traces of training were seen on them, but they looked very much like 'puppets' who had lost their minds? Even if
After being held down, the only thing in my mind was the goal of arson.
I am afraid……"
"Mage?"
Walsh snorted coldly. When there were demon seekers in the past, they didn't need to worry about these problems, but now the new power has not yet been filled in, so a lot of gaps have been created.
"You have to go through all the trouble to invade Mikaros while the war is going on? And you have to do it with such a big fanfare... I am afraid that the mastermind behind the scenes has another purpose. All important areas must be strengthened for protection, and several troops should be prepared to respond at any time.
Try to control the civilians as much as possible, limit their mobility, and kill the mage. They should return to normal.
As for the mage... let Ivanka find it."
"this……"
The guard was slightly shocked when he heard this: "Then you and your lords' safety..."
Ivanka is the captain of Walsh's personal guard camp. She is an extremely powerful captain. With his presence, it is impossible for a magician to hide in front of him. He is also Walsh's most trusted guard.
"This is Micarus!"
Walsh roared like a lion.
"yes!"
The guard bowed his head respectfully. He could only hope that the chief of guard could solve this problem quickly.
"Boom!"
In a manor not far away, the raging fire seemed to have ignited some explosives, and a house was directly smashed, attracting the attention of many people.
Walsh stared at the smoke and dust there, with anger building in his eyes.
"War Mason? Or?"
His carefully planned dragon battle was actually disrupted by these odds and ends. He raised his head and glanced at the expanding ice layer. It was like a suspended snowfield. If it fell, how many Freyrs would be killed?
The Zhuode people and even Coldwind City will also be affected.
That's the point!
He believed that Ivanka could handle the problem, so he waved to the nobles to sit down again and wait for the end of the sky war.
For the first time, Lux began to take a serious look at the surrounding environment. The energy in her body was restlessly reminding her of something...
…
Chai Anping did not immediately interrupt the frost dragon's spell, because he noticed that the energy in his body seemed to become more active due to oppression. The energy entrenched in his soul was difficult to strengthen. The only time was in
When he was promoted to demigod, there seemed to be a completely new change in this ice crystal realm.
He didn't know whether it was because he had just used the flames of anger to fill the malicious mark or because of these ice cubes, but he chose to wait and see.
Finally, the spread of the ice reached its limit, and the "chi-ka" sound disappeared.
The area around him seemed to fall into silence all of a sudden, and any sound was cut off.
"interesting……"
Chai Anping felt that the divine patterns on his body were being oppressed, and the invisible frost was trying to infect these divine patterns of thunder and fire——
what are you thinking about?
The agitation of energy in his body also reached its peak, and Chai Anping finally confirmed that this fused energy did have something to do with the dragon's frost.
"In that case...then there is no need to observe anymore."
He stood empty in mid-air and slowly leaned toward the ice in front of him.
It was solid ice that had turned into blue-black due to compression, and a large amount of frost energy was flowing inside. They were intertwined into some kind of complex framework, which greatly strengthened the ice crystal's ability to imprison.
Chai Anping took a long breath, activated the thunder energy to its peak, and then pressed his hands onto the ice.
"laugh……"
The divine patterns on his arms became brighter and brighter, and even the light in Chai Anping's eyes became dazzling.
The high temperature that distorted the space suddenly burst out from his hands, the light waves surged one after another, and the entire piece of solid ice suspended in the sky suddenly began to tremble.
He suddenly looked in a certain direction and grinned.
"Got you!"
He suddenly changed direction, and the power he had accumulated for a long time exploded.
The Frost Dragon has been waiting for the Frost Prison to take shape, so why isn't he holding back his ultimate move?
The magical structure of Malicious Imprint can also be used for the power of anger, which gave him considerable inspiration - how can it be completely stabilized?
The Mark of Malice comes from LeBlanc, which itself is an extremely advanced witchcraft.
In the process of thinking about this problem, Chai Anping failed to find the answer, but he happened to find a more extreme structure full of instability, and therefore... it gained more powerful power!
During this period of time, he continued to lay out this magical structure, densely attaching it to the divine patterns on his arms, until it reached the limit of what he could control.
When he waved his arms, he felt that the small space was being bent by this violent energy. His continuously strengthened body burst into cracks, especially dense wounds appeared on his arms.
Countless gorgeous flowers bloomed on his arms, and the blood stained them with a bit of cruelty.
"When a flower blooms... what does it sound like?"
Chai Anping murmured to himself, and endless light and fire were vented forward from his arms, like an extremely huge fiery red laser, surrounded by countless complicated inscriptions.
