Chapter 757: Act 111 – Eternity XII
With a thud in Freya’s heart, a sharp sound pierced the air, a chilling wind grazed her cheek, severing a few strands of hair and leaving a blood mark on her face. “What was that?” The future Valkyrie widened her eyes and instinctively turned her head, just in time to see the object piercing the neck of Arleigh behind her. It was a sharp ice spear that entered from the left side of the knight’s neck and exited from the other side. The young Cruzian knight let out a scream and instantly bled profusely, toppling off his horse.
“Arleigh!” Freya could hardly believe what she saw. She turned back and noticed dense formations of Pale Sons in the forest, low growls emanating from them as the cold air gathered and swirled with their silver fur, forming rotating air masses, each revealing a sharp ice spear within.
Each ice spear was poised to strike—
Freya gasped, immediately realizing the perilous situation she was in. Without even the time to wipe the blood from her cheek, she turned to Nemeses behind her and said, “Senior Sister, find a way to wake the others; we need to break through!”
“What are you planning to do?” Nemeses’s gaze shifted slightly as she watched Freya grip the reins and charge outward.
“…It seems that thing recognizes me. Brendel told me about something similar. I don’t know what the bloodline of the War Goddess truly is, but perhaps I can try to draw their attention.”
Freya had already drawn the Lionheart Sacred Sword. She loosened the reins, clamped her legs, and galloped out along with her warhorse without hesitation.
Her last few words were almost drowned out by the sound of the wind.
Nemeses watched Freya’s retreating figure in the wind and snow, stunned for a moment, then she immediately turned back with a cold expression and grabbed the dazed Cruzian priest beside her.
Julian stood at the edge of the forest, leisurely rubbing his hands. He squinted as he witnessed Freya charging down the slope alone and couldn’t help but brighten—behind the girl, the thick white cloak fluttered in the wind like a pair of pure white wings. That scene was reminiscent of the description of the battle goddess charging in the battle poem—he smiled slightly, “What commendable courage. I didn’t expect to see such a sight in Erluin today. The princess is indeed remarkable.”
But before he could finish his words, the monster beside him coldly interrupted, “Why are you wasting time with them? Kill them while they are still unconscious!” The monster raised its head, and though it had no eyes, one could tell it was fixated on Freya’s direction. “I command you to kill that woman!”
“No, we should strike at those knights while they are still unconscious,” Marquis Julian retorted, slightly taken aback.
“Follow my orders! I command you to kill that woman!” the monster insisted stubbornly.
“But…” Marquis Julian wanted to say something more, but was abruptly thrown aside by the silver monster, crashing hard against a snow-covered pine tree, snow falling from the branches and covering his face. He lifted his head and saw the monster issuing orders to the wolf pack:
“Hurry, kill that woman!”
Julian’s eyes couldn’t help but flash with malice: “That damned fool!”
The white wolves let out a long howl, and in an instant, countless ice spears whistled towards Freya. The girl from Buche quickly turned her horse’s head and galloped away into the side of the forest. As a result, most of the ice spears fell behind her, with only a few striking her cloak, ripping it into tatters.
“Continue! Keep going!” the silver monster screeched in anger upon seeing this.
More ice spears rained down from the sky. This time, Freya could no longer evade. She looked up and saw the shining ice spears hurtling towards her, her whole body tensing in fear. Though she had witnessed a similar scene in Ampere Seale, this attack was focused solely on her. “So this is what it felt like for Brendel to fight alone back then…” Freya couldn’t help but think, and this fleeting thought allowed her to calm down at the last moment. Gritting her teeth, she swung the Lionheart Sacred Sword forward, the resulting wind cutting through a wide arc and shredding a massive number of ice spears into powder.
Yet a few dozen ice spears still broke through her defense, piercing her shoulders and waist, knocking her off her horse. Freya rolled in the snow, leaving a trail of blood, but she quickly gritted her teeth and got up, looking up to see a white line emerging. At the monster’s command, the white wolves surged out of the forest, seemingly abandoning the Cruzian knights and charging straight at her.
“Lady Martha, what the hell is happening…” Freya felt a moment of doubt; she couldn’t recognize that monster, but it seemed to have fixed its sights on her. The surging Pale Sons rushed towards her like a white wave, and as she lay on the ground, unable to escape, she felt her hands and feet turn cold: “Brendel…”
But at that moment, Nemeses finally woke the priest. “Quickly cast a protective spell!” she coldly commanded him.
“What’s going on?” The priest’s eyes were a bit dazed, as if he had just awakened from a dream.
