At this very mont.
The infinite blizzard sweeping through Winter abruptly cald.
Thus, in the entire Duchy of Winter, anyone who lifted their heads could witness the sky-reaching radiance.
Nearly everyone stopped their work, halted their conversations, and looked in that direction.
Initially only about seven or eight ters in diater, it surged outward like a tide upon touching the ground. The cracked earth healed, the dry and frost-ridden bushes sprouted anew, and all things began to breathe life once again.
It was as if the earth’s veins were reactivated.
Outside the small barrier, the wilderness sealed by heavy snow was reborn. Visibly, the snowfall throughout the Duchy of Winter was gradually decreasing.
However, the extre cold that should appear when the snow lts did not occur; instead, the air beca warr as the snow lted.
——Or rather.
It wasn’t so much that the snow was instantly lted by the light, but rather that the cold was drawn into the ground by so other force as the light appeared.
The one absorbing this decades-old cold was none other than Annan—
As the blizzard subsided, the celestial light gradually dimd.
When Annan reappeared, he had completely rged with the exalted facade behind him.
It was a twelve-ter-tall giant of light.
This giant had no hands, no fingers:
His left arm from the forearm, transford into a transparent tower shield like white crystal; his right arm from the forearm beca a cross-shaped sword of diamond. This diamond, with its many facets, refracted the dazzling white light into a rainbow-colored strange brilliance.
He was clad in dragon scale armor made of pure glacial ice.
It was an indestructible thick scale armor ford by all the cold, dead air, and grudges accumulated throughout the winter in the Duchy of Winter. It encompassed not only the environntal chill but also the indifferent, numb, and alienated hearts of people.
Even now, it continuously emitted pure white cold air.
It was the pure glacial ice that blocked all light and heat—
But precisely because of this, it beca Annan’s best defense.
As it confined all the radiance within the giant’s body, just like countless mirrors made of ice, continuously refracting and intensifying this brilliance internally.
Annan’s originally slightly sharp seven pairs of light wings behind him beca ethereal—or rather, extraordinarily bright.
Seven completely different colors blended together, forming a dazzling rainbow light. It was as if the particle effects were set to maximum...
It’s more accurate to describe them as "wings" rather than jets of light from an engine.
It reminded one of the light wings of Gundam Freedom.
The shield, which was originally missing a piece, was now filled—a liquid white fire overflowed from the hollow in the middle like a gushing spring, appearing like flowing liquid nitrogen.
Filled within was the "Heart of Justice"!
And the previously blank face of the exalted facade now took on Annan’s appearance.
Annan’s pure white waist-length hair moved without wind, fluttering in mid-air. It even looked not like hair, but so sort of fiber... or rather, like an optical fiber material.
In front of Annan, even the massive "Unborn Butterfly" seed to beco tiny!
But the "Unborn Butterfly", looking like it had erged halfway from its chrysalis with half still remaining inside, fearlessly launched an attack on Annan!
The first wave of attack ca from those "Phoenix Butterflies" floating in the air.
A total of fourteen people.
They should be the "Light Butterflies" hatched from "Death Chrysalises", using filled corpses as their driving force—
"Dull. Cruel. Rejecting. Unmoved. Ugly..."
"Justice and virtue are errors, the ignorant light praises the sins of all things..."
"There were three Ladies of Sorrow, and three Furies too..."
They elegantly flew in the air, chanting different Spells.
Inauspicious black and red chains released from eight of them bound Annan, making it appear as though he was firmly fixed in the air by a web;
The bright afternoon sky suddenly lost all its light, turning into a deep night in the blink of an eye; dark flas surged up from under Annan’s feet, licking the light on his body;
Another group, one man and three won, ford a tetrahedron floating beside Annan. A transparent tetrahedral barrier enveloped the surrounding world. As they all sang a mysterious and ancient song together, Annan’s existence began to slowly disintegrate, with visible cracks erging on the dragon scale armor... but it wasn’t being smashed; rather, it was gradually turning into nothingness.
——This was a total of fourteen Golden-rank Idol School Spell attacks!
And all of them were Spells specifically targeting Annan!
Just at this mont.
The "Unborn Butterfly" let out a cry like that of a baby.
His cries spread across the sky.
The people of the Winter Duchy could vaguely hear the crying—even the grand barrier was shaken.
That was the purest form of Elental Power.
Intangible, insubstantial, indefensible.
It sounded not even like an elent that could be used to attack others...
—Its na was, "Genesis".
Countless light-borne The Worms drilled out from beneath Annan’s scales, attempting to burrow into Annan’s body like parasites.
Thereupon, Annan did not hesitate.
He directly shattered the dragon scale armor—
He discarded all the cold stored for decades in Winter, which the exalted replica had just absorbed.
The curse that froze and starved countless creatures, decades of deep cold, the never-ending blizzard, at this mont compressed to the limit, turned into physical form.
The black-red chains broke, the black fire extinguished, those newly born Worms were frozen and shattered in the blink of an eye.
Where this pure white blizzard passed, silence followed.
The surrounding "lvin’s" cocooning, were all covered and subrged by this silent snow.
Even light and sound were frozen... This decades-old blizzard, indeed ca from Grandmother’s sanctum—extracting the power seen as the "secret of Winter", the Genesis might.
Since the blizzard also froze the light, it couldn’t be seen by conventional ans. If it were a living Gold tier, they would naturally open their sensing domain... but inanimate objects cannot sense.
They are all false entities granted life by the elental power of "Genesis" of the "Unborn Butterfly"!
Therefore, by the ti they detected the blizzard, they were already overwheld and frozen by it.
The "Phoenix Butterfly People" couldn’t dodge in ti, instantly overwheld, frozen, cracked, and shattered by the cold white current.
The "Unborn Butterfly" sensed sothing wrong first.
It curled up, its butterfly-wing-like "hands" closing together, re-wrapping it in a cocoon-like form, and began to proliferate madly.
That was the correct way to use the "Genesis" elental power.
No materials needed, nor is a comprehension of the process necessary—the Book of Creation itself.
Given this elent to a normal person... he could create countless species, even forge a new world!
But "lvin", at best, was just a vengeful spirit, an animated curse.
Only if the speed of regeneration could keep up with the rate of destruction, it could be considered unhurt—
As the cold from the eternal winter continued to spread, even the night sky itself froze.
Right before the cold current stopped, a light flashed through the blizzard.
Annan had already appeared on the other side of the "hand" of the butterfly cocoon, raising his arm transford into a sword blade.
But that was rely an afterimage, or perhaps an illusion...
Because in the blink of an eye, Annan appeared at another corner, maintaining another pose.
First one, then two... and then suddenly they began to increase wildly, creating hundreds of Annans in the blink of an eye.
The initial afterimages continuously shattered, while new afterimages ford around the cocoon, nurous afterimages appearing and extinguishing in the blizzard.
When Annan finally stopped "splitting", the blizzard also finally ceased.
An extrely brilliant radiance burst forth from that cocoon—
A light to dissolve everything, turning the "Unborn Butterfly" into scattered dust.
It was the elent of "Strictness" and "Victory" transford to one hundred percent by the "Omnipotent" —
That was the "Strictness" to prevent regeneration, and the "Victory" to sever immortality!
But even so, it was not enough to truly kill the "Unborn Butterfly".
Because its essence was rely "desire".
But, that mattered not.
"Then let you, along with these centuries of sorrowful wishes be extinguished together..."
On the now completely empty and frost-covered ground, as the whisper fell: "You, along with this cursed land—"
Annan knelt on the ground, firmly and slowly stabbing the earth with his arm transford into a diamond sword blade.
"Be dissolved together."
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