Frost Covers the Corpses, Ice Emperor Inheritance, "Symbiosis" Contract

Ronan suddenly opened his eyes, startled awake from his dream in which he had transformed into a multi-headed serpent battling a giant firebird.

Ronan was shaken. At this moment, the bloodline inherited from Hecalto was in an unprecedented state of turmoil. The fragmented memories conveyed by the bloodline finally made Ronan understand why he instinctively felt disgusted by Moriel, and why Moriel's fire magic was so powerful. It was because the bloodline flowing within her was that of the legendary overlord of fire-attribute magical beasts, the Flame Undying Bird! And also the mortal enemy of the Frost Multi-headed Serpent!

In ancient times, once the two met, it was a fight to the death.

But none of that matters to Ronan right now.

At this moment, Moriel's pure and alluringly beautiful face was less than three centimeters away from him, her eyes closed, peacefully asleep.

Her lips were covered with tiny, orange-red patches, as if she had applied some kind of strange lip gloss, and her face was surrounded by dense, worm-like fine threads.

Those fine threads were all connected to Ronan's body, piercing into his flesh and desperately sucking the immense life force from every piece of flesh and every cell in his body. The Vitality Orb deep inside his body was rapidly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As his life force drained away, he felt as if he were dry tinder being gradually drained of moisture. The fire that had been suppressed by the frost swept over him once again, and he heard the crackling sound of his body burning.

Legend has it that the immortal Undying Bird is reborn from the ashes every time its life is about to end!

Clearly, Moriel was undergoing this process of "Nirvana Rebirth" at this moment.

She was severely injured and yearned to rise from the ashes, and Ronan was unfortunately chosen to be the kindling to ignite that flame! "Damn it! Damn it!"

The hatred of their bloodline Natural Enemy, coupled with the crisis of having his life forcibly taken away, bred a primal ferocity and violence in Ronan's heart. At this moment, he wished he could tear Moriel apart, bite open her tender flesh, and drink her blood.

He struggled to his feet, trying everything he could to get rid of the Undying Bird tentacles that were rooted to his body.

Ronan growled as he frantically struck a mark on his soul.

"Hecalto... you shouldn't have let me die like this, at the hands of your mortal enemy. Hecalto!!!"

As if hearing his call, on a certain abyss on the edge of the Southern Continent, amidst the roaring sound of the waves crashing against the shore reefs, the rolling frost broke through, and a giant, two-headed serpent with a completely black and blue body silently raised its head.

Phoenix.

Both heads of the giant serpent uttered the same name, and in its scarlet, cold eyes, it seemed to reflect a scene of a multi-headed young snake dying as it was pecked at by a giant bird engulfed in flames.

The giant snake's eyes flickered slightly, but quickly returned to their usual calm and indifference.

Without looking back, it broke through the towering waves in front of it, silently disappearing into the vast sea and vanishing completely.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The boundless wilderness has completely lost all trace of frost.

The raging fire melted the scorched earth where the small village once stood into a fiery lake of lava.

In the center of the flowing lava lake, golden-red flames burn quietly, exuding an indescribable vitality.

At the center of the flames, through the crystal-clear red light, one can clearly see two "entwined" figures slowly separating.

The girl stretched out her body, raising her head upwards, while below her, the figure of a young man slumped down helplessly.

Ronan felt his soul ignite.

It felt like stepping back into the scene when I took the Divine Soul Ignition Potion to attempt to become a full-fledged wizard.

"Ice and Fire Co-Reverence Ice and Fire Co-Reverence..."

Ronan kept repeating the words that the "Schubert"Alchemist had told him. He knew very well that if he wanted to survive under these circumstances, this might be his only chance.

Under the unleashing of the potential threat of death, Ronan entered an indescribable and wondrous state.

The two energy elements, ice and fire, transformed into various forms in his consciousness, and Ronan seemed to have a vague grasp of the connection between them, where they coexisted.

However, he has far too little time at his disposal.

Before he could fully grasp this glimmer of inspiration, his consciousness gradually blurred as it continued to "burn."

His blood seemed to have dried up.

His once-proud, robust physique now resembled parched, cracked earth, scorched with decay.

Ronan had been on the verge of death many times, and he knew that feeling all too well.

