Chapter 218: I’ve Made Up My Mind!
Seeing tens of thousands of Shaman Queen’s Army awakened by the power of the Shaman Queen, a profound smile appeared on the pale face of [Winter]. Turning to Tongzi Tian, he said, “It seems it’s time. Since you’re in a bit of a hurry, why don’t you go first?”
“I believe you can see that my body isn’t in great condition, and I’m not good at direct combat, so I’ll just provide support from the rear.”
Upon hearing this, Tongzi Tian shot a cold glance at [Winter], letting out a disdainful snort.
The dignified [Winter], a Spiritual Ability User favored by the Black God, actually claims to be inept at direct combat?
Does he really think that APTYA’s intelligence personnel are mere decorations?
Would anyone believe such words, amidst the thirty thousand urban legend ice sculptures by Lake Baikal?
Tongzi Tian was well aware that although [Winter] came from the renowned White God Group, where most members worshipped the White God Beloborg, [Winter] was an absolute anomaly among them, as he possessed the Spirit Pattern [Evil Spirit Seed: Headless Hells].
Hells is a winter sun god from Slavic mythology, who is said to have been killed by the opposing Black God Chernoborg, but will resurrect as the new sun god Kolehdo when spring arrives, bringing warmth to the earth.
The period between Hells’ d*ath and his rebirth is what is known as winter.
And symbolizing winter, the spirit of Hells, while one of the Spirit Patterns controlled by the White God Group, derives a significant part of its power from the dark and decaying deity, the Black God, making it a highly dangerous and powerful Spirit Pattern.
Members of the White God Group who draw this Spirit Pattern, in a sense, sacrifice themselves to a demon in exchange for power, becoming dark knights guarding the light.
For a long time, no member of the White God Group succeeded in drawing this Spirit Pattern due to conflicting faith or insufficient capability, until [Winter] appeared…
No one knew how such a frail child, born with severe asthma and heart disease, could withstand the corrosion brought by the terrifying Spirit Pattern [Evil Spirit Seed: Headless Hells].
All that is known is that when he first appeared in the public eye, he resolved the long-wandering spirits by Lake Baikal, creating thirty thousand unmelting ice sculptures.
Some even speculate that if [Winter] had been a healthy normal person before drawing the Spirit Pattern, he would have long since advanced to Cataclysm Grade; however…
He is only qualified for advancement to Cataclysm, after all, he is not a true Cataclysm!
Tongzi Tian thought disdainfully, withdrawing his gaze and stepping forward, jumping into the air.
He knew [Winter] was trying to avoid the Siye Society, hence feigning an excuse for him to act first, but he didn’t care. Even if the members of the White God Group, Spring Day Great Society, and Assassins stood by and watched, he wouldn’t mind.
He never planned to rely on their strength.
As for the Siye Society…
Unless the [Black Emperor] himself came, Tongzi Tian might consider being a bit cautious.
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“Bang—!”
The sound of Tongzi Tian smashing the rocks reverberated painfully in the ears, prompting Fujihara Sawae to finally put down the red-blue joystick, remove her headphones, and refocus her attention on the desolate expanse ahead.
“Oh? Is it starting?”
As her words fell, Tongzi Tian leapt into the wasteland. Instantly, brilliant golden light erupted from his robust figure.
Under the overwhelming golden radiance, Tongzi Tian’s already imposing silhouette rapidly swelled, enlarging, and in a breath, transformed into a giant, with spirit energy coalescing into peacock wings unfurling behind him, stirring up wind and sand.
In the distance, the God Realm Yumen, under the shadow of that colossal figure, seemed less imposing and fearsome, resembling a castle built from blocks by a child, while the roaring Shaman Queen’s Army charging towards him looked like toy soldiers, instantly sent flying and shattered with just one kick.
Following that, with a deep breath, firelight of gold and red surged from his iron-blue mouth, transforming into a cloud of fire, slowly rising behind him like the radiant crown of a dazzling sun, echoing a solemn Vedic chant.
The Shaman Queen’s soldiers hurled spears and cast spell formulas at him, but they were like children’s water guns, unable to inflict even the slightest harm on that supposedly indestructible golden body.
The Vajra he wielded, gathering spirit energy, slashed through the ground, carving out crevices over a hundred meters long, like a wound that would never heal.
From those crevices, iron-blue flames erupted, immediately engulfing numerous soldiers, incinerating both their bodies and armor into ashes.
Illuminated by the solemn bright light, that jagged and solemn figure faced the dense attacks that would terrify most spirit ability users and urban legends, maintaining unyielding speed, showing an unstoppable momentum, truly deserving the title of the War God.
Watching such a scene, Fujihara Sawae’s eyes sparkled, unable to help but clap her hands, her mouth letting out an excited cheer.
“Oh—! So amazing, so amazing! Just like in a special effects movie!”
As a seasoned enthusiast of special effects films, particularly one who loves Ultraman, this beautiful girl simply couldn’t resist the spectacular scene of this “giant of light” making an appearance.
Although this light giant had a hint of curry flavor, it was still a giant of light!
“Cough cough!” Seeing Fujihara Sawae’s loss of composure, the old man next to her coughed a couple of times, reminding her, “Please, young priestess, mind your manners. You represent the face of the shrine on this trip.”
