Across the endless ice field, through the fierce snow that always permeated this frozen land, Luo could not see the ancient temple in the depths of the ice field, let alone hear the weak voice coming from the temple.

Luo didn't seem to have any more energy to care about what was happening in the depths of the ice field now, his brow had already furrowed slightly, and he had already stared down at the intact amethyst skull in his hand for a long time.

So long that he could even hear the harsh, high-pitched "swish" of the narrow blades outside the tent as they cut through the hard ice, a bit like the sound of a mutant wolf in the wilderness munching on a carrion.

Yes, Lo was not able to crush the amethyst skull in the end, and even after Lo had completely reduced his palm to sharp serrations, he still couldn't scrape the slightest crumb off its crystal clear smooth surface.

Its hardness surpassed anything Lo had ever seen, and even beyond the limits of Lo's imagination.

Can't be destroyed?

Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, there was not much time left for him, he had to completely deal with the hot potato in his hand before the ghost leech under the ice broke through the ice.

Instinct still showed no signs of awakening, and Lo himself could not destroy it. If he continued to consume like this, Luo might only be forced to flee the ice field in embarrassment on the first day he stepped into the ice field, and fled back into the wilderness.

It must be destroyed! Only by destroying it completely can those ghost ice leeches that follow them completely disperse! Unless this amethyst head is exposed to the radiant sunlight of the wilderness, or buried in the rough sand of the wilderness, there is absolutely no escape from the terrifying smell of the ghost ice leech!

Well?

The wilderness of those rayed sunlight!

Lowe thought of a solution.

Maybe you don't need to destroy it, you just need to expose it to radiant sunlight and isolate it from the ghost ice leech's ubiquitous sense of smell.

Law thought of the sack of the wilderness gravel outside the tent, of the pinprick-like stinging sensation that came from above the gravel, of the radiation of the wilderness, and of the radiant sunlight of the wilderness.

They seem to be terrified of radiation from the wilderness! Well, it is only necessary to put this thing in the radiation, in the light of radiation that their sense of smell does not dare to touch!

The sky of the ice field is different from the wilderness, and the sky here is always covered with thick, perennial clouds, and the snow flakes that never stop completely extinguishing the sun's desire to peek into the ice field.

Luo didn't seem to need the sunlight from the wheezing sun, there was a terrifying presence in his own body that was emitting endless radiant light all the time!

In the abandoned nuclear power plant above the wilderness, in order to force instinct to produce antitoxin immunity that does not occupy blank gene sequences, Luo once swallowed a piece of ore, the king of radiation, radium, which emits endless blue light!

The radium ore, the size of a fist, crushed and devoured by Luo's cells, emitted another sun that emitted intense radiation all the time.

Since you can't destroy it, then you will sleep forever under the light of endless radiation.

Thinking of a solution, the rest of the matter is much simpler.

For Luo, who was enough to swallow a large piece of roast meat raw, it was not difficult to swallow the amethyst head the size of a baby's fist.

The cells in Luo's body were running at high speed again, but this time they were not ordered to crush and devour, but to wrap! With a choice, Lowe didn't mind keeping the spooky skull intact.

The flattened cells twist and deform rapidly, eventually becoming thin, flattened, like long and narrow willow leaves.

The entire amethyst skull was wrapped in a thin and flexible flesh membrane in Luo's stomach, and was dragged into the flesh wall little by little as the flesh membrane peristalsis and contracted.

As the amethyst head gradually disappeared into the flesh wall that faintly emitted a blue luster, the blue glimmer finally began to spread rapidly towards the amethyst head that was forcibly bound in Luo's body.

The wind was still howling wildly outside the tent, but there was no trace of reddish-brown sand on the blue-black ice outside the tent.

Such large-scale gatherings of ghost ice leeches are extremely rare, especially in the outer areas of the ice field, and no supply camp has ever been attacked by such a large number of people, and it is understandable that there is a lack of wilderness gravel reserves.

The huge dark cloud under the ice had not yet dispersed, but it began to spread and spread wildly in all directions, as if searching for something, and as if wailing in despair.

Lowe's figure finally appeared on the ice outside the tent.

The ghost leeches didn't make it out of the ice in the end, and no one including Steven was harmed, but the high-level abilities of Zarik were already completely exhausted and paralyzed on the ice, like the newlywed boys who didn't catch the last train in the old days.

"Lo, they seem to have receded, we ......"

"Wait a minute!"

Steven stared at the fading clouds beneath the ice, slowly let out a cloudy breath, turned his head to look at his companion who was already standing beside him, and was about to say something, but was softly interrupted by Luo.

Lowe's gaze swept over everyone present, and finally walked towards Zarik, who was still holding a narrow saber and staring at the ice with a wary expression.

"Lord Zarik, can I borrow your knife?"

Luo's words were very polite, but his voice was full of thick coldness.

Zarik looked up and looked at Lowe, his face finally showing anger, the great anger that arose from the insult to his dignity.

In Zarik's creed, the knife in his hand can be used for only two purposes.

Chop off your enemies' heads, or slice open your own belly!

Lend out the knife? Or is it on a battlefield that is not yet completely over? This is a sign of cowardice, and it is something he absolutely cannot tolerate.

But he ended up obediently handing his knife into Luo's hands.

Because this is a new era of damned faith, those who share the same creed as him have long been buried in the ruins of the old era, and he must first live before he can have a chance to continue to uphold the creed.

Lowe wasn't trying to humiliate Zarik, he needed the knife, not because it was sharp or beautiful, but simply because it was long enough.

"Steven, I've heard that the students who have been led by Instructor Camilla like to use their fists hard enough, I wonder if your fists are hard enough? Old man. ”

Lowe turned his gaze to Steven and swung his fist at Steven.

"Huh? Are you trying to see if my fists are hard enough? Ha ha! I like it, beating up your own head should be a crazy thing, and Your Excellency Heidi will definitely like it! ”

Steven was a little surprised by Lowe's words, but it didn't affect his mood. Although Luo already had a knife in his hand, he still planned to use his fist to fight Luo for a while.

Beat up the head of the regiment with a sharp blade in his bare hands, well! It's crazy! Lord Heidi absolutely loved it!

Luo's face showed a slight embarrassment, and he felt as if he had overestimated the IQ of this partner. In other words, the tacit understanding between the two still needs to continue to run in.

If it was Panis, or Styx, she had definitely guessed what she wanted to do next when she asked for a weapon like Zarik.

Tacit understanding, but it is a necessary condition for survival, especially on this ice field where the team's cooperation is above all else.