Netheril (2)
Garen raised his dragon claw and chanted an incantation, mobilizing the surrounding elemental energy. His Dragon’s Hand was ready to attack.
However, after thinking for a moment, Garen put down his dragon claw and interrupted the incantation. He silently watched as the Northern Ice Spirit sank into the strange power of the sun sculpture.
He wanted to see how this thing affected creatures and gave that black fog power.
As for the affected Northern Ice Spirit… its fate was already decided.
Next, when the Northern Ice Spirit walked within a meter of the sun sculpture, it closed its eyes and knelt under the sun sculpture with a holy and pious expression. It lowered its head, and its face was covered in shadow.
A strange voice sounded from the Northern Ice Spirit. It was not any known language on the Noah Continent.
Garen heard it clearly. It was the low murmur he had heard when he was bewitched.
He memorized the intonation of every syllable. Due to his outstanding language talent, he already had a certain understanding of this Evil God Language.
A few seconds later, something that made Garen’s expression change happened.
Wisps of black fog, which were like threads or extremely subtle tentacles, stretched out from the main body of the sun sculpture. They gently touched the body of the Northern Ice Spirit and entered its skin before disappearing.
The body structure of the Northern Ice Spirit was pure ice crystal, and it was an elemental life form.
Its body was a translucent solid. If a foreign object appeared in its body, it was a clear scene.
However, after the black fog entered its body, it completely fused and disappeared, as if all of this was an illusion.
As for whether it was an illusion, Garen knew in his heart.
His gaze was sharp as he felt the energy fluctuation in the air. He discovered that the elemental energy was wrapped in the black fog and injected into the body of the Northern Ice Spirit, causing its aura to become stronger bit by bit.
This increase in strength was even faster than the increase in strength of the Northern Ice Spirit after it became a dragon blood creature.
“What energy is this black fog itself? Negative energy? Energy from Hell or the Abyss?”
“Or divine power?”
“No, if it’s true divine power, even if it’s only a trace, it’s enough to kill me instantly. The two-headed ogre used the power of the black fog when he fought me.”
Divine power could ignore almost all magic resistance and physical resistance. Only gods or those who grasped a unique power that was not inferior to divine power could block it. Even legendary spellcasters or even ancient Red Dragons were most likely to be instantly defeated in the face of a divine power attack.
Garen did not interfere with the process of the Northern Ice Spirit’s prayer. He frowned slightly and pondered the essence of the black fog energy.
Time passed bit by bit. The night on the ice plain was still as dark as ever.
A few minutes later, the black fog power absorbed by the Northern Ice Spirit seemed to be saturated. It opened its eyes and slowly stood up, turning to look at Garen.
Garen stopped thinking and also looked at the Northern Ice Spirit, sizing up the creature who had received the power of the Evil God.
Its appearance was the same as before and its aura was still as weak as a worm after restraining it.
In particular, the expression it displayed in front of Garen was as respectful and respectful as ever, as if Garen was still its only master.
“Great Master, do you have any other instructions?”
Under Garen’s scrutinizing gaze, the Northern Ice Spirit lowered its head respectfully and asked softly.
Garen pondered for a moment and said expressionlessly, “Yes.”
The Northern Ice Spirit was slightly stunned and subconsciously said, “What?”
Garen narrowed his eyes and ordered in an unquestionable voice, “My loyal servant, I order you to kill yourself immediately.”
The expression of the Northern Ice Spirit froze and it said in confusion, “Master…”
From its appearance and tone, it was as if it did not understand why Garen suddenly issued such an order.
Before the Northern Ice Spirit could finish begging, Garen’s dragon claw moved slightly and he chanted an incantation. The surrounding elemental power immediately became active.
Tier 3 Spell, Dragon’s Hand!
A lifelike translucent and ferocious dragon claw appeared above the Northern Ice Spirit’s head and slapped down ruthlessly.
The Northern Ice Spirit raised its head in shock. Blood vessel-like black lines suddenly appeared on its ice-blue body, wanting to resist Garen’s attack.
Bang!
The Dragon’s Hand landed and crushed the Northern Ice Spirit from above, crushing its body into pieces of pale ice crystals.
The strange thing was that there were black lines connecting these ice crystals. They wriggled slightly and tried to stitch up and regenerate.
Garen snorted and controlled the Dragon’s Hand to crush the body of the Northern Ice Spirit into lifeless ice fragments.
The Northern Ice Spirit, who had just obtained a little black fog power, had increased its strength a little, but it was still as weak as a baby in front of Garen.
After killing the Northern Ice Spirit in one move, Garen called out to Uga Bone Crusher.
Uga Bone Crusher did not know what was happening here. He glanced at Garen’s expression and ignored the Northern Ice Spirit that had been crushed into powder by Garen. He silently waited for Garen’s order.
“Uga, go back and bring a few ogres with you. Throw it into the remote ice valley crack.”
Garen spat out a Frost Dragon Breath and froze the sun sculpture again. In the icy north, if no creature deliberately destroyed it, these frost ice crystals could exist for at least decades.
While Uga Bone Crusher returned to call the other ogres, Garen planted the Time Mark on the sun sculpture.