In the alliance, the more they attack me, the stronger I become!

He is no longer in Cheng Xiao's body...

Before, they had to be sealed together because they shared the same body, but now...

That is to say...

"Cheng Xiao, I have a chance to rescue you!"

Chapter 89 If You Don’t Help, There Are Plenty of Demigods to Help

Lissandra was a little dazed when she woke up from her dream.

She felt her body and recalled everything she had just seen in her dream... She seemed to be hugging Cheng Xiao, and the warm touch was so real.

And when we fight the devil together...

Coupled with the previous battle with Xiong Ling, she suddenly realized one thing - she is not completely penniless now, nor is she without anyone to rely on.

For thousands of years, she had shouldered all the pressure alone, shouldering the entire responsibility of guarding the Void Watcher. She trusted no one, and no one possessed the ability or qualifications she needed to trust.

But now... she realized that Cheng Xiao might be more than just a "collection".

His most conservative effect is to feed the watchers with endless dreams, allowing them to continue sleeping soundly in the ice. And the more optimistic effect...

Maybe he could solve this problem forever.

Perhaps such a heavy responsibility is unrealistic for him now, but Lissandra sees unprecedented potential in him...that terrifying growth rate and willpower are beyond the reach of even the great demigods.

If he is given enough time to continue growing, maybe...

An inexplicable throbbing surged in Lissandra's heart, and the previous feeling of helplessness and uneasiness seemed to disappear at this moment.

Cheng Xiao let her know that she was not fighting alone.

Thousands of years since the days of the Three Sisters, she had once again found that feeling of being able to rely on others.

This idea was shameful for a Freljord woman, and even more unacceptable for the proud Frost Witch... but she was really tired.

For thousands of years, she has single-handedly guarded the monsters beneath the abyss. During this time, she has endured countless crises, each requiring her to fight tooth and nail, even risking her life. She is the Frost Witch, but she is also human, and she has her limits.

She needs rest too.

Also needs...care.

"call……"

Lissandra breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and headed straight for the ice sculpture in the corridor.

Through the solid, thick ice, she could feel Cheng Xiao's body—every inch of it. From the inside out, whether it was shape, length, or width, she could feel it with perfect precision.

What made her extremely happy was that she could no longer sense any demonic aura from Cheng Xiao.

Before, their souls were intertwined and shared the same body. When she sensed Cheng Xiao, she would also sense the devil's breath, but now... they have been completely separated.

The demon's soul and energy all returned to the terrifying giant sword, and only Cheng Xiao's own soul resided in his body.

Just like in the dream... She and Cheng Xiao really forced the devil back... and forced it back into the sword...

Moreover, the demon fell into a short sleep.

His aura was extremely steady, without the slightest fluctuation, like a sleeping lion. Although dangerous, he was also reassuringly quiet.

There is no doubt that now is the best time to rescue Cheng Xiao.

If we could extract Cheng Xiao's body from the Zhen Bing while the demon was asleep, and then let the remaining Zhen Bing continue to freeze the giant sword, then they would be separated... Cheng Xiao would be saved...

But this presents a difficult problem—

"What should I do to unlock the seal of Zhenbing..."

Lissandra frowned, unable to think of any solution for a moment.

She can use True Ice magic to freeze anything by sacrificing her life, but she does not have the ability to melt the True Ice.

If we refer to the Void Watchers in the Howling Abyss...the only way for them to break the seal is to use their powerful force to directly shatter the True Ice and regain their freedom.

If you break the ice...

With her strength, it's impossible to do that.

So... throw the ice sculpture into the Forge God's furnace to slowly melt it? Or ask the Forge God to use his hammer to directly chisel away the True Ice?

No, neither of them will work... Using such a rough method to rescue Cheng Xiao will definitely awaken the sleeping demon, causing the crisis of world destruction to come again.

It was necessary to use a special technique or method to dissolve the frozen part of Cheng Xiao and rescue her without waking up the demon...

So how can we do this?

Lissandra couldn't think of it, and she was sure that the two little girls, Ashe and Sejuani, couldn't think of it either.

In addition, it would be best for her not to reveal this matter to anyone now, and not let the outside world know that Cheng Xiao has the possibility of regaining her freedom - she has no good solution, and other people can't help, but may attract some cunning villains with ulterior motives.

So, if I were to ask for help from others now, who would be the best choice...

Lissandra thought for a moment.

But after thinking about it, she felt that only the God of Forge might be able to help her.

It doesn't need to be melted by the flames of a furnace, nor can it be smashed directly with a hammer... but maybe the great demigod has another way?

He has always had great powers.

And he also showed enough love for Cheng Xiao...

"Thousands of years have passed, and when we have trouble, we can only turn to the great God of Forging..."

Lissandra shook her head in self-mockery, and finally used her magic to lift Cheng Xiao's ice sculpture.

"Cheng Xiao, I'll take you to Luxiang."

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Dang, Dang, Dang...

On the top of the mountain that reaches the clouds, a majestic figure is immersed in the silhouette of the fire.

Dang, Dang, Dang...

