"Then how should I deal with the suppressed resentment?"
Inside Froste's room, Angor looked at Toby who was resting on Froste's palm and asked for help.
"The suppression of the Will of Extreme Resentment is not a deep seal. One day, when it feels ready, it will be able to break the seal easily. "Froste paused." As for how it will deal with it, that will be up to it. As I said, there are very few places where external forces can interfere. If you try to use external forces to neutralize the resentment, you'll cause irreparable damage to it.
"So, whether it can survive the Resentment Tribulation is still up to it. Unless you want to use Darkness Movement. "
Froste changed the topic and looked at Angor again. "So, I'm done with Toby. Do you have any other problems? I can solve them all at once. Since you might ask for favors in the future, I'll let you do it for free this time. "
Angor was surprised. He never thought about how valuable a favor he owed Froste, but Froste seemed to be serious about it again and again.
Apart from Toby, Angor couldn't think of anything else. Suddenly, an idea came to him.
"Anything?" Angor quickly asked.
Froste saw the urgency in Angor's eyes and nodded. "As long as it's within my power."
Angor was about to say something. Of course, he wanted to solve Jon's problem the most. But before he could say anything, he remembered Jon's words — "I'd rather die than let my homeland be harmed because of me."
Froste was very strong. Perhaps he could really see through Jon's plan.
Angor only knew a little about Froste's power. No one knew what the man was really thinking. If Jon's homeland was harmed because of this, Jon would never forgive himself.
Besides, he wouldn't be able to hide it from the Alien Eye.
He swallowed the words he was going to say.
Froste looked at Angor's expression and raised an eyebrow. "What? You think I can't handle your problem?"
Angor shook his head. Apart from Jon's problem, there were two other things that troubled him the most. One was the scroll that could increase luck. But he already acted like he was in a hurry, which meant Froste wouldn't believe him.
There was only one other thing left.
"Mister Froste, what do you think of the Abyss Demons?"
Froste looked at Angor with disgust. "They're a bunch of lucky ones who are protected by the laws of the Abyss World. But at the same time, they're also parasites of the Abyss World.
"But I won't deny that there are some with wisdom among the demons. These Wise Ones are basically ancient beings who have lived for countless years. Even the Sorcerers of the Origin World would still show respect to these ancient beings. "
"Ancient beings?" Angor's mind.....
Froste gave Angor a strange look. "Yes, the Queen of Abyss is an ancient being. But how do you know about her?"
The Queen of Abyss was a terrifying being that even Froste didn't want to talk about. She was a self-centered lunatic who spread the horror of death in the Abyss World.
Apart from several top-level ancient beings, the Queen of Abyss World was probably the last thing a wizard from the origin world would want to run into.
But Froste didn't think Angor was strong enough to get in touch with someone as powerful as the Queen of Abyss World.
Angor hesitated. "I once met one of the Queen's followers in the Abyss World."
"Oh? Who are you talking about? "
"Kurendo."
Froste already had an answer in his mind when Angor mentioned that he met the Queen of Hell's subordinates. Kurendo was the only one who came from Barren Face. If Angor really met a follower of the Queen of Abyss World, it could only be Kurendo.
As expected, the name Angor mentioned was "Guide of Death" Kurendo.
Angor didn't lie to Froste. But how did Angor meet Kurendo? Why didn't Kurendo kill Angor? Froste was puzzled.
But he didn't ask about it. He was more interested in Angor's question. Angor suddenly mentioned a demon god, and he knew something about the Ancient Ones. What was it that Angor wanted him to help with?
Did it have something to do with the Ancient Ones? Or did Angor want him to kill a god?
"Let's not talk about the Ancient Ones for now. I just want to know if your problem has anything to do with the Ancient Ones?"
Angor shook his head. "No, it has something to do with a demon god."
With that, Angor took out a space capsule and placed it on the table.
Froste glanced at the Space Soft Capsule with a puzzled expression. His brows furrowed slightly.
Inside the capsule was a statue of a demon whose head and body were covered by a pair of black wings. The tail of the statue was exposed, which looked like a hook that was filled with books.
"The Scholar of Cruelty's object." Froste immediately recognized the statue.
"Yes. If possible, I hope you can help me break it, Mister Froste," said Angor.
The object was a container that contained the consciousness of a demon god. As long as one prayed to the demon god for mercy, the demon god would automatically send its consciousness to fulfill the request. However, using the object meant that one would become a demon god's follower by default.
Angor rejected the Scholar of Cruelty's request to become his follower, so the Scholar of Cruelty created this object to observe Angor's soul. However, the Scholar of Cruelty seemed to have lost his confidence after witnessing the death of Lord Flameless' true soul, so he never sent his consciousness to the object again.
Still, keeping the object around was always a threat.
Angor couldn't break the object himself, so he took this chance to ask Froste about it.
Froste sighed in relief when he heard that the request wasn't about the Ancient Ones. However, he still gave Angor a thoughtful look. For someone who was only an apprentice not long ago to learn about the secrets of the Abyss Plane and obtain a demon god's object, this was no easy feat.
Also, the aura of the demon god on the object was very weak, which meant the demon god hadn't shown up for a long time. This was strange. Did the demon not dare to come? Or was there another reason?
It seemed Angor had a lot of secrets in his past.
Froste nodded. "If it's just breaking a Subjugated object, that shouldn't be too difficult. But are you sure you can bear the consequences of the demon god's arrival? "
"It won't come."
"Huh?"
"The Scholar of Cruelty won't come."
After witnessing the death of Lord Flameless' true soul, the Scholar of Cruelty probably wouldn't come. When the Scholar of Cruelty gave the item to Angor, he promised that if Angor broke the item, he would not blame Angor.
Froste didn't know where Angor's confidence came from, but he didn't bother to ask.
Breaking an object wasn't a big deal. Even if the Scholar of Cruelty did come, it would only be a wisp of his consciousness, which Froste could easily destroy.
Froste didn't think too much about it. He reached out his hand and covered the single-use space capsule.
Froste's hand glowed faintly, and he pulled his hand back in the next second.
Angor didn't feel anything. He only sensed some ripples of spatial energy in the capsule, and everything was over?
Puzzled, he reached his spirit feelers into the capsule.
The Scholar of Cruelty's object was gone.
Angor gulped. He always knew Froste was strong, but he didn't know how strong he really was. But now, looking at the empty space capsule, it was as if a storm had been set off in his heart.
The energy ripples were so weak that Froste didn't even destroy the capsule. How did he destroy the object of a demon god from the Abyss Plane through all the barriers?
He couldn't even begin to imagine how strong Froste was.
While Angor was in a daze, Froste quietly scanned the area. Demon objects weren't cheap, and there weren't that many demon gods in the Abyss Plane. As far as Froste knew, destroying an object meant that the demon god behind it would send his or her consciousness here.
Thus, Froste was currently on his guard and keeping a lookout.
Angor was still in a daze, while Froste's frown grew deeper.
The Scholar of Cruelty didn't send his or her consciousness here. More importantly, the Scholar of Cruelty didn't even look at Angor. It was as if he never created the object.
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