CHAPTER 179: CHAPTER 154: THE HEIR 3

Ethan naturally requires no further explanation. Up to now, he has "created" quite a few creatures with ice elements.

Lindong’s suspicion cannot be completely ruled out either; besides Ethan, she is the only person who could possibly achieve such a feat. These two have comparable mastery in ice elemental magic.

Even Rowena feels that all this makes perfect sense, "Didn’t you say before that a ’good story’ needs a strong sense of crisis? When Henry VI obtained Balmung, the Empire was suffering a dragon disaster, and you were lamenting finding a suitable enemy."

"But that’s not the direction I’m contemplating."

Ethan shook his head; for him, creating a group of dangerous Bigfoot was somewhat too straightforward and crude. Besides, those adventurers from the Hunter’s Guild have no grievances against him. He wouldn’t deceive them into coming to the northern border just to kill them for the sake of creating a sense of crisis.

In his original line of thinking, what should be severed with an oath and the Sword of Victory by the other shore is something like the Pope, a representative of such decay.

"Could it be... that unknown witch again?"

Rowena mentioned it, and this notion made her feel a chill all over. They’ve been playing mind games with that unknown witch for so long, without even catching a glimpse of her appearance, yet the witch seems to know their movements inside out, always one step ahead.

As soon as they set up the ruins, the witch had already built an altar in the village of the Bigfoot.

But the witch’s purpose left Rowena somewhat puzzled - the appearance of these mutated snow monsters seemed, to some extent, to cooperate with their actions.

If the other shore were to undergo a rebirth in the fiery invasion of the mutated Bigfoot and repel the threatening invaders, its legendary status would undoubtedly greatly increase.

Rowena was somewhat confused, was that unknown witch helping them or hindering them?

"Record this symbol and inquire about it when the time comes."

Ethan also had a decision in mind; once back in the Imperial City, it would be time to ask Miracle Kane.

When he went to the Guild to post a commission that day, he seemed to have spotted Kane’s figure among the crowd; this Old God who feared the world was too peaceful seemed to have sensed the aura of chaos, stirring up rebellion in Dark Furnace City, and then hurrying over here.

"There’s new progress on the other shore; she says Miss Keroy dragged the severely injured Abaddon back to the ruins when she was out rescuing."

...

Abaddon wandered in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, the tearing pain pulling him back to reality once again. At the moment he regained consciousness, he screamed awake, immediately noticing that the biting cold had somehow subsided, and he was in a warm place.

This scene drew the attention of other adventurers. Normally, they would have laughed at the predicament of this future Knight Commander, but now, with the crisis still unresolved, no one could muster a laugh.

Most had witnessed the tragic death of their companions; just when they thought they were doomed, a divine bird emitting golden light saved them.

The adventurers almost immediately believed that this divine bird was the messenger of the Knight Lord.

The first thing Abaddon saw upon opening his eyes was that beautiful creature bathed in golden luminescence. He was dazed for a long time, vaguely recalling that when the giant Bigfoot’s sharp claws were about to strike him, a golden glow seemed to shine on him.

He silently observed for a while, and the divine bird appeared very gentle, dutifully guarding the Holy Sanctuary.

He also saw the solemn and sacred statue clad in armor, holding a huge sword, standing in the center of the sanctuary. Here, there was no snowstorm, and the Bigfoot threat was temporarily held at bay outside the sanctuary, allowing the wounded adventurers a brief moment of respite.

Soon, Abaddon’s gaze was drawn to the sword buried in solid ice, and no longer could he avert his eyes.

A group of adventurers gathered near the ice, and the divine bird did not stop them; it merely tilted its head, watching their actions with interest.

A burly man gripped the sword hilt, his face reddening, appearing to exert all his strength. However, the sword embedded in the ice remained unmoved, and about five seconds later, golden light lifted the burly man, returning him to the crowd.

Another challenger failed.

