Chapter 390 Great Victory
On the Saga Glacier, there was silence between heaven and earth.
The raging snowstorm seemed to have never existed, the low gray-black clouds had long since disappeared without a trace, and the sky took on a cold and tranquil azure color, reflecting a dazzling light on the ice field.
But the sight before him was terrifying enough.
The ice field seemed to have been completely reshaped by some unimaginable force. Huge ice spikes rose abruptly from the ground like a forest, then broke and melted strangely, forming a messy and hideous ruin.
The most frightening thing is a huge, deep, almost straight crack that tears apart this eternal pale frozen soil and extends madly towards the end of the vision, to the limit of human eyes.
And beneath that smooth cross-section that was obviously not naturally formed and showed a sharp cold light, there was actually a deep, surging sea water that was flashing with dark blue light. The ice layer that was cut off at the edge was rapidly melting and shrinking in the high heat caused by the intense friction. From time to time, huge remaining ice blocks fell into the dark abyss, splashing heavy waves and emitting a strange and creepy rumbling echo.
The biting cold wind whipped up snow foam, which flew close to the ground. The huge wound across the ice brought with it the salty smell of seawater, which should not be there. Salvador stared blankly at the scene before him, his cloudy irises reflecting his torn kingdom of God.
Failed.
His power had indeed reached an unprecedented terrifying height. At that moment, Salvador could even feel that the ancient and vast concept of the ice field was resonating with him. Endless power poured into his withered body, making him arrogantly and mistakenly believe that he would be like the immortal and indestructible ancient ice field, swallowing up all the ants who tried to struggle desperately in the blizzard as always.
But the other god simply raised his sword.
…simply raised his sword.
The victor didn't even finish him off himself, but simply watched him calmly as he fell lightly into the ruins after the war of gods, like a deer that had been bled and stiffened. His face, which was barely visible due to the backlight, seemed to reveal a strange and indifferent expression...disappointment.
There was no need for the other party to attack him further. The blood had already stopped flowing due to the extreme cold, and the backlash from the forcefully gathered strength had also cruelly descended. Salvador could clearly feel his soul shattering bit by bit. In the trance caused by the excruciating pain, the blood relatives and believers he had devoured seemed to stand around him in layers, leaning over him, staring at him silently with empty, pale faces.
And that god didn't even leave him a single word, be it mockery or contempt - he just turned around and left in a hurry, as if he was quite anxious.
...Brother...Ferros...No...
Salvador's fingers moved slightly, trying to stretch toward the north—and then stopped completely.
The cold wind was still blowing, rolling up fine snow foam, gently enveloping the body of the pseudo-god covered with countless animal furs and the deer bones scattered around. It was no different from any other animal corpse that died on this ice field, as if the ice field was silently accepting and burying this creature that was conceived by it and ultimately destroyed by it in its own way.
Sensing the presence of the sea god Odileus, Azuka paused. He turned his head, his brow furrowing slightly. The next second, his figure vanished from the ice, as if he had never appeared.
The professor had already suspected that the sea god Odileus might take advantage of his time being "entangled" by Salvador and descend upon Maxine. Honestly, without being able to observe in person, he felt uneasy. Even though he deeply trusted Maxine and was confident in the magic circle and backup plan he had left behind, sometimes emotions could not be controlled by reason, especially when it came to someone's safety, especially when they knew the source of all the pain and danger they had endured.
However, the serious look on his lover's face as she made a sincere guarantee to him made it really hard for him to refuse. Moreover, if he was too harsh on her and watched her too closely, he was very suspicious that this guy would hide it from him and do it secretly if he encountered a similar situation again in the future, so appropriate concessions and "letting go" were still necessary.
...But that didn't stop his heart from dropping to the ground once again when he saw those smoky gray eyes again.
Inside the small shelter, a series of soft, intermittent gasps echoed, and almost everyone couldn't help but stare blankly at the golden figure. The door to the entrance was pulled open, and crisp, cold air rushed in, dispelling the turbid, stuffy air.
The visitor's golden hair shone so brightly in the light that it almost burned. His pair of golden, intimidating eyes quickly swept across the interior of the shelter, slid coldly over the fragment of the sea god's soul trapped in the magic circle, and then fell completely back on the dusty black-haired young man.
"Sir," he whispered.
Before the professor could react, he suddenly felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, he found that he had appeared on the ice field without knowing when, and under his feet was the body of Salvador, the great shaman of Fellowes.
Space spell.
