Chapter 388: God War
Salvador's confidence was clearly not unfounded. This was the vast northern ice sheet, and it was at its most violent and frigid time of year.
Just as the night protects the dead, the ocean responds to the passengers on the ship, endless desires nourish the bodies of the blissful visitors, and the pursuit of glory tempers the light spears of the Shining Knights, the ice field will also infuse its eternal and endless power into His most devout believers, and everything around will be the Great Shaman's most loyal limbs.
The cloak on Salvador's body expanded in the violent wind and snow, and the fur connected to the beast's head and limbs seemed to come back to life, making a subtle but sharp friction sound in the howling wind and snow, like a shrill scream.
There were even more strange runes accompanied by a gray-black blizzard, carrying the aura of annihilation and freezing, rushing towards the area behind the blond god that was forcibly opened up by divine power!
But facing this attack that was like a natural disaster, enough to make ordinary people, even ordinary saints, despair, Azuka simply tilted his head slightly. He did not make any exaggerated movements, but simply raised his right hand.
Instantly, a terrifying, invisible yet extremely sharp force, centered around him, suddenly spread out in all directions. Accompanied by a heart-shattering, immobilizing frictional sound, the vast icy disaster seemed to have collided with an insurmountable, invisible cliff, forced by inertia to dissipate in all directions. The eerie gray-black runes, like snowflakes touching a branding iron, emitted a strange sizzling sound, their light dimmed, their structure crumbled, and they finally melted into nothingness.
Salvador's pupils beneath the deer bones contracted sharply. This wasn't simply a violent defense, but more like a more fundamental "rejection," a clash of ideologies.
The gods and even the realms behind them refused to be frozen by the ice field, refused to be swallowed by the ice field... refused to follow the ice field's dead and unchanging rules.
“…Is that all?”
The other party's voice came through the heavy wind and snow and reached Salvador's ears very clearly, even with a hint of disappointment.
He finally moved, making a downward pressing gesture with his five fingers - Salvador suddenly felt as if the weight of the entire frozen earth was suddenly pressing down on his back. He groaned, staggered unexpectedly, and knelt directly on one knee on the ground. The roaring wind and snow around him, the flickering runes, the rampant cold wave and deathly silence, were all forcibly compressed towards the depths of the earth by some kind of pressure coming from all directions!
They spun and struggled frantically, but to no avail. In the end, they were pressed to the ground, their range shrank sharply, and their height dropped rapidly. But in the blink of an eye, the terrifying snowstorm that originally connected the sky and the earth was forcibly confined within a range of less than a few meters around Salvador, and the height did not even exceed the other's knees, like a sticky, desperate quagmire.
The violent turbulence that had blinded the eyes a moment before had become calm and silent. The air was transparent and clear, allowing one to clearly see the peeling elk skull on the Great Shaman's face, and beneath it, a man with a look of astonishment and horror, who bore a close resemblance to the contemporary king of Ferros. His face was painted with gray-black totems, like the priestess of Ferros, but his cheeks were deeply sunken, his skin was pale, and his lips were dark purple, mixed with slowly dripping black blood, giving him the appearance of a desiccated corpse on the verge of freezing to death.
"My vision is much clearer now." Azuka calmly withdrew his hand. "Since you are going to be my enemy, showing your true face is the most basic courtesy."
Salvador's heart grew heavier. He struggled to his feet, but the god didn't stop him. The power of a god in his prime was far greater than he had imagined. Even though he had used the ice field's momentum to the utmost, even as a fellow saint, he would have lost half his life. Yet, the other party didn't even move a step.
He tried to mobilize the beasts on the ice field, summon the souls buried deep in the ancient ice shell, and even tried to use his own blood as a sacrifice to cause absolute freezing of a small area of space.
However, all attacks within a certain range of the golden-haired god's body were like hitting an indestructible barrier. The god just resisted carelessly, occasionally counterattacking a few times - the opponent had not yet taken it seriously, let alone used all his strength.
A cold fear, a fear he hadn't felt in a long time, crept up Salvador's spine.
If he continued like this, he would fail the moment the gods' patience ran out. Failure would mean death, the loss of the greatest protection for the Everfrost Royal Court and his brother, the shattering of the entire tribe's grand expeditionary plan, and even the possibility of catastrophic destruction. He could not fail! He could not die here!
...He couldn't leave this kind of existence for the people of Fellowes to deal with, absolutely not.