This time, however, was different from before. Instead of sinking to the bottom of a cold, dark lake, he felt as if he had turned to ashes, slowly crumbling and decaying, dying after being completely burned out. Just as Ronan was about to lose consciousness completely, suddenly, "Crack—"

The necklace he had always worn around his neck quietly crumbled.

The gemstones on the necklace had all melted, and the only remaining deep blue crystal ring shattered at that moment.

A semi-illusory circular mark emerged from the shattered ring, quickly disappearing into Ronan's brow. Immediately afterward, a gentle force manifested, rapidly enveloping his entire body.

"Snow... covered the corpses"

It sounded like the howling of wind and snow, or like a gentle sigh in an aria.

A voice whispered in Ronan's ear.

In an instant, a mysterious aura quietly emerged.

Silently.

The flowing lake of lava burned silently, its golden-red flames almost coalescing into the shape of Undying Bird. In the next second, everything was covered by an inexplicable force.

All of them have been transformed into a silent and beautiful Ice Sculpture.

The far Northernmost Land.

At the end of the endless snow and ice, a cascading icefall, with everything covered in white snow, stands like a silent and eternal guardian of this secluded place.

Time seems to stand still here, the years never flow, only the whispers of ice and snow and wind constantly linger between heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a huge bang shattered the tranquility of this world.

In the snow-capped mountains, ancient beings are constantly awakening from their slumber.

On one of the oldest, towering, austere, and solemn snow-capped mountains, in an ancient, snow-white temple, the hunched figure of an old man suddenly opened his eyes.

This was an extremely elderly woman.

Her long, gray hair almost covered the entire hall, and the wrinkles on her face and body were more numerous than the snow-capped mountains and ravines of the Northernmost Land.

Her eyes were cloudy, and her withered lips moved as she repeatedly called out a name.

"Elsa, Elsa."

Before long, a beautiful girl with long, deep blue hair like a waterfall and countless ice flowers blooming and withering all over her body quietly appeared in the main hall.

The girl knelt before the old woman with a respectful and devout expression, kissing her hair.

When the old woman saw the girl appear, she stopped calling out, and a gentle look of love and tenderness appeared on her face.

She reached out her withered hand and gently stroked the girl's head, speaking softly.

I felt it.

"The other half of Ice Emperor's mark has awakened, and it is calling to you."

"You are destined to become the next Frost Leader."

"Go, go and take back the complete Ice Emperor Inheritance; it belongs to you."

The girl nodded respectfully.

She silently withdrew from the main hall, and once outside, her exquisite face was filled with nobility and coldness.

Countless snowflakes from heaven and earth surrounded her, worshipping and praising her. She seemed like a born ice queen, looking down upon all living beings.

The girl took a light step into the howling snowstorm, and a huge ice dragon immediately appeared among the snow-covered mountains, flapping its wings and flying swiftly towards the end of the vast Snow Field.

I don't know how much time has passed.

It felt like a fleeting moment, yet also like an eternity.

"Click-click-click—"

On a snow-covered wilderness, a huge Ice Sculpture cracked open with countless fissures, and finally exploded with a "bang," from which a tall and slender figure leaped out.

"Call--"

Ronan landed firmly on his feet and exhaled puffs of white breath.

At this moment, he was completely naked, his perfect physique exposed in the daylight, fully displaying his primal, masculine beauty.

Ronan is in good condition now. His physical strength seems to have increased significantly. Although the Vitality Orb in his body has been consumed to a considerable extent, it is much better than the terrible situation before when it was almost "drained".

But at this moment, Ronan's focus was not on any of these things.

He explored himself and sensed a gleaming, circular mark, resembling both a snowflake and an ice shard, emerging deep within his soul.

"Yarlis' Ice Ring"

Ronan stared at the mark, muttering to himself.

This item, along with the [Frozen Earth], was passed down to the "Ice Flame Iris" Lanster Family. Although he always wore it, he had almost forgotten about it.

He could never find anything special about the Ice Ring; the core rune's double amplification effect on ice spells gradually became less important as his strength increased.

Unexpectedly, another "secret" was hidden inside this Ice Ring, no wonder the Lanster Family valued it so much.

Ronan closed his eyes and, through the mark, faintly sensed a distant calling.

He then carefully felt the chill of ice and snow brought by the "Ice Ring" around him.

His power seemed different from that of the "Hecalto" bloodline, but he couldn't quite put his finger on the difference.

