Chapter 237

The solid ice layer was covered with a layer of flocculent red veins. In a few minutes, a large shadow formed in these veins, and the color became darker and darker, just like fruits ripening on branches, until finally, the shadow became a human shape, and a little red was revealed in the dark shadow.

Selik Snow broke through the ice and fell to the ground, naked, like a newborn, curled up in a ball. This pale, dead body was motionless at first, until a cough broke the silence and spit out ice chips, and his body twitched, like a drowning person waking up again.

The red ice chips stuck to the skin began to grow. The process of these ice chips and skin bonding was not easy. Selik suppressed the sound in his throat at first, but eventually he couldn't bear it and let out a low roar that didn't sound like a human voice. As the red ice that "born" with him covered his body, it obtained a brighter and deeper red from his blood. The red ice and skin merged into one, and Selik put on his blood-colored long clothes. He returned to his original appearance, just as complete as when he walked out of this cold cave.

The black flames ignited by the power of Cyclonfas's sacrifice affected Selik's rebirth. His mind still remembered the pain of being burned by the flames. When his body was eaten away by the power that melted the red ice bit by bit, Selik, who thought he had lost his sense of pain and numbness, found his fear again.

Selik propped himself up with his arms and knelt on the ground from lying on his side. There was no one around him, only the bleak cold wind blowing through the red ice around him.

His voice was trembling, as if he really felt the cold. Selik whispered in panic, and his voice echoed in the ice cave.

"I failed, Guardian."

The condensed voice appeared in the ice in front of Selik, and a flowing impurity emerged on the surface. His blurry figure moved slightly, and frost grew on Selik's face. Red ice climbed up Selik's side face, freezing his ears. Half of his face was wrapped in ice. Selik's eyeballs were excitedly rolling in his eye sockets. He could only hear one voice.

[It doesn't matter, my child. ]

[The first failure can be forgiven. ]

[As long as you have learned a lesson. ]

[Tell me, what did you get? ]

Selik's voice was trembling, and he excitedly said everything like pouring beans: "There was a dark elf warrior with high martial arts skills beside the red mage. He broke through my defense in an instant, and the two scimitars directly hurt my body. And that red mage, he... his power can suppress red ice."

Selik's voice echoed in the ice cave, but there was no response for a long time, and the silence was like death.

Selik gasped unconsciously, but the ice chips that did not spread on his face told him that he was safe for the time being.

[A spellcaster who can restrain red ice. 】

【The only thing that can fight against the body of God is the power of God. 】

【Finally, I have waited for it, as the follower of the fragment of God. 】

The blood-red color expanded in the ice layer, like a giant standing on the other side of the ice, constantly approaching his body. Sai Lik felt the excitement of the red ice.

【Try again, my child. 】

【I will give you another helper. 】

【You just need to bring Dalia back. 】

【Snow is united, and she will also become a container. 】

Sai Lik lowered his head.

“Your will, Guardian.”

“But…” Sai Lik gritted his teeth. He still remembered the power that destroyed the ice. Fear drove him to dare to question, “One helper may not be enough.”

Sai Lik seemed to hear the laughter of the guardian.

【He will definitely come here. We are each other’s incompleteness, and we will contribute to each other’s completeness. 】

【Here, I can better play my advantages. ]

[And this unnecessary test, Selik, is just to win back the face of Snow that you threw away. ]

[Don't let me down, my child. ]

…

Mar Blade was venting her anger. She sharpened her dagger on the rock in a way that was almost like destroying the weapon. The irritable dark elf kept venting her resentment towards the young dark elf, and in this venting, her martial arts were improving in a way that ordinary people could not achieve.

Feeling the state of Francis's body, Mar's muscles unconsciously recorded some of her cheap uncle's habits, some highly efficient and precise combat skills that had been tempered for thousands of times. Leila was not wrong, she did get an improvement from those memories.

Mar broke away from the illusion of Francis's winning the martial arts test, and excitedly begged Leila to start the next illusion immediately.

Leila agreed.

But what followed was not a fight, but a one-sided ravage.

The young Silna ravaged Francis.

While enduring the whipping, Mal was wondering if it was Leila who did it. Taking advantage of her excitement, she cast the illusion of her cheap uncle before he learned martial arts. The dark elves could not understand why an outstanding dark elf who crushed his peers with his personal strength would continue to endure the harshness of his family and not fight back.

The year when Mal got the first place in the assessment, she was praised by the mistress Silna for her favor. Since then, the eldest and second sisters have been tolerant of her in the family, making Mal believe that she is the child of destiny. The mistress's indulgence made her think that all this was natural. The first place in the assessment equals a noble status. Such a concept has formed in the mind of the dark elf.

However, the stress response in Francis' body forced Mal to believe this fact. This was Francis who became the first place. From his memory, Mal also found that this was not long after he became the first place again.

Silna's beating might be for this purpose. The pleasure of bullying an outstanding brother made this evil dark elf unable to refuse. She, like Mal, firmly believed in the iron law of dark elf society, that women were superior to men.

The confrontation of thoughts made Mal furious. She was in the body of Francis who was being whipped. The anger at injustice and disparity made Mal hate the young mother in front of her.

But Francis' body was still out of her control. Mal felt like she was thrown into a closed furnace. The burning pain echoed all over her skin, and her heart was also raging with anger.

"I'm going to kill her! I'm going to kill her!!!"

After exiting the fantasy, Mal continued to roar. Her hatred for her biological mother was so heavy that it could not be added. Now, Mal has begun to consider whether she will return to her family in Menzoberranzan after completing Leila's commission. She may find it difficult to hide her hatred for her mistress, and if the current mistress of Brad accidentally discovers her daughter's hostility, Mal believes that she will be punished for it, no doubt.

Mal thought that Francis would definitely retaliate, but when she thought that her biological mother was still the head of Brad's family, Mal did not have any hope for this cowardly cheap uncle.

She suddenly brightened up and walked to Leila.

"You want to replace him with me, right?"

Lyla turned around and looked at Mal with sparkling eyes, and was not in a hurry to deny it.

"Why do you think so?"

"You let me follow Francis' old path, isn't it to train me to be his second? He is too cowardly and must not meet your requirements. I can do better than him, I can satisfy you, and I can believe in you."

Lila was silent for a moment.

"Really, it is quite in line with the way of thinking of Rose's followers. Witness, why do you think you can replace Francis, who has eyes that can predict the future and is a warrior with high martial arts skills."

Mal said: "I also have talent and potential. As for that special pair of eyes, as long as you give me the same ability, I will definitely surpass him."

Lila shook her head.

"What those eyes see is real, not an illusion that I can play with."

Mal refuted Him.

"What's the difference? Isn't the reality of the past or the future an illusion now? What's the difference between what he sees and what you let me see?"

In an instant, as if some mystery was revealed in a joke, a huge momentum lingered around the two. Mal looked nervously at the masked woman whose temperament suddenly changed. The mirror mask on her face reflected her own face.

A crack appeared on Leila's mask.

She no longer made the voice of the dark elf, but a more gentle and ethereal female voice.

"I didn't expect that you, who knew the least and had the least information, would come up with the most correct answer."

"It turned out that the wise were self-deceiving and the fools were prophets."

Mal shrank his body, feeling that the existence in front of him was not hostile, and said carefully and boldly: "So, you accept my loyalty?"

"No, there will only be one follower of the mist shadow."

"I said it long ago, I only need one witness."