The snow stopped inexplicably. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In an instant, the heavy snow that was still falling suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The snow that had fallen a moment ago had just fallen to the ground.

It's really, too treacherous.

If an incomparably tall and terrifying mutant creature suddenly rushed out of the heavy snow at this time, no one would think it was anything.

At best, it's a tough battle.

But snow.

Snow.

It is the eternal theme of the north wind tundra, and the wind and snow seem to have never stopped since humans discovered this place.

Now that the snow had stopped, everyone seemed unusually panicked.

I always felt like something was going to happen.

In the "Lieutenant Colonel ......" combat channel, someone struggled to say something.

But before he could finish his sentence, suddenly, cold.

One can no longer be described as bone-chilling.

The cold, which seems to freeze the soul, spreads over everyone's heart.

Then, it was the voice of the person who spoke, no, it seemed that even the person who spoke was frozen.

Odysseus wanted to ask, but his mind seemed to slow down in the cold.

He didn't know how long it had taken him to react.

Anyway, when he reacted, the subordinates he brought out outside, everyone, had already turned into ice sculptures.

The cold air had also permeated his body.

Thick frost had covered the surface of his body, and the display of his cockpit was also heavily frosted.

His person is naturally in the omen of being frozen.

He wasn't instantly frozen like his men, probably because his body was made of better material.

But, if nothing else, he will soon become like that.

After all, this is, absolute zero!

"Ha ......" He wanted to struggle, and when he went out in one breath, it turned into frozen frost.

He felt his power dwindling.

Death is quietly approaching.

That's it, is it over?

The last bloodline of the House of Pompeii.

The family that was born in the volcano and finally died in frost is also a disguised irony, right?

He had given up his resistance and allowed his consciousness to be swallowed up.

But just when he was about to go completely to death.

Something, roared.

There's something that's roaring.

It came from a reluctant, angry roar that came from the depths of the soul.

As if to say, how can I fall here!

"Roar !!" tiger roar.

Amazing.

Odysseus, who was already about to die, was awakened by this tiger roar, and he opened his eyes at once.

Gasping for breath.

The air was still cold, but not as deadly as it had been.

He felt his hands and feet regain consciousness, and the frost on his body was receding.

And it all started with, that sound, the tiger's roar.

The tiger's roar came from the core of this magical force under Odysseus's seat, this one, the heart of the body called Lostanette.

Lostanette, Old Central Language, means Tiger's Tooth.

Odysseus's ancestor was one of Charlemagne's generals, and was known as the Tiger of Fire because of his bravery and fierce momentum.

And the spear he used best was called the Tiger's Fang.

According to rumors, Odysseus's little thousand horse, the core hub material is from the tip of the tiger's tooth broken by his ancestor, which gathers all the essence of his ancestor, so he can be promoted from an ordinary magic power weapon to a general's high-level magic power weapon.

Now it seems that this is true.

Just as Odysseus was dying, the indomitable soul of his ancestors saved him, resisted the chill of murder, and made him stand up again.

Feeling the roar of the tiger that filled the entire demonic power armament, Odysseus suddenly grasped the joystick, and he could feel the murderous chill coming from the deeper depths of the ice field.

I don't know what to think, but it is also possible that it was the bravery of his ancestors that influenced him, so that he actually walked towards the core of that murderous chill without stopping.

It's as if I don't think I'm going to die at all.

The wind and snow had stopped, and it wasn't as hard as it was for him to move forward.

The murderous chill was temporarily resisted again, and he walked all the way forward, not knowing how long.

It could be ten minutes, or it could be a long time.

Suddenly, his spirit shook, and he felt like he had arrived in some other world.

When he looked up again, he saw ......

A knife.

A knife, a man.

It was a man dressed in dark clothes, and he held a long knife in the style of the Higashishima arc knife in his hand, and slashed into the sky.

What's in the sky?

There was a patch of snow in the sky.

The slash seemed to be fast, and it seemed to be slow.

It was as if the knife had been slashed before Odysseus came, for a long time.

I don't know when I'll get it.

He knew the man.

His name is Su Junyan.

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Su Junyan sensed that someone was watching him.

The arrival of this person made the snow chopping state, which was originally in an extremely delicate balance, fluctuate a little.

This fluctuation caused all the excess energy generated by the collision between Su Junyan and that snowflake to find a place to pour.

Originally, this knife had a cause and an effect.

Su Junyan slashed out with a knife, and wanted to cut the snowflakes, and the ultimate goal was also the snowflakes.

Now, because of the appearance of that person, the guidance of cause and effect is all rushed to that person.

Su Junyan slashed out, and the final destination would be that person.

The snowflakes will no longer fall on Su Junyan's body, but on that person's body.

That is, that person, will die.

Su Junyan looked at that person.

He recognized the man.

The man's name was Odysseus.

They hadn't seen each other for a long time.

He thought the man was dead.

They don't count as friends.

But he decided to block the blow for him.

Because Su Junyan's knife didn't cut him, he wanted to cut the snow.

So he forcibly took back the knife in his hand, the one that had been cut out.

At the great risk of being counterattacked, the horizontal knife blocked the wanton murderous chill.

The chill falls.

The original dark world has become incomparably pale.

It was not the paleness of light, but the paleness of cold.

It is the coldness, this metaphysical power, that is transformed into a substantial colored power.

This is enough power to easily kill anyone.

Su Junyan, with a knife, was in front of Odysseus.

The frost has passed.

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The first update.

The second update soon. It's late to come back. Feeling so tired (to be continued.) )