novelraw Chapter 66 – Testing the edge of self-destruction
Chapter 66 – Testing the edge of self-destruction
Of course, the founder is the true form of the fairy, and this is merely a projection of her power.
Being the Queen of Allendale is a high-risk occupation, even more frequently replaced than the Earl of Glamorgan.
All the little fairies are designed to protect the fallen queens of Allendale. They are demi-gods, part human, living in a secluded corner of the world, thus not accepted by the United Holy Nation, and their powers are rejected by them as well.
These deceased queens become spirit-like entities, imprisoned within Allendale's largest mountain, Obergen. Their power radiates throughout the mountain, turning it into a treasure trove for mages to mine, allowing them to summon projections by shattering "Cold Crystal" to aid in battle.
The spirit Apulu Pie summoned is the daughter of the god, Skadi, a deity of the mortal realm. She possesses the strongest slow aura among elemental spirits, unaffected by elemental resistance.
"Divine Might": Reduces the movement speed of hostile creatures by 25% and attack speed by 25% when they approach.
And the strongest support skill.
"Ice Shield": Provides armor equal to 1.5*CON (Constitution) points and absorbs damage equal to 10*CON points. When the shield shatters, it causes a mild explosion within a 5-meter radius, dealing 1 (unavoidable) +24 damage to hit creatures and slowing them by 20%.
The slow effects of both can stack.
As an SSR, she also has two bonuses for summoning the White Knight, which are mount-related, though they are of no use to Xia Ya.
None of the little fairies have attack skills, which Xia Ya figured was to prevent wealthy players from spending lavishly and then taking thousands of concubines to wreak havoc. Only one support spell can be effective at a time, regardless of the number, and this lucky draw maxed out the skill.
It's a good thing...
But why does it make him more and more annoyed?
How can she be so lucky?
Even as Xia Ya lay on the ground with torches around him, he felt indignant.
...
The firelight and heat dispersed much of the fog, and the mist was baked away a bit.
Though the torch was close to him, Xia Ya still felt cold. Very cold.
At level 20, his ice resistance was still far from enough, unable to withstand the fairy's aura beside him, shivering from the cold. If this continued, he would freeze into a popsicle before the widow hawk descended.
He originally thought of casually drawing an R card that could provide a 10% debuff, but who knew the lucky draw would yield a jackpot, now turning into a happy dilemma.
Xia Ya couldn't help but ask, "Honorable Lady Skadi, could you restrain your aura a bit?"
"Hehe, fragile human, you are clever to use honorifics with a deity."
Skadi was pleased with his behavior, retracting some of the cold, making Xia Ya feel much better.
He rubbed his frozen wrists, stretching his muscles, and looked up at the misty sky.
A black dot was circling in the sky, the widow hawk.
It wasn't stupid, knowing this was a deliberate bait. But the difference between beasts and humans is that they are driven by instinct, and once the desire for revenge outweighs reason, they will dive down without hesitation.
Time's accumulation wouldn't let anger fade but rather, like wine, grow more fragrant and intense with aging.
Probably another hour or so, Xia Ya estimated from its circling trajectory. It was also using the biting cold wind to cool its anger, but it couldn't match the speed of heating up.
Bored, his gaze fell on the flying Skadi beside him.
Whether it's the fairies of Allendale or the princesses, they all have a fatal sensitive point—they cannot mention their age. They are forever frozen in age, generally sixteen, at most eighteen, and they genuinely look the part, except for this one...
Hmm...
Almost can't hold it anymore.
Thinking of the astonishingly aged fairy blushing when teased, Xia Ya couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Human, your gaze holds disrespectful suspicion, retract it quickly, or I'll get angry."
Eh?
Was he found out? Can this be seen through?
"You... oh no, Lady Skadi?"
"What is it, human?"
Xia Ya looked into her crimson eyes, as cold as a glass of chilled red wine.
This doesn't seem like a projection... more like the real gaze?
Did the lucky draw accidentally summon a real deity? Impossible, the appearance of a deity would cause a much bigger commotion, otherwise, Skadi wouldn't be staying in Obergen Mountain...
He suddenly felt reckless.
"By the way... how old are you this year?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Xia Ya rolled to the side!
Almost simultaneously, a thick ice spike pierced where he had been lying. The spike was at least a meter long, formed out of thin air, embedded over ten centimeters into the stone, with splinters and ice shards grazing Xia Ya's face, leaving two bloody marks.
What the heck?
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Xia Ya looked at the old fairy floating in mid-air, clearly angry, her mage's hat vanished, replaced by a replica of the "Crown of the God-King."
She also held an ice spike in her right hand, the original of what was just thrown down.
This dual-wielding mage-warrior appearance was unmistakably the godmother herself, only scaled down by a thousand times in both size and power, otherwise, just one "Cold Wind Spike" would turn the entire Howling Stone Canyon into an ice-filled gorge.
In other words, the spirit before him was still the fairy's projection...
"But projections don't attack..."
Xia Ya muttered softly.
Misfortune never comes alone, and at the same time, the hawk above seized the opportunity, diving down with a screech that echoed through the canyon, closing the distance to less than a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
Skadi across from him remained indifferent to the scene, still looking at Xia Ya with a cold, frosty expression.
"Apologize, human, or else..."
"You are 2327 years old."
"Human!!!"
The temperature around Xia Ya suddenly plummeted, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of knives gleaming with cold light appeared abruptly, even the torches froze instantly, the flames like lifelike sculptures, motionless in the ice.
[Temperature too low, health points starting to decrease.]
[Temperature too low, health points starting to decrease.]
"So it's like this..."
Xia Ya drew the Frost Longsword, turned the blade, and without hesitation, stabbed it into his frozen thigh, blood gushing from the wound, the momentary pain restoring his mobility.
The surrounding ice blades began to shoot toward Xia Ya. He stepped back with his right leg, standing in a bow stance, closing his eyes, the longsword seemingly slowly and evenly sweeping in a circle.
The blade clashed with the ice blades, creating a white mist of cold.
Xia Ya's movements weren't slow, but compared to the swiftly shooting ice blades, he seemed as slow as an old man practicing Tai Chi among square dancers, yet not a single ice blade could penetrate the curtain of sword light.
At this moment, the diving widow hawk finally plunged down, Xia Ya gripping the sword hilt with both hands, the blade slightly tilted, drawing a smooth arc in the air, seemingly using the sword to push the ice blades, altering their direction, then lifting the sword tip above his head with force.
Swish—
The swirling ice blades formed a roaring tornado, like a massive water column spouting from a blue whale's back, colliding fiercely with the diving hawk, blood and ice shards flying everywhere.
Like an asteroid hitting Earth, the collision stirred a wave of air, toppling torches, trees, and rocks around.
As the dust settled, the hawk was dead beyond dead.
And Xia Ya, somehow, had slipped out from the center of the battlefield, the tip of the Frost Longsword pressing against Skadi's back.