"This power can directly extinguish the 'Nirvana Flame' belonging to Moriel 'Phoenix Bloodline. Even compared to the Frost Hydra Bloodline, the overlord that dominated the frost in ancient times, it is in no way inferior."

Ronan was deeply moved and planned to ask Soraya about the "Yarlis Ice Ring" when he returned to White Stone Fortress.

"Click-clack—"

Just then, the sound of ice cracking suddenly rang out behind us.

Upon hearing this voice, Ronan's eyes instantly turned cold, and a fierce killing intent burst forth from them.

He vanished from his spot almost the instant the sound rang out, and when he reappeared, "Boom!"

On the frosty wilderness, the enormous Ice Sculpture shattered with a crash, and amidst the billowing dust that suddenly rose, Ronan stood tall and imposing, his robust and handsome physique like a jagged, towering iceberg, his long hair dancing wildly, and one arm raised.

Facing the outline of the sun, five fingers gripped tightly around a girl's neck.

"Hiss--"

Ronan gripped Moriel's throat with his right hand, while his left hand formed a blade with his fingers together. The revived Itai and frost condensed into the sharp edge of the blade between his fingers, his five fingers menacing and coldly ruthless as he reached out to grab Moriel.

The latter struggled violently, emitting a piercing shriek, and flailed its arms, displaying surprisingly skillful close-quarters combat techniques.

But given the vast difference in power, Moriel's resistance was as insignificant to Ronan as an infant in an adult's arms.

"Snap—Snap—"

With two sharp cracks, Moriel's two fair, lotus-root-like arms fell limply to the ground. Ronan then quickly broke her legs, before coldly aiming his needle at Moriel's forehead.

If this blow lands squarely, Moriel's pretty little head will explode like a crushed watermelon.

Having faced life-or-death crises twice in a row, Ronan 'Ronan killing intent towards Moriel had reached an unprecedented level, not to mention that the two of them each possessed the bloodline of their respective ancient natural Natural Enemy.

He had a hundred or a thousand reasons to kill Moriel on the spot!

However.

"Buzz—"

When Ronan's fingertips touched Moriel's brow, a mysterious and complex rune suddenly lit up on her smooth and full forehead.

Ronan also felt a burning heat between his eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain came from between my eyebrows.

With a slight increase in pressure, the stinging sensation intensified, as if he were simultaneously stabbing his own forehead while stabbing Moriel's! "Boom!"

An inexplicable force erupted, and both of their bodies were forced backward.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

Ronan reached out and caught the drops of blood dripping from his forehead, looking at Moriel with an incredulous gaze, seeking an answer.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, he could sense an extremely strange bond connecting him and Moriel closely.

They can sense each other's most subtle emotional changes, thought fluctuations, and even tactile sensations.

As if born of the same body, like twins who are naturally in sync and share everything.

They have the most intimate relationship in the world.

This connection is intertwined with the blood ties flowing between the two, the hatred between sworn enemies, mortal enemies, Natural Enemy, as well as the grudges that arose from past interactions. It is an extreme intimacy, yet also an extreme hatred.

Two extremely contradictory emotions were mixed together, leaving Ronan momentarily at a loss as to how to deal with Moriel in front of him.

Moriel clearly felt the same way he did.

She was even more extreme Ronan.

First, she stood there blankly for a while, then, as if she had a mental breakdown, she pounced on Ronan, yelling and roaring like a mad mother beast, waving her arms and legs and even using her mouth, determined to fight him to the death.

Ronan snorted and kept countering her attacks.

This time, however, things were not as easy as before. Ever since the strange runes between their brows lit up, no matter what damage he caused Moriel, his own body would inexplicably suffer the same pain.

Neither of them was willing to back down, and they engaged in a primal and savage close-quarters battle on the frost-covered plains, forgetting even their identities as wizards.

As the sun set and starlight filled the Sky Dome, a crescent moon rose from the horizon.

The two, both "scarred and battered," finally stopped fighting.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Ronan sat on the newly sprouted grass, slowly calming his breathing and mobilizing the Vitality Orb within his body to quickly repair his injuries.

More than ten meters away from him, Moriel looked utterly dejected.

He suddenly gave a bitter laugh, looked at Ronan, and muttered in a tone of utter despair, "How could I... have entered into a 'symbiotic' contract with someone like you?"