But Nemeses didn’t waste time talking; she pushed him back. “Just look!” she coldly retorted.
The priest raised his head and noticed the current situation. “By Martha, the Pale Sons… aren’t they remnants of the Dusk?” He inhaled sharply, unable to help but exclaim, but turned around and immediately noticed Freya’s precarious state, startling him. He hurriedly shouted, “Hold on, Miss Freya!” At this moment, he didn’t have time to chant a spell. The priest hesitated for only a moment before tearing the flame sacred emblem from his robe and throwing it towards Freya’s direction with all his might.
It is well known that the sacred emblem worn by priests of the Temple of Fire carries powerful spells.
Just as the situation seemed urgent, a crimson light fell from the sky, forming a protective shield that enveloped the girl from Buche. The leading snow wolf collided with the shield, its massive head snapping with a crack, and the faint red light trembled violently, but the remains of the Pale Son splattered onto the pale red barrier.
Freya was momentarily stunned, but then she breathed a sigh of relief. She turned and gave the priest a grateful look.
At this moment, Nemeses was waking the others. The Cruzian knights seemed to finally realize their situation, naturally showing immense gratitude towards Freya for saving their lives. However, unfortunately, their commander was still trapped in the siege, albeit temporarily rescued by the protective spell.
Everyone understood this.
“We need to find a way to cut into the wolf pack, divide them from Miss Freya, and rescue her!” Xiao Peiluo said in response to the scene. But he frowned, revealing a worried expression: “But the wolf pack is too dense. I don’t know if we can do it!”
“We can only give it a try. Miss Nemeses, can you take the injured Arleigh away from here? That way, we can fight with all our might,” the other knights agreed.
But at this moment, the Cruzian priest, who received Freya’s grateful gaze, turned back: “I advise you not to do that. I have a better plan.”
“Mr. Priest, what do you have in mind?” Xiao Peiluo asked, slightly taken aback, looking at him.
“Leave this to me,” the priest said, glancing at everyone. “I will separate the wolf pack from Miss Freya; you will only have a few minutes to seize the opportunity.”
“What are you planning to do?”
“I will earnestly pray to the Path of Golden Flame. The fire shall burn away all evil, and the King of Fire will surely be with me.” The priest smiled slightly at everyone: “Rest assured, the Pale Sons were destroyed by the gods of order in legend; so it shall be today—”
“Lord Priest…”
The priest waved his hand: “Go, remember you are the pride of the Cruz, don’t keep the lady waiting too long.”
After saying this, he dismounted, gently adjusting his robe as he walked towards the wolf pack. Nemeses looked at him and couldn’t help but shout, “Wait!”
“What is the lady’s command?”
“What is your name?” Nemeses asked, frowning.
“I am the servant of the Golden Flame; my name is not important, but you may call me Miread,” the priest replied with a smile.
Nemeses silently nodded, “I will remember you, Miread.” With that, she turned her horse’s head, and all the other Cruzian knights looked at her. But the lady knight said nothing, the cold wind howled, yet there was a peculiar meaning in the icy, knife-like gusts.
The knights formed a charging line.
Miread faced the wolf pack, took a deep breath, and raised his hand. A golden flame split the dark clouds above and descended, engulfing his body in an instant. At that moment, this Cruzian priest shouted: “Sage, today I fulfill that promise engraved in the golden flame. The descendants of the eagle shall never bow to injustice and evil. Grant me your authority; let me perform your will and sweep away all evil in this world—”
In an instant, the flame pillar became bright, almost completely enveloping the priest, illuminating the entire forest. The golden glow brightened the eyes of Nemeses and the Cruzian knights and caught Freya’s attention as she resisted against the white wolves, turning in astonishment.
Everyone witnessed this moment.
Miread raised his hand high; his body was almost completely consumed by flames, transforming him into a ball of fire—this was due to the unbearable divine power obliterating the mortal form, but in the final moment of his existence on this earth, he swung his right hand downward in a decisive strike.
At that moment, in the dark night sky, a gigantic golden flame sword hundreds of meters long appeared over the forest, and the blade fell from the sky like a meteor, crashing heavily into the wolf pack.
At the instant the blade hit the ground, a bright explosion instantly engulfed countless white wolves. The dazzling sparks were Miread executing divine judgment upon the earth using the authority of the golden flame.
The flames blazed fiercely, and the wolf pack was divided in two.
Nemeses turned back; the golden firelight still illuminated her cheeks, but the lady knight said nothing, only loosening the reins.
“Xiao Peiluo, take Arleigh away. The rest, follow me.”
……(To Be Continued. If you enjoy this work, please consider voting for it on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)
