Rhaegar walked through the crevices of the glaciers, and even the dragons were small compared to the vast expanse of these snowy peaks.

The wind and clouds in the sky suddenly changed, and the sky was originally clear, but at this moment, it suddenly became gloomy and bleak.

The wind was fierce, and you could faintly see dense arcs of electricity flashing through the clouds like cobwebs, followed by rolling thunder and whistling.

The glacier, which had been silent for an unknown number of years, collapsed during the earthquake, and tons of snow and ice collapsed like a torrent.

"Storm Spirit. ”

Leon remembered the title he had given when the evil god resurrected, and it was clear that this sudden blizzard was his handiwork—he didn't want to leave this snow-covered land.

And Li Ang had to admit that he had underestimated this evil god.

The gods are different from the general high sequence, they tend to have a closer relationship with heaven and earth, just like the mountain gods and earth gods in Eastern mythology, with a home field advantage.

As far as he knew, even a high-level first-order wizard would have a hard time using such a method to influence the celestial phenomena on a large scale.

This evil god is likely to be a true god who is about to condense his godhead and is about to step into the high ranks.

A hint of panic began to emerge in his mind, and he had planned to return to the Kurdeler Tavern to seek Dante's help.

But now it is clear that it is impossible to hit the road again.

The wind howled, mixed with snow particles and ice ballast, so that Li Ang could not open his eyes, and from time to time huge ice blocks fell from the nearby glacier.

Rhaegar struggled to navigate through it, and danger abounded.

Suddenly, Leon felt a sharp pain in his face.

He subconsciously reached out and touched it, and there was a warm liquid dripping down, and it was just a sharp ice pick that had just slashed across his cheek at a rapid speed.

Rhaegar's goal is even bigger, and there are already sharp ice picks piercing its wings, and if it continues like this, even if it is a frost dragon, it may be buried under the iceberg.

It must land!

Leon spotted a relatively flat ground and ordered Rhaegar to land, its wide wings whipping up a gust of wind that blew the snow off the ground, revealing a mirror-smooth layer of hard ice.

The black flame of vengeance rose quickly, and despite the raging wind, it remained unmoved, and soon melted into a large crater that sank into the ground.

Immediately afterward, he transformed the Flame of Vengeance into Resentful Ice, froze the stagnant water, and built a solid ice cap on the top of the pit.

The result is a humble but absolutely sturdy haven that will never stop them even if an avalanche rushes overhead.

The howling of the wind and the rush of avalanches were cut off as the ice cap was topped, and his heart grew more and more worried as he watched as Innell turned pale and bloodless on her face.

He lit a bonfire and untied his coat over her, but she was like a corpse, her body still draining dramatically.

He hugged her tightly, like hugging a piece of ice.

He even took off his shirt and bared his chest, trying to warm her body.

However, her breath was still getting weaker and weaker, and even her breathing rate had slowed down - she was gradually dying.

Obviously, in this soul-level confrontation, Innelli has completely fallen into a disadvantage.

"What should I do?"

Leon was at a loss.

"That's right!"

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he realized that there happened to be a high-order existence next to him.

He took out the statue of the goddess of Scati from dimensional space, and his consciousness drove straight in, violently awakening the remnants of the goddess who had warned him not to disturb easily.

"Goddess Scati, I have something important to ask for your help with!"

His eyes were blazing, with a hint of hope.

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nbsp; "What?"

It took a long time for the tired voice of the goddess Scati to come out, she was so weak that she had been breathing for thousands of years, and this remnant thought was about to dissipate with this wisp of divinity.

Leon said, "I beg you to calm this blizzard. ”

Scati's cold reply quickly rang out: "Sorry, I can't. ”

Li Ang's eyes gradually lost their brilliance, and he couldn't believe it, "You are the goddess of winter, this should be your field of expertise." ”

"I'm not the goddess of winter anymore, the goddess of winter has fallen, I'm just a remnant of her divinity, not even a remnant soul. ”

Scati seemed to be laughing at himself, and he seemed to be laughing at Leon's naivety.

With a last glimmer of hope, he asked, "So... My friend has been invaded by the spirit of an evil god, can you help me get rid of him?"

"I'm sorry, you seem to be overestimating my ability to do this little bit of thought. ”

The voice of the goddess Scati came faintly.

Leon's heart suddenly fell into the abyss.

"Moreover, I advise you to kill her at once, or when she is completely dead, it will be the time when the evil spirit that usurped the throne will rise from her body. ”

Her voice was like winter ice, without the slightest warmth.

"When the time comes, you and I will be devoured by this evil god. ”

...

After Li Ang and the others left, the original candle-lit evil god hall suddenly became gloomy.

A disgusting liquid as black as mud poured out from the cracks in the floor tiles, forming an evil figure that seemed to condense extreme malice and all kinds of negative emotions.

It had pitch-black scales, goat-like hooves, and sinuous horns emerging from the top of its purple-black bald head.

It's a Nasrezm.

It stood in the middle of the main hall with a violent and evil expression.

"Who the hell dares to take my magic sword and rob me of my loot!"

As a well-known black intermediary in the abyss, Nasrezm is the best at demagoguery, corrupting the talented people in the world and falling into the abyss.

And bewitching a god, even if it is a weakened pseudo-god, can still exchange a huge reward for it.

To do this, it even borrowed a magic sword specifically from the lords of allegiance to do so.

Things were going well for a while, until it left today to forage for food in a human town when it suddenly found itself missing contact with the magic sword.

By the time I hurried back, it was a mess.

And the evil god who was corrupted by him actually disappeared at this time, along with the magic sword.

"Damn thief, I am the only one who steals from others, and I dare to steal from Nasrezm's head. ”

"It's a pity, although you have isolated the breath of the magic sword, do you think that I won't be able to find you like this?"

It narrowed its long, eerie eyes, and black streamers flashed through them.

Then, it crouched down in front of the round platform, bit its fingers, and drew a giant magic circle from the front of the round platform with dark green blood.

Two translucent figures slowly emerged, none other than the silhouettes of Leon and Inriri, their movements repeated over and over again, and then ran towards the other end of the hall.

"Sure enough, I knew that you couldn't honestly stay in the mountains and wait for the corruption of the magic sword, and you could be regarded as a lonely bet. ”

It curled the corners of its mouth and smiled eerily.

"It's interesting, it's getting more and more interesting. ”

"Then let's see if I catch up with you first, or if you revive from the woman's body and kill me. ”

Snort -

The thick black flesh wings slammed out, and it quickly caught up with the two illusory figures, following them into the wind and crashing directly into the snowstorm outside.