Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 841 - 782: On the Verge

Although it was noon, a thick fog rolled in from the coast, oppressively heavy and making one feel suffocated, as if a pitch-black castle had emerged from the sea. The sound of raindrops falling could be heard, a sound of water colliding with water, fierce like a downpour, yet also resembling the arguments of disagreeing people. Following that, the seawater became polluted, falling into a color even more somber than the abyss, reacting like human skin touched by a corrosive liquid, pulsing a few times in the dark currents before changing hue.

A transformation was beginning; the oppressive sound was like thunder exploding, the black fog seemed to contain a compressed storm, and in reality, it was a flesh-and-blood giant slowly stepping into the ocean.

Deep Sea Omen, heading toward the deep sea. Despite the distance, it moved straight towards the country of the Merfolk, towards Mosue where the temple is located. Black viscous liquid continuously flowed from its body; an opening appeared in the center of its decaying chest, shell-like creatures made of flesh kept falling from the body into the dark sea. They spewed ink, continuously expanding the territory of the Deep Sea Omen, corroding the ocean.

Cold currents burst out from the depths of the ocean, the retaliating seawater splashed onto the Omen Giant and its derivatives, solidifying mid-splash into sharp ice spears, piercing the limestone-like shells, and freezing the torn wounds. The Deep Sea Omen’s march stalled due to frost, it lowered its head to "see" the layer of ice on its body, then shifted its attention to the obstructer.

White Dragon Priest, Princess. The surrounding seawater froze, she held an ice spear wrapped in frost, behind her were ferocious dragon wings made of ice spikes, and the Lady of Frost’s eyes were full of murderous intent, staring unblinkingly at the Omen Giant.

"Stop, or be frozen."

That gaze stuck onto the bloated body of the Deep Sea Omen for less than five seconds, Princess then closed her eyes, the ice storm intensified, fiercely besieging the black tide with cold.

"Your power is fear. Weaker than the despair of the Sleeper but more severe in its influence on Homo sapiens." With eyes closed, Princess’s senses became even sharper, the temperature dropped sharply, the Deep Sea Omen’s body heat here was like a lit furnace, and every bit of air and water it touched shuddered in terror. The concentrated long spear pierced the Omen’s left shoulder, lodged into the joint, and coiled ice shards began cutting around the wound, like a drill gouging out its entire left arm.

Without reaction, the Deep Sea Omen, even bereft of an arm, didn’t even roar, which somewhat frustrated Princess. Such injury hardly impacted the Omen; on the contrary, it invigorated it.

"Forbidden transformation, fleshly praise."

Blood, and flesh, surged out. The body of the Omen Giant started proliferating; its twenty-meter-tall slender body began to disintegrate, the already perforated limestone-like matter crumbled under pressure, and a self-explosion scattered the Omen Giant’s fragments everywhere.

Chills went down Princess’s spine; she exerted all her strength to envelop everything in the dense fog within the storm without a trace left. She refocused, staring at the Divine Corpse at the center of the snow that had completely changed its form. The humanoid shape disappeared, only a bloated mass formed of countless tentacles with a single bulging eye opened, the pupils twice the size of a human’s staring directly at the White Dragon Priest, the spiritual oppression of fear directly applied to Princess’s body, bypassing all mediums and sensations, cracking her knees against the ice.

She laughed, her vision blurred amidst the heavy snow, only the sound of White Dragon Priest’s laughter was clear.

"Choosing a form close to that of the Sleeper, attacking my nerves with an unstoppable force. Haha, I am a Dragon Priest, yet also a Merfolk capable of suppressing spiritual contamination, what the God of Slumber can’t do, don’t you dare think you can, fool."

The power of Evil God has unrestricted vitality, it is infinite life force, directionless water flowing outward. Water is the source of life, the essence of all creation. The Sleeper holds water, life force, the omnipresent power evolving the world’s rules. It derived opposition, the devourer Yemotar created a force to restrain all this.

Frost, solidifying the water source, suppressing the vital activity, father of dragons created the White Dragon, a biological weapon specifically to counter the Sleeper. And the Merfolk were originally guards of the Sleeper, they could resist the subconscious whispers of the Sleeper. Merfolk combined with the frost magic that restrains the Evil God, this was Princess’s confidence in suppressing the Deep Sea Omen. Of course, this was also because the Deep Sea Omen was merely a Divine Corpse, and frost could not freeze the entire ocean, which is a matter of scale. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The Deep Sea Omen had to evolve more tentacles to resist the increasingly oppressive ice layer, Princess used frost to surround the area with a barrier, continuously compressing inside. In order to prevent the incessant splitting and reformation of the Evil God, she completely sealed the entire dense fog, not sparing even herself.

As awareness grew closer, Princess herself began to feel cold, she looked at the intact sphere of ice inside, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, the current temperature had reached a level where any life form would have to hibernate, her skin had fused with the frost, unable even to move a finger, holding the posture of embracing the Deep Sea Omen in front of her, Princess became an ice sculpture.

Arnold knelt in the muddy swamp, the Spirit Summoning Array on the ground emitting a chilling red glow. He smiled, his consciousness severing the diminishing connection with the Deep Sea Omen.

"Spirit Summoners control the battlefield with numbers, Dragon Priest. Why would you think I would put all my eggs in one basket? The power of a god, the vitality of a god, is limitless."

His deceitful laughter echoed through the deathly still swamp, and in the cove outside the swamp, where the seawater had long turned black, one, two, three, four... tall figures with the same chalky shells and the same silent demeanor, the same dense fog accumulating. Arnold passionately admired the scene before him, praying devoutly.

"The Divine Corpse of my Lord, surge into the deep sea. Yes, step over that Dragon Priest’s body."

The dense fog drifted away, and Arnold bowed his head and retreated into the darkness, mindful of the teachings of the Liches and never appearing on the frontline. Arnold was an old Lich long deceased, a traditional old Lich. Now possessing the ability to manipulate the Divine Corpse, he felt his life had become much more valuable.

"They will never understand the crux, only to spend nights in fear, sleeplessly."

The Giant Dragon’s roar resounded along the shore, Bordelis faced multiple Omen Giants with a roar, his unique mastery over frost and sea currents conjuring wilder gusts as he struggled against a few Omen Giants. Bordelis also pried Princess out of the layer of ice, his breath emitting warm currents to awaken his Dragon Priest.

"Your mission is not over yet, my Dragon Priest!"

There was no need for the White Dragon to shout in her ear, the overlapping terror of pollution had already awakened Princess. She looked at the Omen Giants and then at the ice sphere she created, inside which the pieces of flesh were distinctly visible, for the ice was translucent as glass.

The White Dragon Priest took a breath.

"We are thinking the same, aren’t we?"

"Freeze the entire coastline, Bordelis! No matter how many they are, don’t think of entering the sea!" Princess climbed onto the White Dragon’s back, the power of frost merging between the two, the Queen of Dragon Riding becoming a blizzard.

"Requesting support, Bohr, we will hold on until that moment."

"You don’t have to worry about that at all, I like to call for help before taking action."

Bordelis snorted.

"I borrowed the tone you once used, my communication with them is like bidding farewell."

Princess smiled as she dived downward.

"You favored little dragon whelp."