Chapter 387 Kingdom of God
Azuka stared at the snowy field in silence.
In his previous life, the place where he and Salvador had their final battle was not the Saga Glacier, but further south, where it was warmer and more prosperous, closer to the Silver Iris Royal City, and the season was not winter.
He could still remember the feeling of Storm's Breath piercing the chest of the Feroth Saint. The Great Shaman's black blood sprayed across the young savior's face. The man's blood was icy cold, as if the last traces of human warmth had vanished. But at the time, his mind was completely consumed by pure killing intent. Only when his fingers stopped clenching the hilt, and the excruciating pain from the wounds in his body became increasingly unbearable, did he react with disgust.
At that time, he calmly supported his shaky body with the hilt of his sword. His expression must have been very ugly, even terrifying, because all the Silver Iris people around him hesitated and looked at each other, and no one dared to come forward to talk to him.
It was not until the young Azuka adjusted his facial expression, once again showing that gentle, bright and very trustworthy smile, and telling his people "Don't worry, we won", that the cheers gradually surged like the tide.
The savior, whose body was stained with blood that could not be distinguished between friend and foe, was bathed in the screams and cheers of the crowd, but he did not feel much pride and joy of victory in his heart.
—I will become a god, the great shaman whispered to him as he died. I will turn into the ice itself, and I will feed this eternal frozen land with my flesh and blood... and you too.
At that time, he did not understand what these words meant, and could only regard them as the enemy's curses and crazy words before his death. Later, his friends also arrived, and they were more concerned about the frost dragon lying quietly beside the body of the great shaman, already dying.
...a White Nightmare, a magnificently beautiful yet ferocious dragon, as ancient and primordial as this eternal glacier. However, by the time they succeeded in subduing it, the dragon had completely lost its mind, forcing them to kill it.
Looking back now, the Great Shaman likely applied the same method he used to control the priests with flesh and blood to the White Nightmare, and combined with the fact that the other party resonated with the concept of the ice field itself, he successfully controlled this ancient and powerful ice beast. Honestly, this man was truly ruthless to himself - as for the Ruskin family's Doom Lord, it was obvious that the cunning Ferros people only taught them the basics, such as using human blood sacrifices.
Someone stood beside him. Azuka came back to his senses from his memories, turned his head and looked, quickly taking in the attire of a certain careless villain - wrapped tightly in a heavy windproof cloak with the collar pulled up to his nose, thick velvet gloves that did not even reveal his wrists, and the diamond-shaped gem under the collar provided a steady source of heat. Only a pair of gray eyes were exposed on his body, and only a few snowflakes condensed on his long eyelashes.
The savior was satisfied and wanted to rub the eyelashes, but he found it difficult to do so. He bent his knuckles and gently wiped the eyelashes, letting the ice crystals on the eyelashes melt quickly under his fingertips.
"Let me confirm again, are you sure you're okay?" He then heard the other party ask seriously, "This is Salvador's base camp. Since you said his power resonates with the ice field, even though Salvador is only a saint, fighting in the winter ice field is obviously very advantageous to him. We have other contingency plans."
The god was stunned for a moment when his lover questioned his strength. He was not angry, but a gentle smile appeared in his eyes: "You showed great confidence in me in front of Maxlin."
...Worried about me, he thought, how cute.
"Because I'm the leader of the People's Party," the gray eyes glanced at him disapprovingly, "so I have to appear more confident than anyone else."
"Then I will not betray your trust," Azuka said calmly. "Salvatore attempted to bind himself to the eternal cold and silence of this icy plain, thereby gaining nearly infinite power... but he was trapped in the past."
"But I am a god from the 'future,'" the God of Resistance and Change whispered softly, "I represent the hottest and most violent sword, the raging wind that tears apart the old world, the banner and torch that always remain held high amidst darkness and despair..."
"And I'm very happy. I really like the battlefield you've chosen for me." A rare, yet terrifying, smile, one filled with pure battle excitement, appeared on his face. "My battle with Samuel, the God of Night and Death, was too brief. Fighting the decayed fragments of the other gods' souls was equally disgusting... And now, finally, there's another opponent who might be worthy of my full effort. I sincerely hope he's strong enough to satisfy me and allow me to see clearly how far I've come."
