The avalanche was like a raging wave, coming down head-on, but the silver monster had already spread its wings, flapping its silver wings rapidly like a dragonfly, and then it rose from the ground.
The silver monster rushed straight towards her. Freya did not need to calculate to see that with the current speed of the avalanche, the monster could almost certainly avoid it.
At that moment, her thoughts flashed like lightning, and almost subconsciously, the girl made a decision. The golden wings of light expanded behind her, and she also rose from the ground, and then suddenly rushed towards the silver monster.
At that moment —
On the silver monster's featureless face, the mocking smile on its big mouth that was like a crescent moon finally froze on its face.
"You're crazy!"
It screamed in panic.
Freya was like a golden meteor, crashing head-on into the silver monster in mid-air. The monster frantically waved its silver blade, trying to force her away. But she was unmoved, did not dodge, and still let the blade cut through her lower abdomen — the half-body armor of the Wind Empress was almost like a thin layer of paper under such an attack, instantly opening a long gash, and rose-colored blood sprayed out — but the girl slammed into the silver monster's waist, pushing it back.
Her strength was far inferior to the other party, but at this time, there was no need to fight to the death. It was just a momentary obstruction, but it could already decide a lot of things.
"No —"
The silver monster's upward momentum only paused for a moment, and the avalanche came crashing down. Ordinary things were as humble as dust under the invincible power of nature. Freya and the silver monster flashed in the snow waves and disappeared.
… …
At the other end of the canyon.
The battle between the young people of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment and the Pale Son was entering a white-hot stage. Relying on the guidance of the battle flag planted by Freya, the Knights finally gathered together. Their strength was not inferior to these monsters, and even stronger. It was just that the Pale Son relied on the advantage of surprise attacks and numbers to gain the upper hand for a while.
And when the Folded Sword Knight Regiment gathered together, and the giant wolves in the forest on the other side lost the command of the silver monster, the battle situation immediately changed. The Knights began to fight in the narrow advantageous position of the canyon, and planned to resist the attack of the winter wolves. After both sides suffered a lot of losses, the battle also turned from a surprise attack into a stalemate.
This was good news for the humans who were at a disadvantage at first, but the waves of attacks from the Pale Son still made them tired. After Brund was snatched back by Alea and Maynild, he had already fallen into a coma. Maynild wanted to find Freya, but she was surrounded by wolves with the others, and obviously could not get away for a while.
Little Pero brought Rollo and the others back from the other side. Their losses were even heavier, almost everyone was injured, especially after a night of pursuit. At this moment, even the most tenacious Kirrlutzians could not help but gasp for breath.
Everyone's expression didn't look too good.
However, Rollo stared at the other side of the canyon nervously.
"Did you hear something?" Little Pero asked immediately when he saw his expression. He knew that Pero was a mountain man, and among all the people here, his perception was the sharpest.
"I think I heard an explosion."
Pero's forehead was full of cold sweat, which was caused by excessive physical exertion. His eyes were a little gray, but after listening for a while, he still answered weakly.
"Is it reinforcements?" Someone asked loudly.
"I'm afraid it's impossible. It was Miss Commander who made it." Little Pero shook his head and replied.
Maynild frowned. She knew that Freya had the explosive crystal and the ruby ring on her. Freya had left for at least a quarter of an hour, and there was no news of her so far. The monster did not look back. She knew very well the gap between Freya and the monster. Even if Freya had activated the Mark of the Valkyrie, it would not be much harder for the monster to deal with her than it was for Alea and Brund.
It was not a battle on the same level of power at all.
"I think you'd better worry about yourselves first," Alea was covered in blood as he sat next to Brund, panting heavily. The new wounds on his body were left when he rescued Brund. If the wounds left on him by the Pale Son last night were only a small memorial, then he could be said to have received a one-ton medal at this moment.
Alea had completely lost his combat effectiveness, and if the Folded Sword Knight Regiment were to evacuate at this time, he and Brund would have to stay here.
But even so, it did not change his temperament — he was as annoying as ever.
This guy was as jinxed as ever, but this time things did not develop as he expected. Suddenly, the Knight in front let out a cry of surprise. Little Pero seemed to feel something and immediately separated the human wall and walked out. He saw a strange scene playing out in front of everyone.
He saw that the Pale Sons near and far suddenly staggered and stopped on the path of attack. They seemed to be drunk as they fell to the ground one by one, and then black smoke rose from their bodies as if they were evaporating in broad daylight. They turned into ashes little by little, and finally, only black magic crystals were left in the snow.
This scene did not just happen to one or a group of giant wolves, but hundreds of Pale Sons near and far fell to the ground at the same time, then turned into black smoke and dissipated. Such a spectacular scene stunned almost every Knight present.
"As expected, these monsters are all summoned creatures." Little Pero immediately reacted, "Looks like our commander has done something incredible."
He turned his head and looked at Maynild.
But the female Knight's face did not show the slightest relief. She slowly took out the communication crystal from her collar. The communication crystal was gray, representing Freya's end, which did not light up because of her infusion of magic.
… …
However, in the canyon, Freya's communication crystal, which was scattered next to a pile of snow, was indeed glowing. This meant that someone was trying to establish contact with the necklace through the Net of Law, but unfortunately, the owner of the necklace was not by its side.
Freya almost struggled to climb out from under the snow on the other side.
