Chapter 1037: The Girl of Treasures
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ice Storm’s fangs were deeply embedded in her lips.
The flowing blood was embedded with strands of light patterns that were as thin as hair.
Casanova’s question was something she could not answer because she did not know why she had such a special const.i.tution either.
Advanced orcs usually did not reject mixed-bloods.
Whether it was ogres, mountain giants, ice barbarians, or mixed-blood abyssfolk, it did not matter.
Many advanced orcs even traveled through the mountains and rivers to challenge the hill giants and trolls, as well as to seek a mate.
There was no other reason.
It was because the hill giants and trolls were big enough.
In the advanced orcs’ aesthetics, the bigger they were, the more beautiful they would be.
Defeating a bigger opponent and conquering a bigger-sized orc of the opposite s.e.x would, of course, show their valor.
As long as the vast majority of mixed-bloods had unparalleled strength, they would be recognized and favored by the clan. Through the Blood Bestowing Ceremony, they would become pure Turan warriors.
If they were weak, they would be lowly rat people.
As for the rat people’s bloodline, no one cared about it.
Only a mix with the Holy Light humans was absolutely forbidden.
That was because the advanced orcs’ totem power and Holy Light humans’ Holy Light power would often clash with each other, causing the mixed-bloods to choose only one power.
Even the one they chose would be constantly disturbed and eroded by the other power, making it extremely weak and unstable.
Basically, an advanced orc and Holy Light human hybrid was a ticking time bomb on the battlefield. No one knew what would happen when they activated their extraordinary power. They might explode and die, so it was not unusual for their teammates to be affected.
As early as tens of millions of years ago, because both sides were constantly attacking each other, hybrids were very common.
Whether it was the advanced orcs or the Holy Light humans, both had the intention of a.s.similating the hybrids and using their own bloodlines to completely conquer the enemy’s bloodlines.
However, as they meditated, cultivated, and fought, the incidents that went out of control kept happening and became increasingly serious. Gradually, the hybrids of advanced orcs and the Holy Light humans were thought to have been cursed by the true G.o.d, as well as the ancestral spirit at the same time. They were ominous and unclean existences who should not have been born in this world. As a result, they were met with the unanimous hostility from the two factions.
Until now, it was rare to see such a special hybrid.
Even if the advanced orcs and the Holy Light humans had given birth to a child for some reason, they would often think of a way to make the child die in the womb or drown when the child was born.
It was not considered cruelty.
It was the greatest mercy that parents could give to a child who was carrying a tragic fate.
The child could die painlessly without knowing anything about the cruelty of this world.
It was to prevent the child from becoming an enemy of the entire world when he or she grew up.
Ice Storm did not know why she was different from the other hybrids.
When she showed her advanced orc side, she was able to fully display the ancestral spirit power that originated from her father. Even totem armors as powerful as the Mithril Ripper approved of her control.
It should be known that when the other hybrids tried to install their totem armor, their armor would not always silently take form. The armor would remain in a liquid metal state and be unwilling to rush into the hybrid’s body.
It would directly turn a hybrid into a deformed monster that blended flesh and metal, an Origin Warrior.
When Ice Storm suppressed the power from her father and raised the power of Holy Light from her mother to the extreme, she was akin to someone who had stood guard in the long night for decades. It was as if she had used the blood of countless demons and orcs, like a night watcher who watered her devotion to the true G.o.d. She did not need to meditate for too long or chant too many incantations to instantly activate powerful magic and even divine spells.
Casanova was right.
Obviously, she was not a devout believer of the true G.o.d.
She did not believe a single word about the power of Holy Light that would eventually purify the entire land.
She was not the only one who did not believe it. Her mother was a non-believer too.
The only relationship the mother and daughter had with the night watchers was probably when she was young, she had been hunted by the night watchers for ten years. She had been like a rat on the street, hiding and running all over the land of Holy Light.
Perhaps, only her father knew the answer.
She knew why an advanced orc and a witch who had been exiled, hunted, cursed, hated and feared by everyone could give birth to an evil child without any effort. They could use the purest power of Holy Light.
Therefore, Ice Storm had to find her father.
Before she was destroyed by this world, she had to figure out the truth and the meaning of her journey to this world.
If she wanted to find her father, she had to escape Black-corner City.
If she wanted to escape Black-corner City, she had to escape Casanova’s evil hands first.
In an instant, the light in the eyes of the snow leopard warrior, or the Frost Queen, became extremely intense and condensed.
She thought of the things that the Reaper had taught her in the past month.
Ice Storm felt that the most important thing that this mysterious man with black hair and eyes had taught her was not the mysterious way of exerting strength, the extremely powerful saber techniques, or the ingenious tactics.
It was his way of thinking.
He was as calm as an icicle, as sharp as a razor, and at times, he was as secretive as a venomous snake hiding in the depths of a swamp.
