Ice Vapor Goddess

Chapter 50 Frost Giant

Thick snow covered the buildings in Speyside, the roar of the steam engines sounded like a dying cry, and the ruins and cold ground testified to its decay.

After the blue-white lightning sun faded, thousands of ice men transformed into icy mist and rose up, swirling around Renn. They seemed never to die, only to change their form.

Several guard knights tried to rush forward to rescue the governor, but were cut by the storm of ice blades, and their weapons were destroyed instantly.

Moreover, some of the earliest shattered ice figures have begun to reform, reshaping their bodies in the wind and snow, and gradually appearing on the snow.

Despair permeated everyone's hearts—how could an unkillable monster be defeated?

As Siron walked onto the city wall, he passed Samantha.

The elderly monk was pale, and the lantern in his right hand was flickering, clearly indicating that he could no longer hold it up.

She forced a weak smile: "I'm getting old, please excuse my poor appearance."

Xiren gave her a slight nod: "Thank you for your hard work, and also—thank you for Logan."

She waved her hand dismissively: "It's no trouble at all. I'll head back to the Mage Tower to preside over the ceremony. You... well, never mind, you decide for yourself."

She said something cryptic and then disappeared down the steps.

Xilun walked up to the city wall in confusion, and then he understood what she meant.

Raine was enveloped in a raging ice storm, the overflowing lightning and blood staining it blue-red. The soldiers on the city wall watched the scene ahead with tension, but there was nothing they could do.

"Your Excellency!" A young soldier saw Xilun and immediately ran over, kneeling on one knee. "Please save the Governor!"

Xilun did not answer. He looked around and saw some people with embarrassed expressions, some with disgust, some seemingly oblivious, and others looking at him expectantly.

He looked at the storm below the city, which was shrouded in blood mist, and remained silent.

He had no desire to save Ryan. He knew that kind of person; even if he saved him, he wouldn't be grateful. At most, he would kill him without causing him any pain. Given the chance, Ryan would never allow him to share power with him.

Moreover, this is by no means a violation of doctrine—Jezebel persecuted God's prophet and was eventually thrown out of a window to his death, his body devoured by wild dogs; Sennacherib mocked and blasphemed God, and when the messenger of the night entered the camp, he killed 185,000 soldiers.

Revenge is permitted by the scriptures, and even the gods seem to be vengeful. Anyone who dares to harm the clergy will be allowed to have the entire Speyside burned by fire the next day.

The Messianic Church is by no means the kind of organization that repays evil with good. To say that even nine generations of one's family will be punished is an understatement. Once, a small country on the main continent had its capital burned down by the College of Cardinals with the ritualistic magic of sulfur and fire because it harbored a criminal who killed a priest.

As long as they sit high in St. John's Basilica in Florence, God's wrath will spread throughout the world.

Xilun gazed at the distant snowstorm, hesitating, when suddenly, a cluster of ice crystals emerged from the snow wall that was isolated by magic!

First came a large ice crystal, then an ice wall, inside which were sealed some strange objects—but none of that mattered, because as the ice crystal penetrated, the shape of a complete hand with long spikes appeared.

It grasped the snow wall created by the spell, and then suddenly grabbed it!
The sonic boom instantly shattered everyone's eardrums. Xiren knelt on the ground in agony, while the mage tower behind him emitted a series of mournful cries as magic crystals exploded one after another!

The snow wall flickered intermittently, yet remained standing. The enormous icy hand seemed somewhat regretful, shaking off some of the ice crystals that had been blasted away, before continuing to probe deeper. Finally, people saw it—it was an ice and snow giant, seven or eight meters tall, its body composed of clear blue ice blocks, and within it, a large number of shells, bullets, corpses, and building fragments were quietly sealed.

It approached slowly, each step accompanied by a deafening roar, raising clouds of snow and mist.

“That’s…that’s…” a soldier said with a horrified expression, “That’s the spire of St. John’s Cathedral!”

"And a steam boiler!"

"Are those people... wearing Royal Navy uniforms?"

“No… Newport…” A soldier covered his face in anguish.

Forty miles southeast of Speyside lies Newport, one of the Empire’s most important port cities, named after the first ship to discover the New World that set sail from here. It later developed into the naval base of the Second Royal Navy and the busiest trading port in the east.

St. John's Cathedral is a famous attraction there. The towering Gothic cathedral took forty years to build and used a lot of steel mechanical structures. Powered by a steam engine, the icons rotate and rise and fall, and different themed stained glass windows and sculptures change for different festivals. All of this is automatically controlled by a differential engine and is hailed as a "model of the new era church".

But at this moment, the cathedral spire is silent within the chest of the frost giant, the broken steam boilers are still in the ice crystals, and soldiers in Royal Navy uniforms and some of the steamship's cannons are also sealed within.

"How could this be... the Royal Navy..." The soldiers' eyes widened, and their morale instantly plummeted.

The Royal Navy is the glory of Albion, a sword that traverses the world. In people's hearts, even if the capital, Lundin, suffers a terrible fate, the Empire's army will surely survive, defeat all enemies, and connect the Empire's territories.

But now, while it's uncertain whether the Second Royal Navy still exists, at least the enemy is still alive and has come to Speyside.

Xilun looked equally grim and somewhat dejected.

The appearance of the Ice Giant implies one thing—Spese's existence until now may only be due to luck, as the enemy's main fighting force is attacking other places.

Therefore, there was no news from Lundin, and the imperial army was nowhere to be found.

So they may never receive aid.

The ice crystals floating beside Raine seemed to have found a master, transforming into a torrent of icy blue, cheering and leaping around the ice giant.

The giant pointed a finger, and his body shrank slightly, but all the dead miniature ice men came back to life and fell to the ground one by one.

Red and blue plasma flowed through Raine's body as he knelt silently on the ground, like a statue forged by lightning.

Xilun sighed, and a holy healing spell fell upon him.

With a formidable enemy at hand, let's first help the top combatants here... After all, Rein only wants his own life, but these guys outside want everyone's life.

But when the light of Holy Healing fell on Raine, he suddenly waved his hand and dispelled the light!
He slowly stood up and said in a voice thick with electronic noise, "Mind your own business!"

He leaped into the air, his body enveloped in blue lightning. He raised his right hand high, and a blinding purple bolt of lightning transformed into a sharp weapon like a short spear. Anyone who saw its tip would be blinded. The entire area below the city was transformed into a huge electric field, and the wind and snow stopped at that moment.

Then, he suddenly threw it down!
(End of this chapter)