Could Sofia really be invincible in the world, even storing energy rings as terrifying as this?
As he felt the last of his body warmth gradually fading, Roland’s thoughts slowed down more and more.
His life began to play out like a slideshow, but only a few fras had been shown before it froze.
Roland was truly angry.
Damn it, is there no sense of reason, not even allowed to go through the process of light before death?
He opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing to Elf Sylph, but his consciousness gradually blurred, and his rigid body toppled forward.
Elf Sylph cried out, rushing toward the fallen Roland, alarm mixed with sadness, with invisible tears trailing down her cheeks.
These were false tears.
She, without a physical form, couldn’t cry at all.
Only in dreams could she barely hold Roland.
However, the mont the intangible tears slipped down, they froze, turning into clear ice crystals on the ground.
"Roland, you..."
Elf Sylph bit her lip, her eyelashes trembling lightly.
In an instant, countless mories surfaced, the years of the Third Era slowly turning like a yellowing scroll.
She closed her eyes, holding Roland, spinning her body like a butterfly, and sat down together.
Under the skirt, a pair of perfect jade feet slowly slipped out, snuggling into Roland’s embrace.
The skin of her jade feet was sowhat different from her corpse-like white body.
The jade feet, though fair, appeared more like those of a living person.
Beneath the fair skin, veins were faintly visible, and the tender toes were round and full, releasing the exotic fragrance of myriad flowers collected from the Flower Sea at the tips, like clouds and mist.
Even if one is not a foot fetishist, seeing such a perfect work of art makes it hard to resist the urge to lick.
Fortunately, Roland was unconscious, so Elf Sylph needn’t worry about her most delicate and sensitive parts being sent into Roland’s mouth for play.
The warmth spread as the soles touched his palm.
Like a drowning person grasping a final straw, Roland instinctively held on to the only warmth in the icy world.
He clutched this fla tightly, stuffing it into his embrace.
Elf Sylph’s soul trembled.
She opened her mouth, unable to make any sound, her entire body uncontrollably limp, like a snake with its backbone removed, futilely writhing.
Tears swirled in her eyes, her pearly teeth biting her crimson lips, her bloodless face flushed bright red, and she couldn’t escape Roland’s iron grip, only persist with clenched teeth.
The searing heat from the tips of her feet brought Roland the only warmth amid the extre cold, preventing his body and soul from freezing completely.
As he struggled desperately against the cold, Angelina outside the Ice Barrier was continuously channeling energy to restore the Ice Crystal Blue Ring.
She could clearly feel the Ice Crystal Blue Ring recovering at a faster pace.
She could even sense that she grew stronger through this ring’s restoration.
As long as she had ti to recover energy, even if Lisa descended, she would have the strength for a fight.
She couldn’t help but tear up with joy.
This was her effort, and even more so, the Empress’s blessing.
Without the Empress’s favor, she might have spent her life as a choir mber at so church school.
Though singing hymns in a choir to praise the Goddess wasn’t necessarily bad, clearly following the Empress promised a more illustrious future.
Everything she had was given by the Empress, and she wouldn’t mind being crushed to dust for the Empress.
Her peripheral vision glanced at the Ice Barrier.
Roland was an excellent enemy, superior to her in both strength and intelligence, possessing even so knightly deanor; she willingly acknowledged Roland was stronger than she.
But unfortunately, he was the Empress’s enemy.
Standing against the Empress ant dying with dignity was already a kind of happiness.
Angelina walked towards the Ice Barrier, extending her hands, donning bear-skin gloves with strong cold resistance.
If she couldn’t break the Ice Barrier, she’d haul it back as a trophy.
As her hands touched the icy wall, the "dead" Roland suddenly opened his eyes, showing a sunny, brilliant smile.
Though he was still in the ice wall and maintained his frozen posture, Angelina’s heart suddenly sank.
He wasn’t dead yet?!
How could this be!
No one could withstand the Empress’s attack, even at one-tenth strength!
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, Roland’s scepter shattered the Ice Barrier, accurately hovering above Angelina’s head.
"You lost."
Roland said lightly.
He hadn’t lost to Angelina, but was nearly crushed by Sofia’s random attack.
Without Elf Sylph’s help, he couldn’t even wake up.
His peripheral vision glanced at the Ice Crystal Blue Ring in Angelina’s hand, suddenly realizing.
Angelina’s attempt to restore this ring absorbed a lot of Extre Cold Energy, which granted him the chance to escape from death.
He vaguely touched upon Sofia’s true strength.
Powerful, but not invincible.
In the past, Sofia seed godlike before peers of the sa level.
Now, she finally revealed her Energy Bar.
Suffocating data, but no longer an invincible health lock.
Roland wanted to laugh at himself.
He beca the first person to survive Sofia’s attack.
Even if it was only one-tenth of the power.
This shaful event had beco sothing to boast and pride over, truly ridiculous.
Roland didn’t even feel like harshly taunting Angelina.
But from Angelina’s perspective, the whole world had collapsed.
The invincible Empress couldn’t even kill a sa-level enemy with aftershocks?
She even forgot to make so symbolic struggle.
Only when Roland casually took the ring from her hand did she react.
"That’s the Empress’s bestowed ring!"
"Now it’s mine." Roland finally smiled.
The joy between people never connects, most tis built upon others’ suffering.
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