The Book of Knowledge was entirely shrouded in thick, whitish fog, and within that fog, ice ford, making it difficult to turn its pages.
"Hurry, it’s almost ti!" it laboriously wrote.
Another surge of cold air hit, and the world seed to freeze once again as the Evil Ghost King was turned into a block of ice.
Just as Rod was about to raise his hand, with a ’poof,’ the Phantom could no longer withstand the damage from the cold ice and vanished.
The next instant, Rod felt as if a large block of ice had pierced his soul, freezing his thoughts and stalling his Spiritual Energy.
In the icy world, only a golden light flickered, but a single puppet couldn’t pressure the Nightmare much, as black traces of corruption spread through the Dream Realm like a spider web.
Rod’s heart gradually sank as well.
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Courage Fortress.
A joint force comprising seven elite Battle Groups once again triumphantly returned to the fortress, filling it with laughter and cheer.
With adequate preparation, the Demons posed no significant trouble to them; the warriors’ greatest fear was ergency missions and combat fatigue, which often led to casualties.
Now, the number of demons on Dead Land had considerably decreased, with no particularly dangerous groups of demons remaining.
Just two more rounds of combat, and the crisis on Dead Land would be resolved.
Everyone was jubilant, the air lively with conversation and laughter, and in the backdrop of Trolian’s ongoing western expansion, such a victory was especially precious.
White Wolf and others were already discussing how to make the battle report look even more impressive.
Of course, the most crucial matter of distributing the rits of the battle was definitely to be fair.
This was a basic quality of being a King.
The "Undefeated" Jessica alone held two battlefronts and withstood the greatest pressure, annihilating countless demons, and naturally deserved the primary rit.
"Black Bottomless Pit" Rod, with his undisputedly incredible stamina, reduced the number of Demons, earning the main battle group valuable rest ti, and he too could be credited with primary rit.
As everyone knows, there are two primary rits, and this arrangent was quite reasonable.
As for Her Highness, her special status ant she was not included in the tally of military achievents.
As long as what she did was recorded accurately without omission or exaggeration, the Supre Council would naturally understand her role.
Plainly speaking, although Qingyu did not engage much herself, she was indeed the core of the Dead Land Battlefield.
Without her support, the main battle group simply could not have fought, and Rod could not have lasted as long.
Everyone here had ti to rest, except for Qingyu.
This was also one characteristic of "Eternal Burning Fire"; as long as her Resonance Fire never extinguished, her spirit would never tire.
Of course, resting too little could weaken her resonance with the fire.
Qingyu was still holding up for now.
But what greatly concerned White Wolf was that Qingyu was reluctant to get involved in the complex disputes over the selection of the King.
Similar affairs were all managed by White Wolf, which was unsuitable for a future King.
Although White Wolf greatly despised the cold-hearted Jon, he had to admit that sotis a King must also have so ruthless considerations; Qingyu needed to change and also needed so people to assist her.
Rod, as the candidate, was soone he currently deed very suitable.
With huge potential and high prestige, Rod could be unscrupulous in handling matters at critical monts. Although slightly immature, he was capable of growth.
In the future, as Qingyu’s King Consort, he could help her manage so affairs.
In Trolian tradition, it was common for a King Consort or Queen Consort to rule as regent, and the Supre Council considered this detail when selecting the next ruler.
Therefore, showing goodwill towards Rod, by tethering him to Qingyu’s chariot, was also part of White Wolf’s strategy.
Of course, given Qingyu’s status, having just one king’s consort was not possible; White Wolf would also choose nine other exceptional individuals to form a ruling group with the king’s consorts.
It was a rather excellent idea.
However, the specifics still needed to be thought through.
As White Wolf was deep in thought, a servant burst in, exclaiming, "It’s terrible! Your Excellency White Wolf, sothing has happened in the fireplace hall, sothing has happened to Rod!"
"What did you say!"
White Wolf abruptly rose, knocking over the table.
"Quickly inform His Highness!"
"Eternal Burning Fire" could mimic many characteristics; although the effects were inferior, it was the most versatile; searching for her in any situation was never a mistake.
And the Fireplace Hall was the Guardian Fire Sacrificial Ground of the Courage Fortress, where the Guardian Fire was rooted.
The extinguishing of the Guardian Fire was the most dreadful thing, and Rod, whom he had finally chosen as a king’s consort, getting into trouble was very bad as well.
White Wolf, without taking ti to say more, rushed to the Fireplace Hall at the fastest speed.
The first thing he saw was the Guardian Fire burning within the Soul Device, and a huge weight was lifted from his heart.
Then, his gaze swept across the hall, over the warriors, Fire Priests, and clerics, until he spotted Rod in a corner.
His whole body emitted intense Cold Ice; frost covered his entire body and spread around, turning his corner into a world of ice, impenetrable even by fire.
White Wolf’s brow furrowed instantly, "What happened? What’s wrong with him?"
A warrior replied, "Your Excellency White Wolf, I was ditating beside him when he suddenly turned very cold, and in no ti he beca like this."
The Fire Priest of the Fireplace Hall said, "I did not notice any abnormal Spiritual Power Waves; his soul hasn’t mutated, hasn’t beco distorted or corrupted, this seems to be so sort of curse!"
"Exactly, it must be a curse!" a cleric shouted, "His Cold Ice cannot be touched; it has a very strong eroding power. I tried many thods, all futile, unable to get close."
At this ti, Qingyu and Aluo also arrived in the hall.
Upon seeing Rod, Aluo scread, "Little Rod!" and was about to rush forward but was imdiately held back.
"Be careful, Sister Aluo!"
"It’s dangerous, he can’t be touched; his soul could be frostbitten."
White Wolf inford Qingyu of the situation with the briefest language, saying, "Your Highness, we must go to the Royal City as fast as possible to call for the Soul Master."
"It’s too late!"
Qingyu sharply saw Rod’s soul tottering in the cold.
White Wolf imdiately guessed Qingyu’s intention and reached out his hand, saying sharply, "No! You can’t go, Your Highness! The safety is entrusted with the hopes of countless people; no one is more important than you!"
But it was too late, White Wolf grasped at air, for Qingyu was already by Rod’s side.
Cold ice assaulted her as she approached, and flas erupted around her body. She gently squatted down, attempting to touch Rod’s cheek with her fingertips.
But the mont she made contact, the fire extinguished.
White Wolf urgently shouted, "Miss! Dangerous! That’s no ordinary Cold Ice!"
Qingyu, ignoring him, had potent Spiritual Energy coursing through her, almost liquid-like Spiritual Light twinkled on her, her skin beca transparent, then burst into flas again.
Then, starting from her fingertips, her body inch by inch turned into flas.
A surge of heat rushed forward; it was as if a sun was rising before everyone’s eyes.
Having transford into golden flas, Qingyu gently embraced Rod, lding him into her body.
They beca one.
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