"There's no grudge between Ferros and the People's Party." Salvatore panted heavily and decided to take the initiative to make concessions. "The combined territory of Silver Iris and Ferros is vast enough to accommodate two kings."
"Two relatives in a house are fiercely fighting for ownership of the house," the golden-haired god asked calmly, lowering his eyes. "But how will they face the shameless robbers who come to seize their property, slaughter their children, and occupy the house?"
This means refusing to negotiate and refusing to surrender.
"This is an ice field," the Great Shaman hissed in disbelief. "My power is boundless, but how long can you suppress Him like this? And how long can those Silver Iris people behind you wait?"
He was answered with a cold sneer: "Is all you can do is talk tough?"
...There is no way back.
Salvador took a deep breath, and regardless of the blood slowly flowing out of his seven orifices, he suddenly opened his arms.
"- Return!" He let out an inhuman roar, the sound piercing through the silent divine realm, piercing through the crystal snow-capped mountains, sweeping across the vast snowfields, and reaching deep into the bodies of every priest on the icefield with the blood of the royal family of Fellos flowing in their veins.
Hundreds of miles away, a Ferros priest who was fighting against imperial soldiers suddenly let out a shrill scream, and the totems on his face and chest, which symbolized blessing and power, suddenly burst into a scorching light. The next second, the totems and even the flesh underneath them instantly shriveled up, as if sucked dry by some invisible existence. The priest opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and fell straight to the ground under the horrified gaze of the surrounding imperial soldiers, completely losing his life, leaving only a emaciated corpse.
In the Everfrozen Court, King Ferros's favorite daughter was massaging her father's shoulders when she collapsed silently. Her father, King Haakon, inexplicably turned around and saw that the princess's smooth face and plump breasts looked as if a large piece had been gouged out, yet her skin remained intact. He couldn't help but accidentally smash the teacup.
Similar scenes were repeated among the various Ferros priests throughout Ferros and even the Silver Iris Empire. The flesh and blood that the great shamans had distributed for "blessing" was now being taken back by their masters in the most brutal and tragic way.
Salvador roared with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He felt his unadapted soul wail shrilly. His withered body swelled at a visible speed, his shrunken muscles becoming wiry and strong again. His eyes turned a pure gray-black, devoid of any white. The gray-black snow region around him, forcibly compressed, exploded, rapidly expanding again, its scale and intensity far exceeding that of the past!
The faint, sarcastic smile on the golden-haired god's face gradually widened, taking on a sharper edge. Atop the transparent curtains protecting the civilian soldiers, beautiful yet terrifying ice and snow rapidly grew, emitting a creaking, frozen cry.
The rules of the ice field were violently distorted and materialized around the Great Shaman—at this moment, El Salvador was the ice field, and the ice field was named El Salvador.
The more cautious but slow absorption of faith was no longer enough to resist the current situation. He sacrificed those ethnic groups and compatriots who fanatically believed in him, ignored the huge cost and backlash in the future, and forcibly gathered all the power, finally becoming what the entire Ferros dreamed of -
God.
He now finally briefly gained the power to be on par with another god, or even defeat him.
"...As I expected." Azuka said thoughtfully, "So this is how you obtained the Okansele Contract on your soul—is this what the Sea God Odileus told you?"
Why so confident, why so crazy, why so... at all costs, it was like putting the entire country on a shaky gambling table - it was because there was a god who swore an oath to the Okunsele River to guarantee that Salvador could definitely become a god, even if it was only for a very brief moment.
As for what Odres wants? The professor speculates that while the three gods are still cooperating, they still harbor ulterior motives against one another. If Odres could secure a sufficiently powerful ally or agent in the real world, he could not only sabotage or facilitate the actions of the Chosen One, but also use them to counter the most powerful god of light and glory, Zephyr, who has gone mad after being driven to despair.
As for Analene, the goddess of love, who only has a soul left? No god cares about her, only treating her as a bonus or bait.
So why didn't Salvador do the same in his previous life? Was it because he thought he was only dealing with a saint, and White Nightmare was right beside him, so he underestimated his enemy and was killed before he could absorb the priest's flesh and blood?
...Or did the Scarlet Tyrant do something secretly?
"Now," the voice of Salvatore, the Ice God, became majestic and icy, and every syllable caused the Saga Ice Field to rumble and tremble. "Let us truly begin this war of gods."
The God of Resistance and Change came to his senses, stretched out his hand and casually grasped the air, and a golden sword gradually took shape from the void.
"Not bad, it finally looks like something." He commented with a smile.
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