Chen Senran once felt that one of the stupidest things in this world was to shout when you encountered those problems in your life that you couldn't stop and couldn't solve.

Chen Senran has seen countless people shouting under his gun, calling Mother, Allah, God, Rulai Buddha, in the past he felt that it was too weak, in Chen Senran's world, if someone pointed a gun at his head, he would definitely cut off that person's hand.

But when the footprints on the ground began to scatter, when the face of the frost-covered Demacian appeared before him, he sensed that he might indeed lose something in an instant, in a moment when he didn't know what to do, like those who lost their lives at the moment of shouting.

He suddenly began to understand a little bit of the people who had been shouting at his gunpoint, he wasn't really better than them, it's just that he hadn't met the real thing he cared about enough.

At this moment, now, he really didn't dare and couldn't overlap little Annie's face with those damn frosts, he was really afraid of losing.

So he started shouting desperately, and he stood at the mouth of the damn hole, shouting Anne's name all over the place, shouting so that the whole world trembled, but just, no, any, in response.

So he was ready to move on to the second thing he had thought was stupid enough, and that was to run, running aimlessly like those who had been desperately trying to avoid their pursuers, which had been another synonym for weakness in his dictionary, and he had always been in control.

But tonight he kept running, and once again he felt his weakness.

Out of the long, deep corridor like an ancient tomb, there was a square, a square covered with snow.

Chen Senran lit the little fire on his fingertips again, and the firelight illuminated the sky and the earth.

The snow was still falling in the sky, and the footprints on the ground, though messy, still spread in a straight line through the snow, and in the distance were the remnants of perhaps mighty statues from hundreds of years ago that were covered in snow.

He watched for a moment, concentrating the energy of the flames into his eyes so that he could see the footprints on the ground as he ran.

Then he started running.

He had been running for a long time, and the square seemed to be boundlessly large, and countless hideous silhouettes whizzed by his side in the dark night.

The night was deep, the wind and snow were constant, and he felt like he was running in an ancient cemetery that had been sleeping for countless years.

Just as he tried to call little Anne's name again with the loudest voice, he stopped, so abruptly, that he had found a second person.

No, it should be an ice sculpture.

The firelight lit up again on Chen Senran's fingertips, and it was a face completely covered in frost, just like the original person.

Chen Senran waved his hand without saying a word, wanting to extinguish the little fire in his hand and continue running, but the corner of his eye swept to a little outline farther away.

"It's starting to get closer." The person who spoke was Lao Du, who had been silently following behind Chen Senran, but at this time he pointed to the shadows and darkness farther away.

Chen Senran nodded, holding the flame in his hand and began to continue walking, and the ice sculptures that appeared increased one after another, and many of them fell side by side.

That is, large forces are nearby.

The corners of Chen Senran's eyes jumped, and while he was checking, he was extremely afraid that little Annie's little face would appear in his field of vision.

In the blink of an eye, the number of people has increased to a total of more than 500 people, and Chen Senran has not found any trace of Little Annie.

This made him clench his fists involuntarily, although little Anne may be fine for the time being, but obviously, the deeper he goes, the more dangerous it will be.

Another point is, in what form is that curse applied to people, so far, he has not seen anyone who can speak, the first one he saw before, I am afraid that the situation is the best, he probably went back and wanted to report to Chen Senran, but it is a pity that he did not last to the bottom. Judging from that person's situation, this curse should first disintegrate the person's consciousness with a spiritual attack, and finally freeze the whole person with an incredible materialized energy.

Chen Senran felt a little bit of the domineering of that energy before, which almost suffocated him.

Thankfully, he hasn't felt any discomfort so far.

The number of ice sculptures came to an end, and the remaining 400 or so were not here.

They went further in.

Inside......

Chen Senran raised the little fire on the tip of his finger, and in the distance, there was a large silhouette that looked like a giant statue, and behind that silhouette was a deep shadow like the sea, and that statue was most likely the statue of the Frost Queen, and that shadow should be the palace structure of the main body.

The wind blew tighter, swaying the little fire on the tips of Chen Senran's fingers.

"Did you hear that?" Lao Du suddenly asked.

Chen Senran frowned, carefully discerning the possible abnormalities in the raging wind.

Then he heard...... The sound of gold and iron clashing.

The sound caused his pupils to constrict, as it meant that someone was at war with the Demacians.

The attackers who were able to show up here...... Is it the Queen's Ghost Guard, or the Queen herself?

Chen Senran couldn't think about it so much, in the flash of light, he had already extinguished the flame on the tip of his fingers, and the flame energy was fully opened, rushing towards the place that might have infinite terror like a bolt of lightning.

The seemingly distant distance, under Chen Senran's all-out sprint, was almost in front of him in a breath, and the sound of the clash of gold and iron had clearly sounded in his ears.

The dark night vision cultivated by years of killer career also allowed Chen Senran to roughly see the situation on the field.

The Frost Queen's curse had spread here, and there were about dozens of ice sculptures scattered on the ground, and more were Demacian soldiers who had not yet fallen while fighting with swords.

The enemies they were fighting with could not be seen clearly because of the darkness, and they could only roughly distinguish from their silhouettes that they were also humanoid creatures.

But these are not the focus of Chen Senran's attention at the moment, his eyes are constantly looking in the chaotic crowd, he just wants to see little Annie, he believes that as long as the tiniest silhouette, even as long as it is a gentle breath, he can recognize it.

It's just a pity that Chen Senran couldn't find the petite figure after looking for three laps.

He suspected that his instincts were wrong, and he wanted to shout, but was discovered first by the alert Demacians, who were fighting those unknown enemies while shouting in the direction of Chen Senran: "Who? ”

Someone had already pointed the long sword in his hand at Chen Senran's face, and that sharp killing intent made Chen Senran have to light up the little fire on his fingertips, he looked at the Demacians who were still fighting and said, "It's me." ”

When the fire was lit up, Chen Senran subconsciously looked around again, no, without her.

There is no little Annie.

Yes, just the razor-sharp faces of the Demacians and the faces of the enemies with whom their swords intersected.

No, it seems to be faceless.

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This chapter has been completely revamped and somewhat satisfied.