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Elder Antal suggested, "Your Holiness, allow me to lead a group forward to investigate first."

"There's no need for that, Elder,"

Ella raised one hand high and said, "Everyone, smash these statues."

Having sensed the presence of magic, Ella didn't wait until these things actually started moving before yelling for everyone to defend themselves. Without much hesitation, she immediately ordered everyone to attack the statues from a distance.

"Uh?"

Elder Antal and the arcanists of the Sanctuary might have been a little surprised as to why they were wasting magic and ammunition to destroy these stones, but the players understood the decision perfectly.

They may not have such keen perception, but their mindset inherited from Earth makes them unafraid to attack anything that looks uncomfortable.

Lead bullets, arrows, fireballs, explosives... all sorts of long-range attacks rained down like raindrops, instantly smashing half of the statues in the hall to pieces.

Just as the destruction was raging, the blood-red moonlight pierced through the clouds, eerily illuminating the massive statue in the center.

Those wings, large enough to blot out the sky, began to tremble slowly, shaking off the dust and revealing the majestic wolf-shaped outline beneath.

Among the attacks, only this statue remained unbreakable, seemingly impervious to any physical or magical attack.

"Ouch——"

The stone-carved winged giant wolf let out a mournful howl that shattered the silence. The sound waves surged like a tidal wave, making everyone feel dizzy and as if their souls were being torn apart.

Fortunately, the next moment, several group purifications from the priests spread among the crowd, promptly dispelling the abnormal status.

“This is… Yalsa, the Frostwolf! Your Majesty, this is a member of the retinue of the vampire queen Isadora.”

Elder Antar, a native of the old Valen, immediately recognized the origin of the statue.

"Your Holiness, please be careful. The servants, blessed by the Queen's blood, possess a portion of their master's power. Legend has it that it is a descendant of Fenrir, the Twilight Wolf, and contains divine qualities. Countless heroes of kingdoms have fallen beneath its claws."

As the elder finished speaking, the small statues that were about to be destroyed all flapped their wings and flew up from the base, baring their teeth and claws as they charged toward the crowd.

Chapter 167 Frostbone Wolf

How can there be something from mythology? Ella grimaced, a bit annoyed.

However, considering that the vampire queen is a legendary figure, it's normal for her to have some well-known and powerful monsters protecting her.

Ella, of course, could no longer hold back. She stuck the torch into the bracket on the wall, her deep red pupils narrowing slightly as she locked onto the giant wolf's pitch-black eyes.

The scepter was passed to her left hand, while her right hand rested on the exquisite hilt of the sword with its snow-white scabbard at her waist.

The wolf with wings on its back bent its forelegs slightly. Awakening from its slumber, it opened its eyes and looked at the ant-like humans before it. A low, hoarse voice came from its throat.

“Foolish humans, how dare you invade the holy land of my Lord.”

It stretched out its body and dragged three deep furrows on the ground with its sharp claws, intending to take advantage of those humans who dared to offend the holy land. But the next moment, a chilling aura pierced its soul like a sharp sword.

Its gaze no longer wandered, but instead fixed intently on the petite figure in the distance.

This was a feeling Yasar hadn't experienced in his long life, and even though the statue could only bear a portion of its true power, it shouldn't feel...dangerous when facing a human.

"who are you?"

A sense of confusion arose in the giant wolf's heart, but it still arched its back and flapped its huge wings to summon a biting, icy wind that enveloped its body.

“I am the Holy Maiden of Light from the Sanctuary, Ella Heviel.”

Ella replied softly, "There are villains who are not vampires trying to use this place to bring disaster to the city. Please allow us to pass through and stop them."

"A villain who doesn't belong to the vampire clan?"

The giant wolf lowered its ferocious gaze. "Nonsense! I only see a swarm of insects invading the majesty of my lord."

The next moment, its massive body shot out like an arrow, carrying the icy whistling force straight toward Ella.

No matter who they are, anyone who dares to offend the holy land of our Lord shall perish here!

"Tsk, I thought we could talk it out, looks like I'll have to beat them up first." Ella sighed.

Seeing the terrifying force of the giant wolf charging towards them, the players and saints near the entrance all looked terrified.

The earth-shaking, desolate scene of ice shards filling the sky was beyond anything they had ever seen before. The residual power of the immense magical energy alone made the legs of those in the front row tremble.

"My God... is this still a monster...?"

"God... I feel like I shouldn't have gone into this tower..."

Among the crowd, only Ella remained calm, her beautiful red eyes reflecting the unstoppable figure of the giant wolf. Then, she leaned forward slightly, her slender hand gripping the hilt of her sword, and took a step forward to face the giant wolf.

