Ice Vapor Goddess

Chapter 68 The Name Bearer

Himil collapsed to the ground, his two halves crawling on the floor, but they could not be put back together no matter what.

He let out an incomprehensible cry, and the wounds on his body scalded by the sacred fire turned a suffocating white, but Xiren only held the sword.

He looked at the dying frost giant, a sense of sorrow filling his senses, and the human-like posture and emotions aroused his pity.

The right half of its body slowly crawled to Xilun's feet, and ice spikes broke off from its weak arm, reaching towards Xilun as if in supplication.

Xilun gripped his sword with both hands, pointing it vertically downwards, the flames burning silently in the mournful wind and snow.

He hesitated for a moment.

“May the Father forgive your debts and mine,” he said, making the sign of the cross on his chest.

Then, the sword pierced down!
The sacred flame spread from the wound to the entire remains of Himir's body, and a miserable howl of pain rang out, shaking the entire magic field.

Unnoticed by everyone, above the clouds, the ice-blue sphere flickered.

It cast its gaze northwards towards Albion, to that inconspicuous little place where there was almost no divine response, except for a few red mercury jars.

There, a Name Holder—though the weakest and most cowardly—was on the verge of death.

Frost Giant Himil.

He was timid and cowardly, unwilling to fight, and extremely weak, but at least he was a man of name, a giant who had left his mark.

Then, an invisible ice rainbow crossed the barriers of time and space, passed over the golden, green, and black defensive walls, and landed there, next to the Northern Holy Throne.

The sky fell silent for a moment, as if something had descended.

A sense of impending doom grew stronger, as if encountering a natural enemy, or facing a towering typhoon or tsunami. Everyone felt an overwhelming and irresistible force amidst their immense insignificance.

The flames then subsided at an extremely rapid pace and quickly retreated back to the tip of the sword. Xilun felt the oxygen rapidly decreasing—he was gradually suffocating!

His face turned red, and he looked pained.

The next moment, a frenzied cloud formation gathered in the sky! Beneath the anvil-shaped cloud, a chaotic vortex rapidly formed, with a blue-purple thunderstorm brewing within it. The vast sea of ​​clouds entered from thousands of miles away, and the violent air pressure ravaged the earth.

Even the air was ionized, people's hair stood on end, and a pressure as solid as cast iron enveloped Xilun before blasting everyone away.

The wind and snow seemed to rage, and calamity descended from the sky, the icy sphere suddenly projecting even more chill.

The terrifying rage made Siron feel as if the world was collapsing. Countless war drums pounded in his ears, then his eardrums ruptured, and bright red blood flowed down from both sides.

It was angry, angry that Siron had tried to kill a frost giant.

Xilun blushed and tried to pierce the blade, but the longsword was repeatedly forced out of Ximir's body by the immense force.

His loose, multi-layered wool clothing was squeezed together, making him feel as if he were inside a sealed bag, constantly being squeezed and contracted inwards. His lungs could no longer expand in the instant they contracted, and there was no air to breathe.

His brain began to lack oxygen, and his consciousness began to blur, but his hands were still exerting force, and the last embers of fire clung to the sword.

People outside wanted to save him, but the air was as hard as rock, and neither knives nor guns could budge him an inch.

"What's going on!" Mathilde roared, her orange hair flying in the wind, but she could only watch as the clouds gathered wildly in the sky.

Kyle returned from afar—a royal knight with the power of holy fire. It wouldn't be difficult for him to deal with those little ice men; they weren't strong fighters, but they were troublesome because they were hard to kill.

"What happened!" He ran over in a panic. After taking down the last ice man, he saw the terrifying clouds in the sky and ran straight down into the vortex.

But he received no reply, and could only see Xilun's posture as he thrust his sword downwards.

The blade was completely expelled from Himil's body, and even his body, which had been scorched by the holy fire, was repaired by some unknown force. His two halves of his body came together, and he slowly stood up.

He seemed taller than before, and his features were more refined; one could almost see the sculpted shape of his large beard. Bang!

Kyle fired. He loaded the hexagonal bullet into a regular rifle, which, although not airtight, could still fire.

The Holy Blood Bullet only flew a few meters before stopping, barely entering the air pressure barrier.

It's all over.

People thought desperately.

Why is this happening? This never happened when Raine killed that giant! Kyle thought frantically.

Xilun was slowly lifted into the air. He had almost lost consciousness, and only the invisible barrier maintained his posture.

But there was nothing they could do; all they could do was pray.

Arthur gripped the cross tightly, Kyle ran his trembling hand over the bullet box, and Joseph clutched his Roman collar, seemingly struggling to breathe.

Himil raised his hand.

The enemy in front of him was already trapped in mid-air; he could take revenge with just a wave of his hand.

He stared angrily at Siren, at this tiny human who had almost killed him completely.

His body was restored by the great power, and his rage burst forth from his pupils.

Kill you!

"Our Father in heaven."

"Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."

People prayed in silence.

In these final moments, in their most helpless moments, all they could do was pray.

Reality always destroys human life in all sorts of inexplicable and unreasonable ways, such as a thunderbolt, a typhoon, a drought, or a flood.

When the real world arbitrarily destroys the order and cognitive system established by mankind in such a barbaric way, it impacts the human spirit with unbearable pain.

They can only pray.

"May You protect our shepherd, may You save his life."

But Mathilde looked around; she had never been a devout believer—not even a believer—and had lost her faith when her parents and the uncles and aunts in the neighborhood were driven to the brink of madness by tithes and indulgences.

She looked into the distance, trying to find something that might be of use.

Then she saw the two red mercury carriages.

In the more distant sky, amidst the seemingly apocalyptic thunderstorm, more and more golden light began to shine.

It seemed to possess a frail quality, yet wherever it went, all was utterly silent.

Xiren had lost consciousness; suffocation had rendered him unconscious, every rib was being squeezed, and every breath of air had been taken away from him—but it wasn't some powerful ability, it was just anger.

His sheer anger had completely rendered him powerless to resist.

All that remained in his mind was the surging unconsciousness, countless memories and dreams intertwined, stitched together, gushing forth, and switching...

(End of this chapter)