Seeing someone so excited over a “giant of light,” one could easily think that the deities we venerate at the Spring Day Great Society were not the likes of Takeinokawawake no Mikoto, Kintoki, or Ame-no-Koyane no Mikoto, but rather Ultraman! the old man thought.
After the reminder from the old man, Fujihara Sawae reined in her enthusiasm a little, turning her head to look at him and asking, “Mr. Miyata, does that Tongzi Tian have a partner?”
“No.”
“That’s great!” Fujihara Sawae exclaimed excitedly, “Do you think I have a chance?”
“…” The elderly man called Mr. Miyata fell silent for a moment, sighing silently, “Miss, I know you are unhappy with the marriage arranged by the high priest, but that Tongzi Tian…”
Seeing the old man hesitate, Fujihara Sawae tilted her head and pressed, “What about him?”
“He’s only seven years old.”
“…” Fujihara Sawae was momentarily speechless, and after a long silence, stretched out her hand toward the old man, “Mr. Miyata, do you have a cigarette?”
Although she seldom smoked, she suddenly felt like having one.
She simply couldn’t comprehend how could he be seven years old?!
d*mn, it felt painful!
Dating a seven-year-old boy, in her view, was perhaps a bit too disturbing even for the notoriously eccentric people of her country.
Mr. Miyata said nothing, silently pulling out a metallic cigarette case from his pocket, extracting a cigarette and handing it to Fujihara Sawae, then producing a lighter to help her light it.
He knew that the young priestess had an engagement, and even when she was sixteen, she nearly got sent off to marry someone she had never met.
After learning that she might marry a stranger, she was very unhappy, had a huge quarrel with the high priest, and ran away from home for two whole years.
In the end, the high priest was pained for his daughter and made concessions, only recently managing to bring her back.
The concession made by the high priest was that if Fujihara Sawae could find a partner who was more outstanding than her fiancé, then she would not have to marry him.
Clearly, the moment Tongzi Tian displayed his spirit pattern ability, Fujihara Sawae’s heart was stirred. In her view, someone with such ability must certainly be far superior to that fiancé, who she didn’t even know where he was. However… that heartbeat was shattered less than a minute later by the realization of “seven years old.”
“Hiss—!”
Fujihara Sawae took a deep drag on the cigarette, slowly exhaling smoke, and when she opened her lips to say something, she saw a pure white snowflake gently fall onto the flickering ember of the cigarette, making a soft “hiss” sound.
“Mr. Miyata, it’s snowing! Just like my current mood…”
Dark clouds had gathered in the sky without anyone noticing, as the piercing cold wind howled across the wasteland, snowflakes descended from above, swirling and dancing in the wind.
Those snowflakes initially fell small like fine salt, but soon grew as large as goose feathers, pulled along by the fierce wind, cutting through the silhouettes on the wasteland like countless sharp blades, sparking a series of fire showers on their broken armor and bones, producing a jarring sound.
Then.
Those snowflakes landed on the ground, and in an instant, a thick layer of solid ice formed atop the sandy terrain.
That ice continued to accumulate, growing thicker and thicker, as if it were alive, crazily expanding, until a sudden deafening boom erupted, and countless sharp ice pillars shot up from the ground, extending for miles, interlocking like sudden snapping fangs of a beast, pulverizing innumerable figures into dust.
Shifting his gaze from the sky, Mr. Miyata frowned slightly, turning to look at [Winter] a hundred meters away, and quietly said, “Miss, is it possible that this snow is the work of that guy and has nothing to do with your mood?”
Old man, lacking in romantic insight! Fujihara Sawae shot a sideways glance at Mr. Miyata, and with a “snap” threw the partially burnt cigarette onto the ground and stomped on it, straightening her posture and declaring, “Miyata, I’ve made up my mind!”
“Oh?” Mr. Miyata straightened up slightly, his very bent spine straightening as he said seriously, “Young priestess, are you preparing to take action?”
“Take action? What action?” Fujihara Sawae rolled her eyes and replied, “With those two gentlemen around, we can just watch from the side, and when they need support, it won’t be too late to act.”
“Then you’ve decided to…” Mr. Miyata expressed his doubts.
“I’ve made up my mind that once this matter is over, I’ll apply for leave from Mother and travel around the world to look for a partner!” Fujihara Sawae said earnestly, “That little friend Tongzi Tian made me realize that I have been shortsighted in the past.”
“The world is so vast; even if that guy is outstanding, there will surely be someone even more outstanding!”
Upon hearing this, Mr. Miyata’s wrinkled old face twitched lightly.
How do you know how outstanding he is when you haven’t even met him?
His lips trembled as he was about to say something when a thunderous roar erupted from the distant wasteland, abruptly cutting off his words.
“[Winter], how dare you!?”
The roar came from Tongzi Tian.
As he charged across much of the wasteland, about to close in on the God Realm Yumen, several thick ice pillars, over a hundred meters long, suddenly shot up from beneath him, piercing through his shoulder and thigh…
Golden bl**d splattered, and before it could hit the ground, it was frozen into ice by the enveloping chill.
A black mist symbolizing d*ath and decay surrounded the wounds of Tongzi Tian.
Seeing this scene, Fujihara Sawae was dumbfounded.
Just as she had finally found someone she could potentially date, first learning he was only seven, then witnessing him get backstabbed and gravely injured… Did she have some kind of cursed fate against men? Fujihara Sawae wondered.
