On the sea in the north of Northern Europe.

A man in black armor and a black helmet riding a dragon stands on the saddle of the dragon.

The black cloak was like the banner of the Winter Monarch in the howling cold wind.

The man said coldly, "Skaty, if you disobey my will again, I will consider changing the machine spirit." ”

"You've sealed me in an artifact and want me to submit to you?" Skati's voice was angry and cold, "I'm a god, and you're just a witcher!"

"It's almost the same as replacing the word dignified with a mediocre one. ”

Leon's voice was equally cold and even more aggressive: "You should know what kind of power I have, and there is no shame in succumbing to me. ”

This kind of dialogue is very much like a brothel owner forcing Liang Liang to become a prostitute, and people can't help but feel sympathy for the female voice.

The female voice fell silent, a silent protest.

But Leon did not sympathize with the weakness of the voice's master, but continued: "This is the only mercy I have left for you, I have not deceived you, I have not broken the contract, and I have not owed you anything from beginning to end. If you continue to be willful, I will send you an eternal sleep—just like your eternal silence of the north wind. ”

Scati scoffed, "You think I'm going to be afraid of death?"

"Scati won't, but you will. ”

Scati was finally silent.

She is part of Scati, the goddess of winter and mountains among the Norse gods of yesteryear, but she is not the real Scati.

She has a divine nature, but she also has a human nature.

She longs to perpetuate her existence, so she takes a huge risk to devour the demon's soul so that her remnants of attachment to divinity will not die.

The moment she proposed the deal, Leon had already seen through the essence of this seemingly indifferent and ruthless winter goddess.

Leon's voice sounded again: "This is your last chance, and when I am strong enough to not need this helmet, I will set you free and promise to give you shelter." ”

"You know how quickly I've improved, it's not going to be a long time coming. ”

"Originally, even if I set you free, you would have nowhere to go. Stop basking in the glory of the gods of yesteryear, Ragnarok has long since passed a thousand years, and today, the name of the god king of Odin is still silent, not to mention that you are only an insignificant marginal member of the Norse god system. ”

Leon's painstaking persuasion sounded more like an extremely blatant mockery.

He took the last vestiges of the goddess's arrogance and reserve, and mercilessly stepped into the dust and crushed it into mud.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Hmm. ”

The voice over there was still cold, but there was a clear hint of shame in it.

Leon scoffed, "What does 'um' mean?"

She lowered her voice and said a little awkwardly, "I agreed." ”

Li Ang said expressionlessly: "The voice is too small, I didn't hear it." ”

"I said yes!"

Scati raised her voice, implicitly angry, this was a conversation that happened in the soul, there was no difference between high and low voices - Leon was simply teasing her!

Teasing a winter goddess who is known for her cold temperament!

"It's not like speaking to the lord. ”

Li Ang said noncommittally: "What I need is your forbidden-like cooperation, if you can't do it, even if I sacrifice some of the power of the Helm of Domination, I would rather take charge myself." ”

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"I'm sorry, I'll do it. ”

Scati's voice became lower, but what difference did that make to Leon?

He could still hear it clearly, and he could even imagine Scati's flushed face through his voice.

The corners of Leon's mouth finally curled, and he said with a hint of a victorious smile, "Very well, I accept your apology, Ms. Scati." ”

"I hope that in the future, we will all have tacit cooperation like comrades-in-arms who are connected by blood. I promise that you will accompany me in slaying countless demons, including the lords and lords who rule the abyss, and the demons who have knocked you down the throne, will be silent forever. ”

Scati listened silently to the man's unashamed promises, but a hunch swelled up in his mind—an intuition that the man could accomplish such a great thing.

But can he really do what even the gods can't?

With a burst of air, Rhaegar swooped down again, slicing across the sea.

The northern part of Northern Europe is the territory where the Winter Dragons once lived, and it is here that Regana's recovering consciousness can feel familiar and familiar.

Instinct prompted it to swoop again and again, and in essence, this is what winter dragons often do when they hunt, and the eagle has long been in its blood.

But this time, as Rhaegar swooped down, three thick tentacles full of brachiopods and barnacles suddenly stretched out from the depths of the sea.

They bound the dragon like lightning and pulled it into the depths, and more tentacles pierced the surface and stretched out.

In the face of this sudden attack, Li Ang's face did not change at all, he just spit out one word in a flat tone: "Frozen!"

On the black iron helmet above his head, the fragments of the godhead bloomed with a dazzling white light.

Leon's will was magnified exponentially through this magnificent gem, and the majestic spiritual power swept out, letting out a silent roar of terror.

A large area of winter fog centered on Leon spread out in an instant, enveloping the entire sea.

The picture changes as quickly as a thunderbolt, as if the Creator accidentally pressed the pause button, and everything came to an abrupt halt.

The extended tentacles, the ripples, and the splashing droplets of water, all of them froze in an instant, turning into crystal clear ice sculptures.

On top of the sea, a huge ice cap like a floating island was cast in an instant.

As the sea swayed, a lifelike giant octopus sculpture was stuck in the ice cap, slowly swaying along with the ice cap.

Rhaegar broke off the frozen tentacles and climbed into the air in a rage, intending to destroy the sea beast that had offended his majesty with a dragon's breath.

The man standing behind him finally spoke again, still in a short syllable: "Buried!"

He stretched out a hand, and as the words fell, he clenched it as hard as if he were holding the vein of fate.

In an instant, this lifelike giant octopus ice sculpture resembled a fine piece of porcelain smashed to the ground, shattering into countless fist-sized pieces and floating on the surface of the sea.

"Good fit, Ms. Scati. ”

Leon did not hesitate to praise the winter goddess, and she accepted it awkwardly.

"Sense...... Thank you for the compliment. ”

Li Ang bowed slightly, and while he was in a happy mood, he couldn't help but reprimand loudly: "Rhaegar, you are really an idiot, you can fly and were almost caught by swimming in the sea, and you have lost the face of the frost dragon." ”

Rhaegar let out a whimpering wail, as if apologizing.