Her petite and delicate figure caused her white skirt to flutter, like dancing snowflakes that instantly passed through the dark battlefield.

The gargoyles swooped down in an attempt to kill the arrogant figure, but in the end, they couldn't even manage to brush against a single scrap of his clothes.

The giant wolf Yasar leaped up, swung its massive claws, and roared as it slammed them down on the tiny human figure that had rushed to its feet in an instant.

But as it slammed down on the earth, creating spiderweb-like cracks, the pure white figure was nowhere to be seen amidst the rising dust.

The beast's eyes rolled, scanning the dusty ground, and then a sense of crisis suddenly arose, making it feel as if it had a thorn in its side.

It immediately turned its wolf head, and its fierce gaze barely caught the ghostly figure flashing above its head.

But at that moment, Ella's rapier was already drawn.

The cold light reflected the giant wolf's eyes, and the sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, traced a crescent moon-like arc in mid-air.

That was a deadly sword aura, which transformed into a dazzling silver light and pierced into the giant wolf's neck. At that moment, the hard obsidian on its surface burst forth with a metallic clang as it was forcibly chiseled open.

Amidst the incredulous gazes of the players and saints, the giant wolf's imposing and resilient body howled as it rolled to its side, its arrogant head crashing heavily onto the floor.

But Ella's offensive did not stop. After slashing out with her sword, she immediately twirled the rapier in her hand, turning the slash into a thrust, and the sharp point of the blade fell from the air, pointing directly at the giant wolf's wide-open eyes.

“Ouch——!!!”

The giant wolf, of course, would not sit idly by and wait to die. It immediately rolled over and slapped Ella from below with its claws.

But as Ella softly chanted, magic flowed into the scepter in her left hand, instantly opening a cyan magic circle beneath her. A surging wind surged from it, lifting her body like a butterfly as it gracefully traversed the air, avoiding the claw attack.

However, this also bought Yasar time to get up. It took the opportunity to roll over and use its tough back to block the sword thrust from Aila.

The silvery-white blade grazed the surface of the stone statue, sparking countless sparks, but this time it only left a shallow scratch.

The attack that cleaved through the surface of the stone statue earlier was caused by Ella's Grandmaster-level "Draw Sword Slash" sword technique, but this wave was just a simple stab, so it was originally aimed at the giant wolf's most vulnerable area, its eyes.

However, once the opponent reacts and neutralizes the attack, the sword strike will no longer possess the powerful force that sword techniques unleash by expending a large amount of physical strength when it strikes the surface of the stone.

This put Yasar at ease. It felt that the terrifying sword technique that had almost pierced its stone neck just now could not be used casually, otherwise the sharpness of that sword would be too illogical.

However, the girl's strength was indeed surprising enough, after all, her sword strike just now had the power of a grandmaster.

But this human girl looks only fifteen or sixteen years old—is it because the years it slept after its fall were too long, and the talents of humans today have become so powerful?

It's no wonder the master expressed his concerns. If this guy grows a few more years, he'll probably be able to rival the strength he's accumulated over thousands of years. And this is just one of them. Who knows how many monsters like this can be born from the tens of millions of humans?

However… Yasar looked at Ella, who landed lightly in front of him, and said in a deep voice, “Interesting. I acknowledge your strength, young lady. However, there is still an insurmountable gap between us now.”

"Ok?"

Ella tilted her head slightly, wondering what this guy was suddenly saying.

"Humans, witness a power that truly transcends the mortal realm!"

With a roar, sharp cones of ice, formed from the polar ice, spread and rose from the ground beneath its feet like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The chilling aura broke free of its restraints and gathered into a terrifying storm around it.

All the firelight in the hall was extinguished in an instant, darkness descended, and the chilling current caused an endless, bone-chilling cold to rise from the soles of everyone's feet.

"Holy Maiden, beware! This is Yasar's blood magic inherited from the Queen!!"

Elder Antal shouted a reminder.

According to the records of Valen's campaign against the vampires, the blood magic of Yasar, the Frostbone Wolf, once froze half a valley with a single blow, leaving no trace of the corpses of tens of thousands of human soldiers.

Although this stone statue Yasar may not be able to unleash its full power, it is by no means a force to be underestimated.

Of course... this applies to ordinary people.

In the darkness, Ella simply wiped the frost from her face with her finger, brought it to her lips, and licked it lightly with her little tongue. Her crimson eyes looked at the menacing giant wolf and suddenly revealed a sly glint. "Hey, I was just thinking about what would be the best way to handle this with so many people watching... But thanks for turning off the lights."

Chapter 168 The Bronze Door

"In the name of my Lord Arcana, I call upon the storm of extreme ice, O frost, freeze all things!"

