I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 377

Latest website: Around Winter Torch City, at the foot of an unknown snow-capped mountain, Carin Jacques, who was completely wrapped up, was stepping on the snow that covered his knees and was struggling to move forward on the steep mountain road.

It was already April, but the whistling mountain wind was still blowing at him with snowflakes like goose feathers; there were thousands of ice grains not much smaller than soybeans, as if an entire army was moving towards the trainee from all directions. The priest opened fire in a salvo.

At this moment, he was trembling, but he didn't care about the cold and the rapidly depleted physical strength. His brain, which was about to lose the ability to think, was frantically cursing someone who was carrying out this "death mission" in a semi-command tone. colleagues.

"...Talia August Rune has left Beluga Harbor and is suspected to be heading towards Winter Torch City to monitor its every move, and if necessary, try to stop it..."

The apprentice priest really wants to ask this good friend who is in great need of great virtue, why he is so highly regarded by him, thinking that a small ordinary spellcaster can stop the blasphemous mage of blood magic, and it is still in an apostle. under surveillance? !

Following the marks of the rut, Carin Jacques finally found the luxurious four-wheeled carriage with the logo of the Rune family left at the foot of the mountain by the other party;

Although he had anticipated the problem of cold, put on thick clothes, and carried magic props that could keep his body temperature constant, the terrifying low temperature on the snow-capped mountains was still beyond the trainee priest's imagination-the weather in the entire area seemed to be affected by A certain consciousness was forcibly distorted, and it was powerful enough to make all the magic tools in his body on the verge of failure.

Even if it's just so that he doesn't turn into an ice sculpture, Carin Jacques has to keep going against the cold wind.

Finally... just when he was so tired that he could hardly even curse in his mind, two distinct figures made his pupils freeze instantly.

In the vast white snow, a girl in a blood-red tube top and long skirt raised her head slightly, walking halfway up the snowy mountain as if she was walking in the forest.

On her side, a female elf wearing a gorgeous knight costume with her hands behind her back, her long hair like a waterfall and the back of her coat dancing in the wind, showing off her proud lines without paying attention, and a pair that will change with her emotions. Shaking pointed ears.

The trainee priest's nerves tightened, and he fell into the thick snow without any hesitation.

"Um?"

As if attracted by something, the elf girl whose ears moved slightly turned her head abruptly and looked at a vast expanse of white mountains.

"What's wrong?" Talia, who had a smile on the corner of her mouth, whispered, her little head tilted to the other's shoulder: "Did you find anything?"

"……nothing."

The elf girl with slightly narrowed eyes turned her back to Dao, deliberately not letting her see her expression.

"Speaking of which, I don't seem to have thanked you yet, Your Majesty Freya."

Aware of the other party's indifference, Talia took a half step forward and said in a very kind tone: "Frankly speaking, when Talia came to visit, Talia did not expect that you would actually agree, which really made Talia terrified. to."

"Frightened?" Freya turned around and glanced at the smiling girl:

"There is no need for that. I did this just to repay the favor of the Rune family. Although the person who promised was Louis, as the beneficiary, it is impossible for me, the descendant of Moses Field, to turn a blind eye."

Although she is very resistant, the elf girl is very clear that although she can get out of the coma and repair the law even without the help of the other party, it will probably take dozens or even hundreds of years.

Of course she can afford such a price, but Louis absolutely cannot; from this point of view, she really owes the Rune family and Anson Bach a huge favor.

"If there is anything else... that is to avoid some unexpected and unmanageable messes."

"Unexpected?"

Talia tilted her little head.

The elf girl did not answer immediately, but glanced at the top of the mountain that seemed to be close at hand; the whistling wind and snow made her feel some kind of strong, undisguised hostility.

"Talia August Rune, I admit that you are very strong. Even if I am in my prime, I may not be your opponent without restrictions." Freya said calmly:

"But even so, I still don't think that with your strength, you can fight against the prohibition around the 'Land of Rest', or even the maliciousness of this world contained in it!"

After saying that, she looked at the girl coldly, her red dress swaying in the increasingly fierce cold wind.

The girl with her head tilted, still smiling:

"You are absolutely right, Your Majesty Freya; if you can prepare for another hundred years and get rid of some of the 'connections' with this world, it may be a wiser decision."

"But I don't have that much time. The Church of Order will set foot on this land at any time. They won't just watch the power of the three true gods be used by us; this point, you who have experienced the destruction of the royal court of Iser. , should know better than Talia."

Freya was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized something:

"If that's the case, why don't you ask your father for help? With the help of an apostle, it should be easy to destroy the prohibition on the periphery, right?"

"Of course, so it's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't." The girl shook her head, showing a somewhat regretful expression: "Father doesn't fully agree with Talia's actions."

"In addition, the impact of an apostle's shot will be too severe; my father's character has always been very cautious, and he will not easily shoot himself unless it is a last resort."

"Even an enemy?" Freya asked.

"It should be said...especially the enemy." The girl said meaningfully, slowly raised her frozen right hand, and looked at it in front of her eyes:

"Although there was no in-depth communication, forcing the father to intervene and have an impact on the new world is likely to be part of the official order church plan."

"Those despicable believers of false gods have always hoped to create an 'enemy' who actually exists, but cannot directly threaten them, and incorporate the whole world into the cages and shackles they have built in the past; don't say something like this to you The blood of the true gods, for us heretics, that is also an ending that is very unwilling to face."

"You crave the inheritance, pride, and identity of the true God; we crave evolution, perfection, and detachment; and if those false gods arm the world with lies against us, all this will become extremely difficult."

Valley dead

The girl put her hands in front of her naturally, stepped forward and approached, waiting for the other party's answer.

