Arena, Iron Throne.

Modrian looked calm when he looked down at Bertram who was trapped in fear.

This is a game hidden in the dark!

From the mission of the Ailanfalu Empire entering the Renwall Mountains, this silent game has begun, and until the banquet tonight, the climax quietly came.

How can you allow others to snore at the bed?

Just as Modrian once did, clear and explore the Remwall Mountains.

The Ailan Faluo Empire made the same choice, test the Valoran leader and tried to unearth the secrets hidden behind it.

"Ailan Faluo Empire, Ice and Snow Temple!"

Long before the mission arrived, Modrian and Svein talked countless times, conjecturing and analyzing the meaning of the mission arrival and the possibility of unexpected situations.

legend?

The Valoran leader has just experienced a war and has a high-profile killing of the god of the lizardman Samu Anya. Why did the Ailanfalu Empire send a delegation headed by the legendary priest?

Despise Valoran?

Modrian shook his head gently, and he felt that he would not, the main material plane, and under the circumstances where many gods sit high in the starry sea, he did not think other forces would have such ideas.

A fresh and deadly example happened not long ago.

But speaking of this, Modrian once thought that the key to this game would be Feilan, whose status is not low, and his cooperation with Valoran Leader, no matter how he thought about it, it would be this guy.

But judging from the current situation.

Those who are fear-pulled and blessed by God are the real chess pieces.

A legendary powerful man with a "arrogant" and a temple priest who believes in pureness give up like this? It is indeed one of the most powerful forces in the Kaladimos continent.

"Hmm? God's kindness?"

The sudden energy fluctuation attracted Modrian's attention and he looked at Bertram, who was deeply trapped in fear.

Legend is not enough.

In the face of fear, Bertram needs to rely on the power that can truly resist fear.

In the palace hall, the azure blue light spreads like a halo, and the extreme coldness is centered on Bertram, freezing through the steps, condensing layers of clear frost.

......

......

"Fear...death!"

Bertram stood there, with endless black mist filling his soul, like a living creature, corroding and invading everything that invaded him.

The surging blue divine power was completely unable to resist the black fog. The divine power he could mobilize slowly dissipated, and the transparent soul he maintained was gradually exposed to the black fog.

"Goddess of Ice and Snow Storm, please give strength to protect your believers!"

"I am the most loyal and determined believer!"

"I...never fear death!"

Betram, who was deeply trapped in darkness, chanted prayers and blessings loudly. The originally trembling soul suddenly calmed down, and a touch of blue light gathered beside him, turning into the last barrier.

"God?"

The black fog boiled, and the hoarse and dry sound echoed, causing the azure light to shake violently.

“Great food!”

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A hazy black shadow flashed, and endless black mist slammed into it. In just a moment, the ice-blue barrier was shattered like glass.

Faced with the upcoming fate, Bertram opened his eyes, and could not see any fear in his fanatical pupils, and he looked directly at the black fog coming from the surface.

Before he went on his mission, he had listened to the oracle, and that was his most glorious moment.

"Die? No, I will return to the kingdom of God and accompany my God forever!"

Perhaps it was Bertram's deceased ambition, perhaps it was Valoran's strength, or perhaps it was the voice of the gods who were reluctant to let go of a worldly voice!

Just the moment when the black fog came.

The dazzling divine light suddenly bloomed, spreading from the depths of the soul, dispelling the black fog and covering the body.

Accompanied by endless majesty, the coming cold winter frost, and a huge illusion standing in the sky of the palace.

.........

God of Winter Abigail!

In the Iron Throne, Modrian smiled and stood up calmly, looking at the hazy phantom floating in the air: "This is the real script, the previous Ailan Faluo Empire delegation was just a cover-up!"

The strength shown by Valoran is far beyond the measure of a legendary mission. It is worthy of all forces to treat it seriously, including many temples and the gods behind it.

The Kingdom of God on Earth?

The power of Valoran's current leadership is no exaggeration!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The illusory hazy phantom became increasingly solid with the help of Bertram's body and the faith of the group.

After a moment, a beautiful woman in armor appeared in the palace hall of the arena, and an invisible power came and enveloped everyone.