Yasar uttered ancient syllables, and a massive, blood-red magic circle unfurled before it. With a sudden flap of its wings, a chilling icy wind erupted instantly.

The frost-covered magic surged forth like a tsunami several meters high, sweeping across the land and raising thousands of ice cones like a carpet, freezing the air itself in an instant.

The players from Mist City who were defending against the gargoyles at the entrance had never seen such a horrifying sight before. Several priests stared wide-eyed and hurriedly chanted incantations to create a barrier of holy light.

But before the mighty frost storm could even touch them, the sky illuminated by the holy light suddenly turned pitch black.

The light outside the crowd was instantly swallowed up, and even the blood-red moonlight shining in from the door disappeared.

"Huh? What happened? Why is it suddenly so dark?"

Some surprised players exclaimed in surprise, and the priests stopped chanting, but most of the people in the hall were still completely bewildered.

"Rumble"

They could feel the floor beneath their feet trembling, perhaps caused by the turmoil from the recent ice storm.

But they were as if they had been abruptly covered by a black pot, and could see nothing except for the barrier radiating golden light around them.

Beyond this dense darkness, the raging storm of ice gradually subsided, and a sudden, enormous black cocoon appeared at the entrance of the hall. Ice shards condensed on its surface, yet could not penetrate it even slightly.

The giant wolf Yasar's eyes widened as it saw the enormous pupa seemingly still wriggling slightly, and a chilling, ominous aura emanated from it.

This vaguely evoked distant memories buried deep in its mind, and a terrifying conjecture suddenly surged into its heart.

"You!?? How could you...!?"

"Shh-"

A melodious murmur rang out, and only then did Yasar notice the tip of his nose, where the graceful young woman was standing.

Under the cold light reflected by the icicles, the weakening wind stirred her soft silver hair, and the girl's deep red eyes curved into two crescent moons, a sly smile playing on her lips.

The slender sword in her hand was transformed into a scythe that appeared to be forged from black flesh and blood by the fine tentacles that emerged from her sleeves.

"It's time to step down, Mr. Wolf."

A soft "goodnight" rang out, and a scythe formed from tentacles slashed down Yasar's head in an instant.

The blade, imbued with dark divine power, silently pierced through the sturdy stone statue, cleaving it in two.

After obtaining the Sprout of Life, Ella's control and application of her divine power have reached a new level. Although she cannot replicate the power at the level of laws like she can replicate divine authority, she can still use her divine power to unleash the sword skills or spells she has mastered to greatly enhance their power.

The sword strikes imbued with the divine power of life were even more powerful than the spatial slashes triggered by Lucyville's divine authority.

As darkness faded and light shone in again, the players saw only the chilling ice spikes that covered the earth and the magnificent sight of the giant wolf statue crashing to the ground and shattering.

In the distance, the saint's figure stood gracefully amidst the collapsing stone statues and the billowing dust, her spotless white dress fluttering in the wind.

She gracefully sheathed her rapier, turned slightly, and glanced at the crowd with her starry eyes that shimmered with a metallic glow.

"Is everyone okay?"

What happened? The giant wolf just collapsed?

This reflects the feelings of most people at this moment, while Elder Antar, who has a deeper understanding of the giant wolf's strength, is even more astonished.

Although the Holy Maiden had previously demonstrated her divine skill of splitting open a plaza when intimidating the vampires, witnessing firsthand the legendary Frostbone Wolves, a member of the Queen's retinue that inspired fear in all, was still far too shocking for him.

The moves he uses seem to have nothing to do with holy light. Is he truly the chosen one of the God of Light, or some other god like Ares, the God of War?

"The Holy Maiden is mighty!!!"

However, this did not dampen the excitement of the players, who raised their hands and cheered. Even such a terrifying monster had fallen to the saintess, so what were the remaining scattered gargoyles?

Perhaps the statue of the Frostbone Wolf is special, because even the Blood Moon could not repair and revive it after it shattered.

With high morale, everyone, led by Ella, marched forward and broke through the empty hall.

Behind the main hall, which was originally guarded by the giant wolf statue, lies the staircase leading to the upper level.

The stairs are a spiral structure that goes up the tower. After defeating the first wave of gargoyles, no other enemies were encountered on the stairs.

Ella used her staff to summon a glowing light, leading the group forward in the darkness.

Listening to the noise behind her, she vaguely recalled the days in her previous life when she marched with her comrades in the rebel army across the Valley of Desolation to the western frontier of Aslan.

In that dark valley teeming with poisonous insects and snakes, countless players, clad in armor and wielding glowstone-encrusted lampsticks, waded through swamps and jungles, battling monsters and undead in the darkness. Each blue dot stretching for miles at night symbolized a small team.