Freya, who no longer questioned, chose silence, and silence itself explained everything.

Almost at the same time, the surrounding blizzard became more and more violent; the biting cold wind completely blocked the vision of the two; Ice particles, every snowflake, is the manifestation of its substance.

And in the snow pit just a few hundred meters away, Carin Jacques, who was desperately trying to bury himself under the snow, even began to tremble violently; It became extremely difficult for the apprentice priest to even breathe.

Feeling the strangeness around her, Talia turned her gaze to the elf girl beside her; the latter slowly raised her right hand, and her index and middle fingers were like sharp blades, slashing at the surrounding snow.

Following the traces of the fingertips, the golden-red flames shredded the snow that blocked the view like a hot knife cutting butter, and left a fire in the shape of a crescent moon in the snow less than 100 meters away.

Under the rolling heat wave, the melting snowflakes turned into a gentle breeze, even mixed with a little warmth.

But this is just the beginning... The whistling wind and snow stopped for less than a moment, and then rolled up the bone-piercing icy pavement again, and it was more violent than before; so violent that the apprentice priest hiding under the snow had begun to gradually lost consciousness.

Freya, whose mouth was slightly raised, did not stop, her left arm immediately opened in sync with the right hand holding the sword finger; golden red sparks lit up one by one beside her, dancing with the wind like fluttering satin, gradually. A three-dimensional ring of primordiality was formed around her, surrounding her.

The surrounding snow was still whistling, but there was no longer the slightest chill around the elf girl, and even the snow under her feet became warm.

Talia on the side narrowed her eyes slightly, her emerald green pupils clearly caught the roaring cold wind around her, and she even changed direction at the location where the firelight shone.

This is one of the reasons why Talia is willing to lend a hand and exchange favors for the help of the Elf Queen.

Freya Mosesfield, or all the pure-blooded and awakened Iser elves who call themselves "the true blood of the gods", are not only arrogant in words, but also how they treat the world, and even the world treats them an attitude.

All spellcasters, no matter how far they have evolved, are part of the world from the very beginning. In the eyes of the "world", they are mutated cells, viruses, cancers that need to be eliminated to avoid affecting healthy individuals.

And elves...at least "pure blood" elves are completely different. Their attitudes and origins of birth are fundamentally not part of this world; the two sides are equal from the beginning, or the parasitic relationship between the weak and the strong.

Even if the strength is slightly inferior, Freya can still unfold her own laws calmly in the face of the malice of the world, unless she loses her strength... This "privilege" is something that Talia has never had.

Looking at Feng Xue, who was still obstructing her vision, the elf girl with open arms turned her hands up, slowly lifting it as if she was lifting a heavy object.

Almost at the same time, Kalin Jacques, who was hiding in the snow, was horrified to find that the snow under him suddenly cracked, and a dazzling, golden-red light gushed out from it!

Before he had time to think, his whole body was jolted, and he hurriedly rolled down the hillside; from a distance, it looked like an inconspicuous, gray-white snowball.

Not only under him, but there were large cracks on the half-mountain side covered by the wind and snow, and dazzling golden-red rays of light gushed out from it, covering most of the mountain.

"Boom-!!!! Boom-!!!! Boom-!!!!"

In the thunderous sound, large swathes of snow mixed with frozen ice crystals shattered, countless broken ice, and rocks scattered all over the sky.

Carlin Jacques wanted to cry but had no tears. He was so embarrassed that he could only continue to curse in his mind a **** who let him die, while trying to escape on the snowy mountain that seemed to be bombarded by tens of thousands of cannons.

"Boom-!!!!"

It was another violent explosion, and the trainee priest who had escaped was directly knocked out by the air wave and flew a distance of more than ten meters. After rolling in the snow for several laps, he finally stopped, his face, knees, and back. His clothes were all worn out, and the biting cold wind penetrated directly into the clothes along the crack.

But he still didn't dare to stop, resisting the cold and pain to get up and running towards the foot of the mountain with both hands and feet.

Freya Mosesfield is a conjurer, her power has a distance limit, as long as she escapes the casting range!

With a self-hypnotic belief, Carin Jacques gritted his teeth and continued to run for his life; as for the mission... what mission? My biggest task now is to survive, no matter what Talia and the elf queen want to do, don't get involved!

But what he didn't realize was that from the moment he set foot on the snowy mountain, he was actually involved in it.

It didn't take long for Karin Jacques to notice the anomaly; at first he thought the storm had affected his vision, causing him to go the wrong way, but he soon discovered that it wasn't that simple.

As the loud roar gradually ceased, the surrounding blizzard gradually weakened, and the obscured vision returned to normal little by little.

The panting apprentice priest slowed down his escape steps, stood in a daze and looked around, and found that he was not in a snowy mountain, but in an extremely open, pure white snowfield.

Mountains, ice fields, snowstorms?

etc? !

Carlin Jacques, who was stunned for a second, suddenly thought of something~www.mtlnovel.com~ turned his head in horror; he prayed desperately in his heart, praying that the great ring of order would never let himself see someone going straight into the sky mountain peaks.

Then, his prayer was answered.

In the white expanse of snow, there was nothing but snow-covered land that could not be seen.

This... Carin Jacques froze in place.

Almost at the same time, Talia and the elf girl who had just destroyed the "periphery" stood there with solemn expressions, staring silently at the lonely and dilapidated stone well not far away.

Above the wellhead, the falling snowflakes first turned into water droplets, then condensed into ice particles, then vaporized, and reverted to the crystal clear at the beginning, and finally fell to the wellhead and disappeared completely.

It's a well that eats time, and...

The cemetery of the three true gods.

Chapter end

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