The Temple of Heritage is a very special location.
It will search the vicinity for qualified individuals to receive the inheritance and bestow divine power upon them in advance.
This divine power may manifest in the special physique of qualified individuals.
In the far north, only these barbarian tribes are qualified to gain the recognition of the Temple of Inheritance.
Only those who are qualified can awaken the temple.
Viktor had thought he would need to search through several tribes to find such a qualified person, but he was lucky.
The only survivor was a barbarian boy who looked to be only a teenager.
His red fur had only grown a little, and his limbs were exceptionally strong due to living in an extreme environment for many years. He wore a large white spotted animal skin.
The animal hide clothing was also charred and blackened by the terrifying flames.
Despite being surrounded by such intense flames, his body remained completely unharmed.
This is a manifestation of his divine power, which makes him unafraid of high temperatures.
In the game, that translates to immunity to fire damage.
The barbarian boy looked at the indifferent Victor and started shouting incoherently, gesturing wildly as he did so, appearing extremely excited.
Seeing that Viktor remained unmoved, the boy knelt down in front of Viktor, kowtowed for a long time, and finally lay there motionless.
It's as if Victor is seen as a god representing fire.
Victor simply watched its every move with cold indifference:
“These uncivilized barbarians, relying on the little power they acquired from abroad, run rampant on the borders of a vast empire.”
He turned to look at the nearby pole, where all sorts of flesh and blood hung. In the blur, Victor seemed to see some indescribable flesh and blood as well.
Above, there appeared to be some clothes that had been frozen stiff.
Seeing this made Viktor feel utterly disgusted.
He wished he could resurrect these dead barbarians and grind their bones to dust a thousand times over.
"You know what, Vega?"
"That's why, apart from Gwen, I hate all the knights of the North."
Including Angus.
He prides himself on being righteous, but his mind is filled with nothing but the legacy of the goddess of justice.
Until this legacy finally passed to Gwen, even the goddess of justice felt that Angus's behavior had become so obsessive that it had become evil.
So Gwen killed him.
It wasn't just because Angus intended to unite the North against Aurelion's rule.
Furthermore, it is because Angus is already deeply sinful.
Even if he did nothing.
But this is the north, and on the border there live those barbarian tribes called 'Beasts'.
His inaction is already a great sin.
Victor didn't care whether Vega would respond to him; he just looked at the barbarians kneeling at his feet with disgust, and suddenly a giant hand made of lava grew out from behind him.
In an instant, the barbarian boy in front of him was grabbed and lifted up, held in the giant lava hand.
The giant hand tightened its grip, as if it wanted to crush his body into a pulp.
Amidst the endless howling of wind and snow, the intense screams and the clattering of bones could be clearly heard even a hundred meters away from the tribe.
He stopped contracting his giant hand just before he could crush the barbarian boy in his grasp, no longer caring about the pitiful creature that was barely alive.
As long as he had a breath left, Viktor would never pay him another glance.
There is still a long way to go before reaching the Temple of Inheritance.
He carried the mangled, bloodied barbarian and continued walking through the snowstorm, oblivious to the raging flames engulfing the ruined tribe behind him.
......
On a snow-covered plain, light snowflakes drifted in the air, like tiny, delicate flowers.
An elderly man with white hair stood among them, his white hair and eyebrows making him blend even closer into the snow.
He wore a pure white fur coat, which, as snowflakes fell on it, gave him an air of indifference.
He was surrounded by dozens of very strong barbarians.
The barbarians were all armed, and the sharp points of those weapons were burning with bright red flames.
They screamed and charged at the old man, brandishing their weapons.
The old man showed no sign of panic as he watched several barbarians attack him.
Instead, she slowly raised her arm, interacting with her fingers in the air, drawing white and blue patterns in the air.
A slight chill began to slowly condense on his gloves.
An extremely long ice battle axe suddenly appeared in the old man's right hand. He swung the long battle axe with a speed that was like a blur, killing several burly barbarians who were charging at him with a single blow.
Seeing the barbarian limbs splattered with blood, the old man simply shook off the remaining blood from his Frost Axe. Looking at the barbarians who were trembling and taking a few steps back, he burst into laughter.
"Keep going, let's try again."
He beckoned to the remaining barbarians with his finger, as if in a provocation.
The barbarians looked at each other, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
They didn't come here to cause trouble for the old man.
Instead, they were surrounded by the old man.
Many barbarian people had seen his appearance and naturally knew who he was.
Vladimir Lebedev.
The strongest fourth-tier mage in the North, known as the "Supreme Lord of Extreme Ice".
These barbarians originally intended to plunder the area, looking for anything nearby to steal and any creatures to serve as their food.
But unexpectedly, he encountered this barbarian's nightmare here.
But retreating without a fight is not the style of those barbarians. Even though one of their kind was killed, they still believed they could defeat the demon that had plagued their tribe for so long.
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