Capítulo 910: Chapter 453: All Things Attraction – Ancient Frost Whale! He Has Returned. (Part 2)
“Uh…”
Misha was montarily stunned, not yet having recovered from Heather’s suggestive teasing.
At this mont, in the center of the battlefield, Cersei was already shrieking, driving a swarm of moths towards the Ancient Ice Dragon.
Yet on the dragon’s spine, the magnificent figure seated on the Cold Stone Throne quietly stood up.
Strange waves emanated from his body, invisible ripples swiftly sweeping across the entire Spirit Lake.
In a trance, everyone present seed to hear the sound of sothing imnsely vast and heavy rolling slowly.
The sound ca from above, as if a colossal indescribable teor was revolving in the void, bringing with it ancient frost accumulated over countless ages.
Everyone’s heart and soul seed frozen by the cold, weighed down so heavily that it felt hard to breathe.
In the next mont, boundless frost rapidly surged around that figure, then extended upwards like a mysterious deep frost pathway reaching into the eternal starry sky.
“[All Things Attraction – Ancient Frost Whale]!”
Accompanied by a calm and cold voice, a brilliant white baleen whale, as dazzling as a blazing teor, glided down through the frost pathway penetrating the do.
In an instant, surging cold air poured down, freezing the vast Spirit Lake, countless black moths flying and writhing, as well as Cersei encircled by innurable black moths, as if captured in a tiless painting suddenly stilled for eternity.
The snow-white baleen whale, like an icy teor, struck the frozen Cersei precisely; the radiant white light obscured everything, and where the light radiated, the entire frozen “painting” began to “burn.”
The snow-colored frost fla possessed incredible power, igniting everything, and one by one the black moths dissolved into ice dust in the “flas.”
The blazing white “flas” instantly spread across the entire Spirit Lake, the spell’s light illuminating faces filled with shock, astonishnt, or disbelief.
Misha stood blankly in place, as if the scene before him had completely captivated his spirit.
Heather, with a smile on her face, entwined her fingers and clasped them behind her back, gazing intently up at the figure on the ice dragon’s spine, surrounded and revered by the countless frost. All her hardened defenses stripped away, her face was left with nothing but unspeakable tender admiration and infatuation.
Heliodor, on the other hand, had red eyes, tightly holding a silver coin in his arms, repeatedly murmuring, “Silver coin… silver coin… did you see?
This boy didn’t actually die, he’s back… he’s back!”
The silver coin softly “owed,” as if responding to Heliodor’s murmuring.
…..
“Elsa, how long until they arrive?”
Ronan asked softly, looking at Elsa who had transford into the form of an Ancient Ice Dragon.
This was the result of her Ancient Ice Dragon bloodline combined with her formidable Ice Magic expertise, allowing her to briefly simulate the form of an Ancient Ice Dragon and unleash incredible frost powers.
But in this world, aside from Ronan, probably no one else could step on this ice dragon like a mount.
“It will take a few more days.”
Elsa’s conscious response echoed in his mind.
“Then you handle cleaning up the remaining people on the field, as for this… I’ll take care of it myself.”
Ronan squinted his eyes, staring at the still-fissioning blazing white light mass ahead, giving a bland command.
The ice dragon beneath him let out a responding long chant, flapping its wings to fly; it released a deep blue breath, like the Grim Reaper, hunting down and swiftly sweeping away the Black Robed Wizards from the Ancient Witch Revival Association.
The aftertaste of the spell he just cast still reverberated in his chest, each bone marked with Frost Whale Pattern lightly resonating and heating.
Ronan savored that secret technique he just perford, with many insights and epiphanies flashing through his mind.
[All Things Attraction – Ancient Frost Whale]!
This secret technique did not co from the Ice Emperor’s inheritance but was a creation of his own after his Ancient Star ditation Master Level Proficiency broke through one thousand five, and the Star Sensing ability rose significantly, combined with Heramus’s legacy.
Heramus’s Fallen Technique lacked crucial heritage, so he still couldn’t summon falling teors. But like Ronan’s previous idea of using Forbidden – Black Hole to replace the teors, by condensing the ancient level freezing coldness brought by the Ancient Frost Whale bloodline beyond the void, he could still achieve a similar effect when summoned.
