Um?
With one sword, he cut off the attacking blood claws. The man in the snow coat frowned when he heard the roar coming from behind him.
Do you want to consume me?
For a moment he did not understand the significance of the Blood Mist Priest's move. If these flesh and blood mixtures reached a certain size, it would be very troublesome to deal with them, and even he could not say that he would win for sure. However, these were basically formed not long ago, and it was good enough that they could barely maintain combat effectiveness. It was completely impossible for them to consume him or delay him.
The man in the snow coat did not turn back to deal with the many flesh and blood monsters that were rushing towards him, but just raised the ice sword in his hand.
Huh~ The moment he raised the ice sword, the temperature around him dropped again. A cold wind seemed to be blowing around the sword, and an ice-blue light was flowing on the sword.
'Light of Ice' Just as the deformed flesh and blood hybrids jumped up with twisted limbs and tried to cover him, his sword moved, and an ice-blue light suddenly bloomed. Even Livia, Kettle and others on the other side couldn't help but squint their eyes under the strong light.
Soldiers, Soldiers, Soldiers…
The Blood Mist Priest retreated violently, his face changed drastically. He had originally planned to use the blood and flesh hybrid to cast a sealing spell and escape while the other party was dealing with the blood and flesh hybrid, but he didn't expect...
The opponent directly launched a large-scale attack, which not only ruined his plan, but also forced him to dodge.
Step, step...
Finally out of the illumination of the ice-blue light, the Blood Mist Priest looked at the row of lifelike ice sculptures behind the other party and his face darkened.
The man in the snow coat smiled as he looked at the Blood Mist Priest opposite him, raised his ice sword and gently touched the ice sculpture behind him.
Click~click…
As he touched it lightly, the ice sculptures behind him shattered instantly, leaving a layer of blood-colored ice debris on the ground.
"What other means are there?"
The Blood Mist Priest did not answer him, but instantly turned into a blood shadow and rushed towards the city wall.
There was no way to fight. The difference in strength was not just a little bit. They were no match at all. He had originally thought of using some means to hold back the man in the snow jacket and then run away. After all, the success rate was too low if he just ran away. But now it seemed that there was no way to hold him back. He could only gamble on that slight possible success rate.
Seeing the Blood Mist Priest turn around and try to run without saying a word, the smile on the snow coat man's face became even wider. If he had run from the beginning, there might have been a slight chance, but...
His knight heritage from the Frostwind Territory is actually similar to that of orthodox academy wizards. They are all good at positional warfare and field control.
The Frostwind Territory was established by an ancient family that suddenly appeared and supported the Kingdom of Savoy when it was founded in the Twilight Calendar. Its origins are rather mysterious, and they claimed that their ancestor was the Frostwind Knight among the original knights of origin.
But outsiders have always been skeptical, because apart from the legendary lord and head of the family when the Kingdom of Savoy was founded, there has never been a lord of legendary strength since the Cold Wind Territory, which makes people doubt its authenticity. After all, the four major origin knight families that have been verified now have legendary strongmen walking around every 75 years or so. In comparison, the Cold Wind Territory, which claims to be a descendant of the Origin Knights, is naturally...
No matter what outsiders say, the man in the snow coat knows that his family is indeed a family of knights of origin. Different from the continuous offensive of the knights of the Winter Family, which makes people feel as if facing a snowstorm, as one of the few ice elemental knights of the original knights, the inheritance of the Knights of the Cold Wind is to slowly plan and control the situation to completely master the rhythm of the battle, leaving the enemy no chance of resistance, as if they were shrouded in cold wind and slowly frozen to death.
Seeing the blood shadow about to reach the city wall, the azure ice sword in the snow-coat man's hand suddenly shattered.
It will be soon. It will be soon.
Looking at the city wall getting closer and closer, the Blood Mist Priest was a little excited. As long as he reached the city wall, he would be able to distance himself in an instant. Although he was a little puzzled as to why the other party just watched him run, but...
not good!
The bloody afterimage that was about to reach the city wall suddenly stopped, and then its speed slowed down to a degree visible to the naked eye.
In the end, he even fell to the ground.
Damn it…
when……
The Blood Mist Priest who was lying on the ground was inexplicably covered with a layer of frost, as if he had been in a cold storage for a long time and his whole body was frozen.
He wanted to mobilize the blood and energy in his body, but found that the blood and energy and even the blood in his body were frozen.
"Ah, ah..." The Blood Mist Priest howled in pain. The blood in his body slowly turned into ice chips, which deeply stung his blood vessels and made him feel dense and tingling all over his body.
The man in the snow jacket slowly walked over, and as he got closer, a layer of frost slowly formed under the Blood Mist Priest's body.
"What……
At that time…” The Blood Mist Priest’s face was ferocious and pale, and his lips were trembling as they opened and closed.
"When you were injured, you thought you would be fine after removing the power, but I was still able to mobilize the cold air left by your wound and the cold air in the surrounding air."
Walking up to his side, the man in the snow coat stopped and condensed an ice sword in his hand again.
"Don't……
Don't……
I have…” “Huh?”
The man in the snow jacket looked at him suspiciously, as if he wanted to hear what else he wanted to say.
A barely perceptible flash of blood flashed in the Blood Mist Priest's eyes, and the blood-red skull ring on the ring finger of his left hand, which was pressed under his body, slowly began to flash red.
Plop!
As the sound of flesh being pricked came, the Blood Mist Priest's eyes suddenly widened. Feeling the sharp pain in his chest, he raised his head tremblingly and looked at the man in the snow coat in front of him in disbelief.
"for……
What…” Unfortunately, the last doubt could not be asked, the Blood Mist Priest’s eyes dimmed, and his pupils slowly shrank.
Ping~Hua~The ice sword that pierced into the back of the figure on the ground turned into a blue light spot that sprinkled on the body of the Blood Mist Priest, slowly forming a layer of frost that wrapped it up and turned it into an ice sculpture.
"Huh..." The man in the snow coat exhaled. He did not notice the little movements of the Blood Mist Priest. Although he felt something was wrong, he did not think much about it.
He just gave him a fatal blow based on the family concept of never leaving the enemy any chance to resist. Although the Blood Mist Priest seemed to want to say some important information just now, he didn't really want to pay attention to it. After all, the really important things were basically predicted, and what this guy might reveal was basically nothing too important. Instead of listening to his nonsense and worrying about unnecessary things, it is better to just let this matter end directly.
So strong!
The commotion here was quite big, and Livia and the others naturally noticed it.
Livia couldn't help but sigh in his heart as he watched the many flesh and blood mixtures behind him turned into ice sculptures in an instant, and then the cult leader who seemed extremely powerful to Livia was killed directly with strange means.
He is simply too strong. The battle with me is completely not on the same level. He is far superior to me...
No, the strength of several levels.
Although she was concerned about the strength displayed by the man in the snow jacket, Livia came back to her senses and concentrated on dealing with the flesh-and-blood mixture that had expanded in front of her.