The most important thing about his way of thinking was that no matter how dangerous the situation was, one should not give up easily.
One should always remain sharp, always maintain confidence, and always maintain the will to fight.
If you think that this is already the worst situation, then no matter what, things won’t get any worse, right?
Sensing Ice Storm’s subtle psychological changes, Casanova remained silent for a moment.
“Ice Storm, you’re truly my treasure. You are a great miracle.”
Casanova chuckled. “Let’s see how long your miracle can last, then!”
The iron bars that were as thick as arms on one side of the dungeon slowly rose again with the sharp and ear-piercing sound of gears grinding together. They revealed the dark tunnel behind them.
A strong b.l.o.o.d.y smell came from the tunnel, and two pairs of red eyes that were like ghostly flames appeared.
Two ferocious figures with protruding teeth and metal exoskeletons slowly emerged from the darkness.
When they saw the corpse of their own kind that had been shattered by Ice Storm in the dungeon, the fierce light in their eyes grew more intense. However, their movements became more cautious. One on the left and one on the right, they circled Ice Storm continuously.
Ice Storm snorted coldly, no longer holding back her strength.
As her lips trembled slightly but at an extremely high speed, her silent incantation stirred up circles of light patterns that continuously revolved around her arms. In the end, they gathered into flames of light that she tightly clenched in her hand.
When the two Tusk Growlers leaped high at the same time, pouncing toward her chest and the back of her head, Ice Storm’s arms shook. The flame of light that she clenched in her hand seemed to be injected with a large amount of accelerant, and the milky-white flame suddenly shot up to the height of three or five arms, forming two curved light blades
The patterns on their surface and the serrated edges made them look like two crystal-clear, shiny wings that covered Ice Storm’s chest and back.
The two Growlers collided with the shining wings.
It was as if they had collided with a burning iron wall.
“Chi chi, chi chi” sounds were immediately emitted from the contact surface.
On the exoskeleton that seemed to be made of metal, a large number of what seemed like black scorch marks were left behind.
The two Tusk Growlers screamed at the same time, and the wings of light shoved them back.
Ice Storm’s eyes were shining in all directions. Under the cover of the wings of light, her body turned into a bolt of lightning, and she caught up to one of the Tusk Growlers.
Swoosh!
The wings of light turned into blades and easily cut into the joints of the Tusk Growler that was not covered by a metal exoskeleton.
With the swallowing and spitting of the flames, the blades of light pierced straight into the Tusk Growler’s body. After cutting off all its joints, they turned into hundreds of beams of light and drilled out from every part of its body.
The Tusk Growler did not even have time to scream. It was like a puppet that had all its strings cut off. It fell to the ground and could not move.
At that moment, the other Tusk Growler roared behind Ice Storm.
As it roared, circles of air ripples expanded and exploded along with the sound waves. Even the entire dungeon shook along with it. It felt like in the next second, the four walls and the ten thousand tons of rocks on the ceiling would collapse with a loud bang.
Ice Storm narrowed her eyes and swung her arms. Then, her wings of light spun and actually split into hundreds of shiny feathers that were as thin as cicada wings.
Hundreds of shiny feathers dragged out gorgeous rays of light and shot toward the Tusk Growler like a storm.
Although most of the feathers were blocked by the Tusk Growler’s metal exoskeleton and only a black mark that looked like it was burned by high temperature was left behind…
Since the Tusk Growler had opened its b.l.o.o.d.y mouth to launch a sound wave attack, a large number of feathers still shot directly into the depths of its throat and pierced through its upper jaw and into its brain.
The Tusk Growler’s roar came to an abrupt end.
What spurted out from the depths of its throat was no longer a fatal sound wave, but a large ma.s.s of broken flesh.
Even its eyeb.a.l.l.s were blinded by the feathery Holy Light, turning into two holes that spewed out red spring water.
The pitiful beast was in so much pain that it rolled on the ground.
Even the incomparably st.u.r.dy metallic exoskeleton on its body gradually disintegrated, turning into its liquid metal form. It was as though it was unwilling to live on this hopeless beast’s body.
However, before Ice Storm came forward to use the light blade to give it a quick death…
It was smashed into pieces by a huge bone hammer that shone with a metallic l.u.s.ter.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the depths of the tunnel, a shock that was comparable to the bombardment of dwarf cannons was heard.
A huge totem beast squeezed into the dungeon.
It looked like a giant crocodile wearing heavy armor.
Its layers of armor were covered with terrifying spikes.
A hammer-shaped bone tumor protruded from both sides of its head.
The end of its tail, which was longer than five arms and more flexible than its tentacles, also had a bone hammer that was longer than one arm and looked like a meteor hammer.
It was this bone hammer that had smashed the Tusk Growler into meat paste just now.
“Ankylosaurus!”
Ice Storm gritted her teeth.
She did not think that there would be such a terrifying totem beast in the Blood Skull Arena!