The professor stared at the man, who rarely showed his violent and brutal side, for a moment before suddenly ripping off his right glove and shoving his hand into the man's neck. The god shuddered with the cold and frowned. Even wrapped so tightly, the man's hand still wasn't warm, and the slightest breeze quickly turned it icy cold.
"Do as you like, but don't go crazy." The black-haired young man warned expressionlessly, "I'm feeling your pulse now. Don't lie. Swear to me that you won't deliberately make yourself too embarrassed."
Last time, this man deliberately let the remaining power of the God of Night and Death pierce his chest and he almost died. To this day, he still doesn't understand what this guy was thinking at the time - anyway, it's always right to make plans and warnings in advance.
"...My heartbeat quickened." The professor suddenly narrowed his eyes in alertness. "What are you going to do?"
"...I won't, sir. I swear to you—of course, you have to promise me to protect yourself." Azuka sighed, gently pulled the cold hand out, and held it tightly in his palm. He couldn't help but breathe softly a few times, trying to warm it a little. "If I get too miserable, who will take care of you? Who will warm your hands?"
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Salvador walks on the ice field.
He was in the eye of a blizzard. The massive, white elk skull and the cloak woven from the fur of countless beasts and birds made him look like a legendary ancient being from the depths of the icy plains. He seemed to be walking slowly, even stumbling, but in reality, he had already vanished hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.
The entire ice field was supporting him. The roaring wind and snow, the frozen time and life, the eternal silence... everything was the ice field rumbling and whispering in a way that ordinary humans could not hear, submitting to Him, resonating with Him - his skinny body seemed to no longer be a separate individual, but transformed into the tentacles and will extending from this pale dead zone.
The ice field does not need too much noise. It is not as vast and generous as the ocean. A unified will is enough.
But Salvador suddenly stopped.
The blizzard seemed to be torn apart violently by an invisible giant hand. The gray-black sky swept up the wind and snow, roaring and howling together, but he could only avoid it unwillingly - a figure appeared in front of Salvador.
A strange dividing line appeared on the ice sheet. On one side of the line lay the territory dominated by El Salvador. The gray-black snow twisted and roared, and the extreme cold seemed to freeze any life that dared approach, presenting a scene of the end of all things.
On the other side of the line—the wind and snow had vanished, not even the slightest breeze stirring, leaving only a suffocating silence. The newcomer stood in the center, his posture casual. His bright, soft blond hair shone brightly, even drowning out the refraction of the snow. His golden eyes stared at the great shaman before him emotionlessly, without a ripple, as if he were gazing at a stone.
After a long time, Salvador, the great shaman of Ferros, spoke first, speaking in an extremely stiff common language.
"...It's you." Salvador said hoarsely, like the sound of corpses rubbing against each other, and each word seemed to be chiseled out of ice: "It's you who captured... the daughter of the ice field... It's also you who prevented me from spying..."
"You are already a god." His body trembled slightly. The blizzard around him grew more violent with his anger. The Great Shaman's voice betrayed a hint of confusion. "And you are not a Sylvie... Why did you decide to shelter the Silver Iris rebels?"
"Salvatore." The other man's voice was eerily calm. "You transformed yourself into this half-human, half-ghost form, wantonly devouring the flesh and faith of your people, turning yourself into a tombstone in this frozen earth... Is this so you can 'protect' your people after you become a god?"
"Unfortunately, the people of Feroth desire warm, fertile, and freely arable new lands, not a vast, dead ice plain." A hint of subtle irony crossed the blond god's face. "So, you are destined to go against them. Those reckless national wars, those priests who blindly devour your flesh and blood and sacrifice their lives for you in their fanatical lies, and those young soldiers who, amidst the flames of war and slaughter, firmly believe that these are 'necessary sacrifices'... are all useless nutrients that will ultimately only nourish your own twisted ambitions, not the future of Feroth."
The huge elk skull stared at him silently, with no light in the depths of its dark eye sockets, but the blizzard behind him became more and more fierce with the ups and downs of his emotions.
"...You don't understand." The Great Shaman's voice trembled slightly and became increasingly hoarse. "You won't understand. You are not from Feroth... You don't know what we have been through... and you don't know what we want."
"I didn't intend to be an enemy of the gods." He slowly stretched out his hands, and a strange gray-black symbol rose from behind him. "But, if you choose to protect the Silver Iris..."
"—Then the ice field will be my kingdom of God, and it will also be your grave!"
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