The long ice-blue hair was woven into braids and spread behind her back. Her eyes were as bright as stars, deep and quiet as she looked at her. Whenever she looked, a bitter cold suddenly came.

The most eye-catching thing is that the huge nail hammer carried behind it, the mysterious patterns of the aoan are engraved on the surface, the sharp iron nails faintly penetrate the space, and the subtle black cracks surround the nail hammer.

Rumor has it that the god of winter, Abigail, is an elf born in the snow and ice.

He is deeply trusted by the goddess of Ice and Storm, and he is in charge of the two clergy of [Winter] and [Guardian].

"Medium divine power!"

Modrian smiled and looked at Abigail with a serious expression. He did not expect that the existence behind the mission would be a god of medium divine power, which was somewhat unexpected, but fortunately, only a will came.

......

"The power of the storm?"

As soon as the god of winter arrived, Abigail felt the familiar power over the palace.

The cold winter that spreads out and spreads is blocked by a hurricane and stops within a space of ten meters. Compared with the surrounding environment, it is like two worlds.

One is covered with frost, the other is deep and quiet.

"The priesthood is fought for, and the prophecy of my Lord falls on Valoran's leader."

Abigail raised his brows and looked at Modrian who had stood up and said softly: "Have you seen His Highness Modrian!"

A sharp and crisp voice came out. Abigail did not have any attitude problems because of the strength of Modrian's high-level legend. Regardless of the strength of Valoran, the two people in front of Modrian had to treat her solemnly.

Panson and Sviin!

She felt an inexplicable threat from these two mortals. This was not a targetless approach, but a premonition of the innate ice and snow elves.

As one of the most noble people in the Ice and Snow Temple, the god of Winter, Abigail, did not care about the fall of Samuel Anya.

If it weren't for the shadow of the bottomless abyss behind the Beshilik Kingdom and the Lizardman Temple, the Ailan Faluo Empire would have long been able to defeat the Lizardman Legion and destroy those hard-skinned and cold-blooded creatures.

The purpose of Abigail's trip was to conspire with the evil god Tobias.

According to the Imperial Military Intelligence Service's spies, they had sensed the breath of the evil god of conspiracy in the Laxtak Fortress, but they finally disappeared after layers of black fog.

Until not long ago, the goddess of Ice and Snow Storm learned from the secret news channels of the bottomless abyss.

Tobias, the god of conspiracy and evil, is suspected to have fallen!

In the 32nd floor of the abyss: the temple of evil conspiracy in the abyss of sin is left with only broken walls and ruins, surrounded by traces of divine power, telling the fierce battle.

And where Tobias finally appeared...

It was the Lakstuck Fortress led by Valoran.

"I have seen Abigail's crown, Valoran welcomes the arrival of the crown." Modrian replied, looking around, the realm of gods descended, layer upon layer of frost dancing, covering the palace, as if he was in a different space.

.........

No one knows what they are talking about except Modrian and others and the god of Winter Abigail.

Even though the members of the Ailan Faluo Empire were in the realm of gods, they lost their perception of the outside world, their vision was filled with hazy and illusory scenes, and the sound of hurricanes whistling in their ears, and the touch was minimized.

If it weren't for the biting cold and the cold color, they seemed to be trapped in a cage of darkness.

The occasionally moving pupils saw Modrian who was talking to Abigail, the god of winter, and they had no idea what they knew about it.

The consciousness is stiff and the soul is slow.

The passage of time is unknown at all, and they are as still as sculptures.

When they realized it, they were already outside the arena, looking at the starry night sky, and complex faces appeared.

A mission, but does not want to become a tool for the empire and temple.

Resentment?

They knew their identity well, and even if this trip was to death, they would not allow them to take a step back, because everything they had was given to the empire and the temple.

Looking back at the arena that was still brightly lit behind it, the members of the group were envious.

Talk to the gods equally!

The pictures seen in the palace tonight are completely imprinted in their minds and will never be forgotten for life.

Tat! Tat!

As footsteps began, Bertram took the lead in walking towards the carriage on the corner of the street, and his arrogance and arrogance disappeared from his face, and now there was only piety and heat.
Chapter completed!