She groaned softly — her physical condition was worse than she had imagined. Bruises and abrasions covered her body, and the blood oozing from the wound on her lower abdomen almost stained the armor under her armor. There was a huge dent in her breastplate, and blood kept oozing out from the crack. The corners of her eyes, nose, and mouth were also bleeding.
She coughed softly a few times. Fortunately, she and the monster were on top of the avalanche, and she was above the monster. But when the two were swept into the snow, she saw with her own eyes that the monster was sucked into the vortex under the rubble and rolling snow, and she was lucky to escape with her life.
But even so, it only lasted for a while. Freya could feel how serious her injuries were. The fatal injuries came from the impact on her chest and the sword wound on her lower abdomen. The excessive blood loss made her dizzy, and her hands and feet were a little cold, especially in such an environment.
What made the girl feel most bitter was that she found that her waist pouch containing the holy water was lost in the avalanche.
"Am I going to die …?"
She turned over and lay quietly in the snow, quietly looking at the sky. She knew very well how far she was from Maynild and the others, and Cruz would not be able to make it in time. She felt that the cold had begun to numb her body and heart, and drowsiness and tiredness came in waves.
"Fortunately, I did not fail."
Freya sighed softly in her heart. This was the boldest decision and the craziest action she had ever done in her life, but she was not that person. This was the only time, and also the last time.
She closed her eyes, and in the darkness, there seemed to be countless spots of light. These spots of light gathered one by one, and the shadow of the mountains of Bucce appeared, and then gathered to form the face of that person.
"Brando …"
Freya's heart was peaceful, and she quietly waited for the moment to come. But the heavens did not seem to want to give the girl this special honor. Just as she closed her eyes slightly, there was a soft cracking sound in the snow.
The sound was not loud, but to Freya, it was no less than a clap of thunder. She abruptly opened her eyes and struggled to turn her head. Sure enough, she saw a gray arm sticking out from under the snow.
"How is this possible …"
Freya whispered in her heart. Under the snow, there could not be a second person other than the monster. She subconsciously reached out to grab the Lionheart Sword, but the monster's reaction was faster than her.
With a loud bang, as if a huge force had exploded from under the snow, a black shadow shot out from under the snow, and instantly pressed down on Freya. The silver monster had one hand around Freya's neck, and the other hand pressed down on her hand that was holding the sword.
It lowered its head, and coldly looked at the human girl who had made it so miserable.
Compared to Freya, it was indeed more miserable. At this moment, it was no longer as glorious as before, and there was only one wing left on its back. Its mercury-like body was no longer smooth and flawless, but was now covered with potholes and scars. Its originally silver skin was now extremely dull, and almost turned into a metallic gray color.
Freya had seen this color in the battle last night. Usually, when the battle reached this stage, the monster would choose to absorb a person's life force. This meant that once it was in this state, it was only a step away from death.
"That's … such a pity …"
Freya thought helplessly. She could clearly feel her remaining life force being slowly drained by the monster's hand. She could still squint at the terrifying monster, but soon, she felt that even breathing became difficult.
Freya's breathing gradually quickened.
The silver monster sneered. "Your race is as cunning as they were thousands of years ago." It squatted down beside Freya, and then grabbed the girl by the neck and lifted her up, as if it wanted to enjoy the scene of Freya dying from lack of oxygen.
But it was this action that caused the stone slab in Freya's pouch to fall out with a thud. The silver monster was slightly stunned. It looked at the stone slab and seemed to be surprised. "What is this? Wait, this is … "
It instinctively picked up the slate with its other hand, but just as it let go of Freya's sword, the girl, who had been waiting for a long time, used the last of her strength to yell, "Monster!"
She held the sword with both hands and stabbed at the monster's lower abdomen.
Perhaps the silver monster noticed Freya's action, or perhaps it did not expect it at all, and the sword sank directly into its abdomen. It was slightly stunned. It raised its head and looked at the human girl in front of it with a strange expression.
"You don't think this kind of scrap metal can hurt me, do you? The attacks of you mortals have no effect on me."
It patted the girl's face mockingly. "Ignorant."
Freya's narrowed eyes were only left with raging anger.
She stared at the monster's faceless face, and looked at the crescent-like mouth that was sneering, and wished that she could kill it with a single strike.
But in the next moment, her prayer seemed to be heard by an unknown god. Suddenly, the silver monster's crescent-like mouth drooped down.
It was as if an unusually painful expression appeared on its face.
It suddenly screamed, threw Freya away, covered its wound, and frantically retreated. The Lionheart Sword in its lower abdomen suddenly emitted raging flames, and the flames followed the wound and burned its entire body.
"This … is impossible!" The monster wailed as it knelt on the ground. "Damn the mark of the Goddess of War … Ahhhhh!"
The silver monster turned into a ball of fire in the blink of an eye, but unfortunately, Freya did not get to enjoy the results of her battle. The moment she was thrown to the ground, she felt a blazing flame spreading from her heart to her entire body, and instantly she was in great pain.
But Freya did not say a word. Instead, her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Because she knew what this meant.
The golden flame had been ignited.
And beside her, the stone slab in the snow bloomed with the most dazzling light at this moment.
…
P.S. I'm so excited that I forgot to say the name. Blackie's book title is Calamity Descends, Forceful Push. Today is the day of the ranking, everyone help to support. Throw in any recommendations you have!
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