The terrible chill continued to build up crazily, spreading in all directions like floodwaters and fierce beasts, engulfing the lawn, the hill....soon threatening to invade the distant forest.
The frozen lake surface suddenly exploded, and a mass of black Ice Frost burst out rapidly from the lakebed.
The churning Ice Frost roiled and tumbled as if concealing some monstrous creature within, from which endless hisses and struggles could be faintly heard.
It was unknown how much time had passed before all the commotion subsided.
The black Ice Frost slowly dissipated, revealing the shadow of a hundred-meter-long serpent.
This giant serpent had two heads, and between them was a bulge that was neither too large nor too small. Its body was covered in dark blue, nearly black, Ice Crystal snake scales. Its eyes were blood-red, exuding an impossibly ancient, evil, and domineering presence.
The two-headed serpent watched a direction with cold indifference, emitting an ancient, abstruse language, as if conveying something.
Moments later, it cast a deep glance into the distance, then silently turned and slithered away toward the unknown.
All the blood colors and Ice Frost in the heavens and earth dissipated, and Ronan fell from the sky, crashing into a bottomless pit.
He breathed heavily, his pale and toned body dripping with sweat that ran down his skin and muscles, and before it could fall, it was frozen by the pervasive, intense cold air surrounding him.
As if he had just survived a fierce battle to the death.
At this point, Ronan had returned to his normal state, his white hair cascading to the ground. Titanium metal gradually inched over his body at a snail’s pace, solidifying into the appearance of a Magic Robe.
Feeling mostly recovered, Ronan slowly stood up from the ground.
Inside the Consciousness Space, the will belonging to "Hekarter" had completely vanished.
One could say his Consciousness Space had never been this..."clean" before.
Compared to the previous dangerous merger with the Bloodline, which nearly took his life, this even-more-dangerous backlash seemed to have been weathered quite easily. f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.com
But only Ronan knew that the reason he could "stand here in one piece" was merely...
"Drinking poison to quench thirst..."
Ronan took a deep breath, recalling his recent maneuver—
"Bosilina’s Master-slave Contract" had the effect of making the subordinate suffer the "harm" intended for the master.
He utilized this "Rule" to have the Ice Crystal Demon Snake lurking in the Ice Lake bear half the backlash from "Hekarter’s" will.
And the complete retreat of "Hekarter’s" will from his body was a choice made by "Hekarter" itself.
Just think about it, faced with a "weak" human body with little "potential," and a body with the pure Ancient Ice Crystal Demon Snake Bloodline, how would "Hekarter," also of the Serpentine kind, make its choice?
The answer is that the latter was clearly a hundred times better as a "vessel" than the former.
Ronan essentially "sacrificed" the Ice Crystal Demon Snake to secure a fleeting "breath of relief" for himself.
And this opportunity for relief is temporary.
"Given the existence of the Master-slave Contract, the resurrected ’Hekarter’ will sooner or later come for me again. If I can’t completely slay it, the best outcome would be to become ’Hekarter’s’ ’Human servant’...."
The will of the Ancient Magical Beast ruler, the Frost Multi-Headed Snake, combined with the pure Ancient Ice Crystal Demon Snake Bloodline.
Adding them together, who knows what kind of Monster will be created.
That’s why Ronan referred to this method as "drinking poison to quench thirst."
"His will has just been resurrected, and the taking over of the body has just been completed..."
At this time, "Hekarter" is undoubtedly at its most "Weak," and if he wants to solve this trouble, now is actually the best opportunity.
Ronan’s eyes flashed subtly as he sensed the soul imprints between himself and the Ice Crystal Demon Snake within him, only to find that this connection had become blurred and hard to capture.
He hurriedly followed his memory towards the Wild Lake where he first made the Ice Crystal Demon Snake lie dormant. Upon arrival, he saw nothing but chaos left in the wake of the Ice Frost’s rampage.
Ronan was somewhat surprised.
Logically, he should have been the one to flee.
But after careful consideration, he only needed to worry about being devoured or Enslaved by "Hekarter." However, "Hekarter," as an Ancient ruler, had much more to consider after its "Resurrection." free we\bnove(l).com
Old enemies, natural predators...
Who knows whether certain terrifying entities that were once on the same tier as "Hekarter" would follow the "scent" to find him.
Cunning and patience are also a serpent’s nature.
"I reckon ’Hekarter’ won’t easily appear until it has regained a certain level of Strength..."
This "breath of relief" is even more substantial than expected.
But for Ronan, is this truly good news?
"The longer the time drags on, the more ’Hekarter’ regains its Strength, and the calamity that will fall on me... will become even more immense and unstoppable..."
Ronan’s expression darkened.
Yet he had no solution, and could only quietly await the day that "Judgement" would come.
Before that, he would do everything in his power to strengthen himself, to fight for that slim chance of survival.
"I’ll take it one step at a time..."
Ronan wrapped himself tightly in his long robe, his gaze deep and distant as he swiftly left in one direction.
Ancient Fairy City Ruins.
The whole world seemed thrown into utter chaos. fre\e(w)ebn ov.e l\. co.m
The roaring of Spells was unceasing, countless Wizards ran about like headless flies, and every minute, several would fall from the sky.
In a corner of the turbulent situation, Angelie half-concealed herself in the Void, surveying the scene before her with a face that carried a look of enjoyment and intoxication.