"boom!"
The ice shattered suddenly, and the cage filled with dragon blood and bloodline talent was instantly engulfed in roaring fury. Even the caster himself was knocked backwards by the impact and embedded in the ice wall behind him.
Everyone could only see a huge pillar of fire that instantly penetrated the thick ice and blasted towards the peak on the right side of Cold Wind City.
Immediately afterwards, a shrill dragon roar sounded, and a struggling dragon figure emerged from the flame pillar that distorted the space.
There seemed to be some kind of heavy roaring sound between heaven and earth, and this sound that came from nowhere even drowned out the screams of the frost dragon.
"Um?"
Chai Anping suddenly felt a certain kind of gaze. In the dark, he raised his head and looked towards the north, and seemed to see a pair of sharp eyes.
It should be said, more than one pair.
"It doesn't feel like it's very strong."
He raised his eyebrows. These gazes were not as unfathomable as those given to him by Feng Nu. Instead, they made the energy in his body start to stir.
"It seems that these hidden ancient gods in Freljord have indeed not been promoted to true gods. No matter how powerful they are, they are still in the category of 'demigods.'" Chai Anping thought to himself.
This kind of perception seems to be two-way. As soon as they notice his sight, many entities immediately hide themselves. In their view, such violent energy... is definitely a big trouble that cannot be caused.
Chai Anping smiled slightly, the torrent of energy in his hands had been poured out, and the bleeding wounds healed quickly.
A huge channel was melted out of the ice in front of him. The ice that was supposed to be cold was now filled with hot fire and cracks. Then after the initial stage, a large amount of white steam escaped from the ice.
And out.
In the distance, on the cliff of a snow-capped peak with its spire cut off, there was a giant dragon covered in charred black. It looked like it had no power to resist.
"Buzz..."
This floating ice block created with dragon blood and perfect ice began to disintegrate after losing the support of frost energy. Huge ice fragments crashed to the ground, and screams rang out one after another on the ground.
Such a huge ice crystal falls, and those who are low down seem to see the sky falling.
The "ice field" is like a pure white whale falling. The water droplets falling on it are actually boulders that killed several people. The strange sound caused by the edge cutting through the air seems to be the last cry of the giant whale before its death.
.
The Freljordian closed his eyes in despair.
"this……"
Chai Anping frowned suddenly. Most of the Freljordians below were old, weak, sick and disabled without even weapons. If it fell, no one would be spared...
He sighed. According to the situation of the enemy, he could choose to sit back and leave directly, but his inner conscience did not allow him to leave directly.
"If these people still attack Cold Wind City afterwards, then I will personally deal with them."
He appeared under the huge ice floe, and the divine patterns on his body glowed.
"Burn!"
The monstrous flames were released from his whole body and rolled towards the ice above his head.
He placed his hands on the ice, veins suddenly popped out, and he began to rely on his joyful spirit to try to slow down the ice floe's fall.
The solid ice crystals quickly turned into droplets of scorching rain and fell.
Cold and heat kept intersecting, so strong winds poured in, and frost mixed with large amounts of steam, making it impossible to rob mortals of their body temperature.
"Mother, what is that?"
The little conscious child stared blankly at the brilliant flames in the sky.
"That's right, the gods have come to save us!"
The mother hugged her children and cried with joy, letting the hot rain from the sky pour on her, bringing them precious life.
A large number of redeemed Freljordians knelt down humbly, praising the title of "Spirit of Fire" because they didn't know Chai Anping's name.
The shamans looked at the scene in the sky and fell into silence.
The battle on the top of the city suddenly stopped, and the flame seemed to have a soul-stirring magic power, allowing them to temporarily let go of their blood-and-flesh hatred.
Chai Anping didn't care what so many people present thought. His current thoughts were entirely on how to completely melt such a large ice floe. This thing caused him even greater pressure than the frost dragon!
How fucking outrageous!
He was spitting out flames with all his strength, and if he was given enough time, there would be no problem in melting the ice!
But the problem is, it keeps falling!
Even if he used the physics knowledge he learned in his previous life to delay the ice floe's fall, he would never be able to melt it all before it hits the ground.
"I'm not Nezha..."
He was not yet able to activate the power of rage to directly swallow such a large ice floe, so the strong sense of déjà vu made him even a little distracted.
Suddenly, he felt that the ice floe became much lighter when he held it with his hands.
"Huh?"
He was stunned, and after confirming again, he found that this was indeed not an illusion - the huge ice layer was slowly slowing down, as if it was under control again!
"What's going on..."
"I can only control it for a while, you must melt all the ice quickly!"