The hammer kept smashing down and lifting up, hitting back and forth on the anvil that was taller than a city wall, making bursts of crisp sounds.

Dang, Dang, Dang...

The great God of Smelting is immersed in his even greater cause. In his eyes, this vast world is a super furnace with no visible boundaries. All things in it will change their original shapes, either becoming magical weapons or scrap metal.

Dang, Dang, Dang...

In fact, not even Ornn himself could clearly explain what the object that immediately emerged from the hammer's blows was. It was distorted, yet it held a unique pattern. The crookedness was perfect, yet its exquisiteness was puzzling. A weapon? A shield? Or perhaps just a trinket unrelated to combat? No one could say for sure.

Ding, ding, ding... huh——

Ornn placed the shaped forging back into the furnace. The fire that erupted from the lid was even hotter than the volcano beneath his feet.

After doing all this, he wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and a look of satisfaction gradually emerged on his calm face - the world is so vast, and forging is probably the only thing that can make him feel happy and satisfied.

He sat down on the scorching floor that could roast a living person alive, and looked down at his body.

It was covered with scars and looked like it had been there for some time, but it was definitely not very old.

It was the scar left by the demon. Although he looked completely healed, he knew that injuries of this magnitude could not be healed quickly.

As soon as he started forging iron, he found that his physical strength had decreased a lot.

He waited in silence, hoping that after the fire went out he could take out another collection that would satisfy him.

Ten minutes, half an hour, two hours... half a day passed quickly. For a demigod with an infinite lifespan, the passage of time was often even more difficult to perceive.

After waiting for a long time, Ornn finally stood up.

But he did not open the furnace - because the time had not yet come.

He stood up because a guest had arrived.

The person who came did not hide his magical aura, revealing a hint of coldness.

Ornn was very familiar with this aura - he had seen it tens of millions of years ago in the ancient barbaric era.

But no matter how familiar it was, he didn't like this smell at all.

This is a liar. A cunning fraud.

Even if she behaved well last time, it would not change her despicable behavior of deceiving people.

"Humph……"

Two streams of hot air spurted out of the nostrils of the God of Forge, and then he turned his body around, facing away from the direction of the breath.

Soon, he heard an unpleasant voice: "I'm sorry to disturb you when you are busy, respected God of Forge."

The witch's tall and slender figure was accentuated by her white robe. Her hands rested flat on her stomach, and the delicate sleeves, like those of a ball gown, made her graceful demeanor even more elegant.

"I'm glad to see you're okay. I was worried you might not be fully recovered."

"Hmph, so hypocritical." Ornn wasn't polite at all, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Are you worried that I haven't recovered yet? Are you afraid that it would be inconvenient to trick me into doing things for you again?"

"Please rest assured, I won't lie to you again." Lissandra bowed sincerely, but then added, "But you're right about one thing—I do need your help."

"I knew that a cunning mortal like you would come to me for something." Ornn waved his hand irritably, and directly opened the furnace that had not yet completed smelting, preparing to extinguish the fire and leave.

But just as he was about to blow, he suddenly became aware of another breath - one he also didn't like.

It could even be described as an extreme hatred, the kind that demands a life-or-death struggle.

The breath of the devil.

"You guy..."

Ornn turned around and saw the Darkin sword in the ice sculpture at a glance.

He raised the hammer almost subconsciously.

"Please don't be nervous." Fortunately, Lissandra spoke in time: "Something happened not long ago. Now the demon has completely returned to his sword and is sleeping."

"And then?" Ornn's tone remained unfriendly.

"Then, now please focus your attention on the other part of this ice sculpture." Lissandra placed one hand on Zhenbing, and behind it was Cheng Xiao's cheek.

"Now that the demon's soul is no longer in Cheng Xiao's body, and the demon has fallen asleep, I think this is the best time to free Cheng Xiao."

"Hmm?" This surprised Ornn. He remained skeptical, though, and spoke firmly, "Do you still want me to shatter the True Ice? Regardless of whether the demon is truly dormant, if the seal is broken, it won't just be that mortal who will be freed."

"So my idea is that you keep the seal on this evil sword on the premise of releasing Cheng Xiao." Lissandra insisted.

Hearing this, Ornn laughed mockingly: "Do you think I'm the omnipotent creator?"

"I believe you have special means to do it."

"No."

"You could try..." Lissandra pursed her lips, still unwilling to give up. "Cheng Xiao is someone you've also taken a fancy to. Don't you want to try to rescue him?"

"Not interested." Ornn waved his hand dismissively. "Besides, he broke the sword I gave him. I'm very unhappy."

"This……"

"Let's go back."

"Respected God of Forging..."

"I can't help it, don't bother me."

Without waiting for Lissandra to finish her words, Ornn swung his hammer, and the strong wind he created almost blew Lissandra off the cliff.

Such a development was beyond Lissandra's expectations.

She hadn't expected Aoun to be so heartless and unwilling to seize this last chance to save Cheng Xiao...

If she relied on herself, this would really be an impossible dead end.

No...can't...