This was his first attempt, and its power exceeded his expectations.
It was nearly comparable to the [All Days Eclipsed] he cast earlier in the Realm of Departing Fire, standing at the threshold between the second and third stages of the Forbidden Magic Domain.
Of course, this secret technique might not excel in the understanding and application of Rule Power. Its might largely stemd from Ronan’s spiritual cultivation, now tenfold stronger than nine years ago, and the concentration of the Ancient Frost Whale bloodline had risen from one percent to four percent.
The terrifying chill brought by the Frost Whale teor freezes everything, and the ancient level frost evolves into an effect similar to “Frost Burning,” as if everything will be destroyed under the fearso spell’s might.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, at the very center of the Frost Whale teor’s explosion, a piercing scream tears through layers of blazing white ice flas, and a gray-black stream bursts forth, a figure swiftly charging out from within.
At this mont, Cersei is covered entirely in black moths, with a constant shower of mixed white flas and ice shards falling from her body.
When the remnants of the spell have mostly fallen away, it becos clear that she’s adorned with a bizarre armor made from countless interwoven moths, with massive gray-black moth wings unfurled behind her, embedded with densely packed oval-shaped mouths and eyes, each mouth growing fine saw teeth and slender filants.
Evil, eerie, grotesque, and sinister, yet presenting a bizarre and twisted sense of beauty.
Compared to nine years ago, Cersei has changed greatly, both in appearance and strength.
Ronan calmly watched her; he anticipated Cersei’s escape, never believing a single spell could terminate her.
Nine years ago, Cersei’s strength was infinitely close to late Level 6, and now she has beco even more powerful, mastering increasingly sinister and strange abilities.
“You managed not to die?”
Cersei’s moth wings gently flutter, losing their original healthy and wild deanor, now utterly ordinary and even grotesque as her face reveals a look of deep surprise towards Ronan.
Her personality has also changed.
Nine years ago, she was just obsessive, occasionally going mad, but now her gaze seems to perpetually linger on the brink between sanity and frenzy.
“It’s too good that you’re not dead.”
Cersei’s blue gold eyes continuously fade away, replaced by black-gray gradients staring intently at Ronan, extending a forked slender tongue to lightly lick her lips, she laughs, “Juventus will surely be pleased to know this.”
“Juventus.”
Ronan heard this na once again, his eyes flickered slightly, then he calmly spoke, “He lets you call him so affectionately, seems like your relationship has taken a step forward…”
Cersei’s face blossoms with a radiant smile only to beco stiff at Ronan’s next words.
“Pity.”
Ronan faintly sizes her up and down, saying, “With your current appearance, one wonders if he truly admires you.”
Ronan’s words and gaze seem to have struck Cersei intensely, her face suddenly becos distorted and deranged, shouting sharply, “Shut up! You should die! You should die at once!”
Cersei shrieks, rushing towards Ronan swiftly, like a horrific gray wind bolting forward.
Ronan expressionless, silently steps back, simultaneously raising his right hand slowly, Titanium rapidly surges from his Magic Robe, condensing behind him.
Ronan reverses his hand, gripping the Titanium, drawing it… like leisurely pulling out a dark gold longsword made of spinal bones.
“Spiritual.. Yes——”
Ronan suddenly sweeps the sword forward, rich dark gold light splashing out.
In an instant, amidst the void’s ravaging frost energy, endless fla particles erupt like a torrent of magma.
In rely a breath, a vast and mighty golden cloud sea appears above the entire Spirit Lake Secret Realm.
Ronan’s Titanium Dragon Bone Longsword infinitely extends as he slashes it, each tal vertebra clashes and resonates with the Fire Gold Song.
The Dragon Bone Longsword swiftly connects to the high sky, within the thick, magnificent golden cloud sea, endless energy bursts forth, he guides an indescribably huge shadow down.
Fire!
Fierce fire!
Golden intertwined with orange fire!
Undying fire!
Ronan’s eyes gradually shift from azure to enchanting orange-red, where his gaze falls, the void becos a raging sea of flas!
He needs an opponent to verify the results of his cultivation over the past nine years.
Right now.
Cersei is the perfect target!
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