517 Holy Relic (1/2)

Boom!

The abyss raged.

The majestic might blew out of the cracks and hit the body of the Hecatoncheir.

No one had seen this before—the scene in which ”life” was ignited. Thousands of means of death overlapped at this moment, and then were imposed on the Hecatoncheir.

If death could be quantified, then the death which came for the Hecatoncheir would have been enough to turn all humans, birds, beasts, and even plants in an entire country into ashes.

Death, rebirth, death, rebirth, death, rebirth...

It was a cycle of hellish tortures.

Ye Lanzhou was expressionless.

”Rawr!!!”

Ludovic roared, and the abyss shook with him.

But this time, the intention of Ludovic was easier to understand than before.

Let go of him!

Ye Lanzhou smiled and shook his head slightly.

”You just figured it out. Isn't it a bit late?”

There was light.

-

On the North Ice Field of Asgard.

At midnight, it was as bright as midday.

In the sky, clouds that had lingered here for thousands of years, glowed like iron and lit a fire in the sky.

Endless shards of ice and snow, like blades, fell from the sky with the coldness that could sting a human's soul.

The snow and ice whirled and drifted in the hurricane and fell to the ground again.

Sp only a fragile white land was left between heaven and earth .

Only the faint flames above the barriers danced, burning, with a thread of black smoke rising upward. But with thousands of flames, there were thousands of threads of black smoke. The smoke stretched in the hurricane and interwove together, then disappeared in the air.

Like a burning soul that disappeared in the wind.

In the white world, it was scarlet everywhere on the smoky ground. Those frozen blood layers piled on top of the snowfield and overlapped with each other. After centuries, they were still as scarlet as before.

The dead people left their blood and souls here, which turned into the frozen blood layers.

Now those scarlet layers were moistened with new blood, as if they turned alive. They were like ashes that had been rekindled, flames with the glorious light of death.

It was breathtaking.

By contrast, the innumerable dead bodies that had lost their lives on the snowfield were insignificant.

Those dead bodies belonged to the innumerable demons.

As soon as those demons set foot on the snowfield, they encountered an unpredictable power of terror and were destined to die.

It was the same even to those terrible heaven catastrophes.

Right in the middle of the snowfield, at the deepest part of the cobweb covered by ice and snow, a giant monster that was half-human, half-spider still kept its original standing posture.

But it was dead for good.

Still burning.

With the blood as fuel, the blue flames danced over its head, but there was no temperature or even light.

It was like an illusion.

The monster was the Son of Spider, a heaven catastrophe.

The big threat had slept deeply under the North Ice Field for hundreds of years, and only once broke through the outer barriers.

But it had been dead for a long time, together with its countless children and descendants since the instant it came above ground. Even the innumerable spider eggs hidden in the frozen earth were burnt to death by those blue flames.

At the moment, soldiers and musicians were busy running around to clean up the mess on the battlefield. But here it was silent, and everyone avoided the place in awe.

”No wonder you are the King of Blue.”

In front of the burning spider stood two figures.

The young man in an eagle emblem cloak whispered. The light and pure white robe he wore blended with the snowy ground.

His slender fingers, covered with black iron rings, pressed on the directing knife on his waist that had never been drawn.

With no color of blood in his face, he seemed to be ill and weak. He looked as beautiful as a girl, and spoke slowly.

He didn't look like an Asgardian, nor the third prince who had been safeguarding the North Ice Field for a decade, and was extremely ambitious to conquer the throne.

Instead of being arrogant and frivolous as usual, he became modest, gentle, and full of awe as he stood behind the gray figure.

The King of Blue.