Another person was putting the thick cloak he had taken off because of the heat back on, carefully tying it for him. When someone accidentally pressed his shoulder, the professor instinctively dodged. The savior immediately noticed something was wrong, his eyes sharpening: he didn't smell any blood, and his expression seemed normal... He saw the other person shook his head slightly at him. Azuka stared at him for a moment, then slowly looked away.
Nova rubbed his eyes, stung by the snow, and looked at the remains of the battle, which spoke volumes of the fierce battle they had just endured. He turned his head, leaned closer, and sniffed the man's collar carefully—good, no smell of blood, probably no injuries.
"Is this a trap you set up on purpose?!"
The soul of the sea god Odile, who was also brought out, twisted in impotence and rage, but the ocean so close at hand did not show any ripples, as if it had long forgotten the existence that he had once favored.
"Not too stupid." The professor commented coldly. He looked around and his brows slowly furrowed: White Nightmare, the dragon that was said to have been tamed by Salvador did not appear.
"Salvatore has recalled most of the flesh and blood he shared with White Nightmare, except for that of Nightmare." The Savior seemed to know what he was thinking and explained slowly, "I suspect he will regain some of his sanity in Nightmare, or at least be able to restrain the frost dragon from destroying Ferros."
It is just like the relationship between Lionel Money and his chosen "vessel" Miss Victoria Money, except that the blood relationship is replaced by a relationship of devouring flesh and blood. The effect is yet to be determined, and it is estimated that it will not be very good.
...and this is probably the last refuge that the Great Shaman of Ferros tried his best to leave for his compatriots.
The professor, evidently also thinking of the richest man, frowned. He looked at the fragments and asked coldly, "Including Lionel Money, is this all a trick played by you and the other two gods?"
"The fetus is born from the father's sperm, and grows by consuming the mother's flesh and blood." The fragment of the sea god's soul replied with a sneer, its gaze tinged with unpleasant malice as it surveyed Azuka. "Bloodline and inherited power are of the same origin, and devouring is another manifestation of bloodline—our bloodline and descendants must remain in the world."
"I smell a very familiar scent on you, and you look somewhat familiar..." He muttered coldly and lowly, "Didn't that cunning old bastard Utoska, the God of Storms, create you with this in mind?"
However, Azuka was not affected by this "bad news" at all. He just sneered and said, "Really? It's a pity that he died."
He rubbed his brows and slowly exhaled with some impatience - the savior was really fed up with the stupid and ridiculous tricks of the gods, which were vicious, despicable, and had no originality, but always brought the deepest suffering.
The fragment of Odles' soul seemed to sense the extremely calm and terrifying murderous intent, and it suddenly became quiet.
If it was Zephyr, the god of light and glory, who appeared here, he would probably try to recruit or scold with a grand and arrogant attitude, and would never beg for mercy. Even if he died, he would want to die gloriously. If it was Analene, the goddess of love, she might keep begging and crying, using all kinds of charm or deception to try to arouse the pity or desire of others, so as to have a chance of survival.
But the sea god Odrais was different. He was a manic patient suspected of being a bit schizophrenic. The next second, that small ball of soul twisted and expanded violently, erupting with a sharp and piercing hissing sound. It was no longer the calm and composed look that it had when it was in the shelter.
"Lies! Traps! You despicable creatures! Do you dare to fight me in a fair fight?!" The soul fragment roared: "I want to live! Live! The sea will drown you! Crush you! I will strangle you to death in the sea, I want-"
Azuka expressionlessly folded his five fingers together, and then the thing could only scream shrilly. As time passed, it became noticeably smaller and fainter, until it completely disappeared into the air.
...Strong yet weak, ridiculous yet pathetic. But it's this kind of thing that hides itself from the light, that melts in the sun, this kind of thing...
The savior closed his eyes, and the cold expression on his face gradually faded. When he looked at the people around him, he showed an unusually gentle patience and concern: "What's wrong with your shoulder?"
"...My shoulder hurts." The professor was silent for a moment, then admitted expressionlessly—it would be discovered anyway: "That old bastard Odile patted my shoulder a little too hard when he pretended to be Marcyline."
So he realized something was wrong at that time. You know, the heroine was born with extraordinary strength, and now she always treats him with gentleness.
"It's nothing serious, just a few bruises." Seeing people frowning at him, the professor paused, feeling inexplicably guilty, and said stiffly, "Be happy. The only cost of this plan is a few bruises. This is an undisputed victory."
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