Abaddon almost immediately understood the significance of this trial.

This was the test of the Knight Lord; the holy sword was awaiting its master.

This made Abaddon forget his pain for a moment; he listened to the calling from the void, the divine sense of mission almost moved him to tears. He almost immediately thought of the feats of those legendary knights, who had also been driven to the brink of despair. In the darkest moments of their lives, the Knight Lord guided them.

Is this not his current situation?

Abaddon slowly walked toward the holy sword; he heard it, this was his destiny.

For a moment, all eyes were on him, with varied expressions. At least Abaddon was the only knight among them.

The adventurers voluntarily cleared a way for him. Having witnessed the terror of the Bigfoot, they temporarily set aside their interests. They urgently needed a hero to lead them through the storm, back to the Imperial City.

Even if that person was Abaddon, they accepted it.

The divine sense drove him as he gripped the sword hilt. At that moment, all the virtues he could envision played out in his mind.

Amid the crowd’s embrace, just like those legendary knights sung by people, he...

blushed deeply.

His face reddened all the way to his neck.

Abaddon exerted all his strength; perhaps what he needed now wasn’t virtue but greater strength.

"Yah, hey!"

He emitted a strange cry. The adventurers exchanged glances; this was clearly not a sound a legendary knight should make.

His effort lasted only five seconds before, just like the previous burly man before him, he was "kindly" ushered out of the trial by golden light.

Abaddon looked down at his hands, completely bewildered.

There must be some mistake!

He was the only knight in the sanctuary; who here had more qualification to inherit the Knight Lord’s gift?

"There must be something wrong; there has to be some mistake!"

Abaddon approached the divine bird, wanting to question it, "I’m the Neseriel Holy Hall Knight with a Fourth-Order Medal bestowed upon me and the Empire’s future Knight Commander!"

To his surprise, he saw the divine bird cast a disdainful glance at him; this gentle mythical creature flew onto the statue before he approached, gracefully resting on its shoulder.

"Boom——!"

The impending threat from reality descended upon everyone.

The door to the sanctuary was slammed open, and the enormous, blue-furred Bigfoot barged in. Behind it was an endless army of Bigfoot that stretched as far as the eye could see.

This was an emperor.

Everyone had the same thought; this ruthless Bigfoot leader was attempting to initiate an era belonging to it.

And they were to become the stepping stones of this chaotic era.

The adventurers gritted their teeth and clutched their weapons tightly. At such moments, how they hoped to fight alongside the brave and fearless Imperial Knight Commander, rather than be led by a timid knight who emits strange noises while drawing a sword and is disliked by the divine bird!

If only the previous Knight Commander were still alive.

Back then, under her command, the Kingdom Army crushed the Bigfoot invasion, driving them back to the deepest corners of the northern border.

But here, there was only a frightened Abaddon in the face of the Bigfoot Emperor.

Even these adventurers were far braver than him.

"Damn it, let’s fight them!"

Someone cried out, the hunters tightened their bowstrings, ready to fight to the last moment.

The emperor of the monsters glanced at them disdainfully. It raised its sharp claws, and the northern border’s cold swept into the sanctuary, the terrifying magic power above it coalesced into a giant snowball.

The adventurers launched their final charge.

The forming giant snowball crashed toward them, and all the cries were engulfed.

Abaddon hid behind the statue; perhaps... perhaps the statue of the Knight Lord and the divine bird could scare the monster away. This was his last hope.

So, he saw everything that followed clearly.

He heard the divine bird above utter a cry, the falling feathers transformed into countless strands of blooming golden light.

That golden light outlined a familiar figure, a figure that couldn’t possibly appear here.

The outline’s gaze didn’t linger long on Abaddon.

She gripped the sword buried in solid ice and once again transformed into a fierce golden light.

The light swept over everyone, the snowball that plummeted like a meteor shattered.

The light pierced through the "emperor’s" body, charging straight into the midst of the monsters.