Chapter 56: Wrath of Frost—Queen Aifein!
The disadvantaged Mammon was the first to speak, his voice deep and solemn:
"We of the 'Black Tomb' have no intention of making an enemy of Ephyra. Today's battle is solely directed at the 'Pale Wings'. All losses suffered by Ephyra after the battle shall be borne entirely by us."
Mr. Mordo let out a cold snort, raising his eyes to look at the not-distant Cohen, who was currently reveling in the slaughter.
The implication was crystal clear: didn't you brat say we shouldn't come into conflict with the people of Ephyra? Why is your Queen making her move first?
Cohen felt helpless as well. Why did Her Majesty the Queen always refuse to play by the rules?
With three legendary powerhouses engaged in a fierce battle, shouldn't the normal course of action be to observe from the shadows first? What was the meaning of charging straight into the battlefield like this?
Furthermore, she was not yet a legendary figure herself, and prolonged use of the sacred artifact "Frost's Lament" would cause damage to her body.
Just as Cohen was preparing to signal Prince Hoge, who was lying in ambush, to secretly contact the Queen and tell her not to be so impulsive, Her Majesty's voice echoed from the edge of the horizon, shattering that thought.
Adair parted her crimson lips slightly, every word laden with icy murderous intent:
"Which of the three of you laid hands on my husband?"
Everyone present was startled. The Ephyra Queen's declaration vastly exceeded their expectations.
Good grief, so after all this time, you came here to avenge your man?
Mammon's expression froze as his gaze shifted to the two corpse demons beside him and the five gold-ranked assassins below.
When he received the assignment, he was not in Ephyra, nor even in the Northwest Continent. Consequently, he knew absolutely nothing about what had happened in Florence a few days ago.
Through a quick mental transmission, Mammon grasped the general sequence of events.
Very well, this incident was indeed the work of their "Black Tomb," carried out by one of the corpse demons bringing men along.
What a mess—no, they were utterly useless, failing to clean up their tracks properly and getting caught red-handed!
Mammon rasped in a hoarse voice, his attitude unexpectedly amiable:
"Respected Queen, we of the 'Black Tomb' are simply in this line of work. Your wrath should not be directed at us; we merely take money to do a job. I hope you can understand that 'Black Tomb' maintains the same attitude toward all nations and holds no special hostility toward your husband."
Her Majesty the Queen wore a mask of indifference as she continued:
"Then tell me, who is the mastermind behind the contract?"
Mammon's facial muscles twitched unnaturally. He thought to himself that if you were asking in private, given today's circumstances, I might have secretly told you. But asking me like this in front of so many people—if I blurting it out, wouldn't that ruin the reputation of the "Black Tomb"?
Women in a fury are truly unreasonable!
Suppressing his rising anger, Mammon said coldly:
"We of the 'Black Tomb' have always been loyal to our clients. Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I cannot tell you."
The corners of the Queen's lips curved slightly, the smile resembling a frost flower blooming in the depths of winter—exquisitely beautiful yet piercingly cold:
"It doesn't matter, you'll end up telling me yourselves in a moment anyway!"
As her words fell, a wave of glacial aura rapidly radiated outward with Adair at its center. In the blink of an eye, the entire vault of heaven, along with the ground below, was coated in a thick layer of frost.
Her Majesty waved her slender hand, and snowflakes began to drift chaotically through the air. At the same time, countless massive ice spikes erupted from the ground, soaring toward the heavens. Their razor-sharp tips glinted with a freezing brilliance, as if intent on piercing the red-and-black dome of the sky.
Mammon's expression changed abruptly. The spots where those ice spikes thrust upward were none other than the formation of the tomb guards led by the five gold-ranked assassins!
Mammon attempted to go to their rescue, but Mr. Mordo flashed into his path, entangling him fiercely!
In an instant, wails of agony echoed from all directions.
Within mere breaths, a thick, golden stream of blood gushed forth like a breached floodgate. The blood did not flow sluggishly; rather, it was directly dragged out by the protruding, freezing spikes, carving brilliant arcs through the air.
A golden mist of blood pervaded, casting golden light and shadow beneath the firmament!
[Golden blood reflecting the sky—this is the fall of a golden transcendent!]
The prophecy of Ares, the God of War, was fulfilled once again!
At this moment, everyone present, including the members of the "Pale Wings," looked at Her Majesty the Queen with deep, unconcealed dread.
This young and peerlessly beautiful woman, in the presence of four legendary transcendents, had struck down a ninth-tier transcendent seated at the pinnacle of the continental hierarchy with a single move.
This was a peak golden-tier powerhouse, a mighty ninth-tier whose physical body and soul had been cultivated to the absolute extreme!
She struck fiercely and decisively at the very first encounter!
It was foreseeable that from this day onward, the fierce reputation of the Ephyra Queen would spread across the nations, matching her peerless beauty and talent!
The path to legend—this was the path to legend!
Mr. Mordo, Mammon, and the two corpse demons wore identical expressions of gravity; they had completely begun to regard this young and beautiful woman as a peer.
Yet Her Majesty's movements did not pause in the slightest.
She had suppressed herself for far too long: the amnesiac king, the crushing affairs of state, an uncomprehending father, restless nobility, and those countless factions from all over the continent eager to carve up a piece of Ephyra!
All these heavy burdens fell upon a woman in her early twenties. She desperately needed a hearty, uninhibited battle to vent her frustrations!
Her Majesty waved her staff, and a colossal glacier materialized out of thin air. Intersecting ice prisms crisscrossed the mountain, emanating an aura that chilled the soul.
She waved her right hand once more, and the glacier instantly shattered, transforming into countless massive chunks of ice that cascaded like a silver torrent toward the five terrified squads of tomb guards.
Mammon's expression turned frantic. Those five squads comprised almost the entirety of the "Black Tomb's" active combat strength in the Northwest Continent. If they all perished here, he would have no way to answer to the head of the Northwest Headquarters!
He tried to step forward to intercept Adair, but a fiery humanoid figure resembling Mordo suddenly materialized before him, blocking his path.
Furious, Mammon sought to intervene, but Mordo fixed him with an unyielding glare.
The three legendary beings clashed fiercely once again!
High above in the firmament, wherever the torrent of ice passed, even the air froze, emitting crisp cracking sounds.
The five squads of tomb guards had long since abandoned their siege of the golden-winged guards. Gathered together, facing the apocalypse-like scene of an avalanche and the biting frost elements permeating the air, nearly every face was painted with despair.
Just as this irresistible glacial torrent was about to completely annihilate the five tomb guard units, an aged and eerie voice suddenly echoed in everyone's ears:
"Little girl, you've gone too far!"
Following the voice, the seemingly unstoppable silver torrent halted at an inconceivable angle, freezing like a silver dragon nailed into mid-air.
Immediately afterward, the sky—previously dyed red, black, and blue by flames, demonic energy, and snow—suddenly lit up brilliantly!
It felt as though dawn had broken!
No, that was not the dawn!
Everyone raised their heads to look at the sky, only to see countless stars twinkling across the heavy firmament in an instant!
They resembled fine golden sand scattered across the deep cosmic canopy by the gods!
Looking closely, those stars faintly merged and intertwined, jointly weaving a dreamlike, colossal palace of starlight!
Stars twinkle, the holy temple appears—this is... a Saint has descended!