Duchy of Winter, Province of St. Alexey, Pillar of the Poison Fern.

Bella landed on all fours and sped on the ground.

Yes, she is not a human, but a werewolf.

Her spine is not in the shape of a human, but of a wolf. Her limbs were deformed into claws at the elbows and knees, and grayish-white fluff grew on all fours.

She also has short gray-white hair, which makes her in white leather armor very difficult to spot in the snow.

She runs very fast - even in the snow, she can reach more than eighty kilometers per hour. The protruding rocks on the ground, the sheer cliffs, and the broken stone pillars overgrown with dark green ferns did not cause her to run in any way.

But her dark golden pupils were full of fear—

"You're the only one left, defector."

An indifferent and empty voice rang out in the air, with heavy echoes.

Bella's hair exploded in an instant.

Without thinking, she changed her original direction of movement, and in two or three clicks, she jumped onto a rock pillar eight or nine meters high.

Her silver collar shone brightly at the same time.

Countless black runes flowed out of the silver collar, forming hideous war marks on her face and collarbone.

And as the spell pattern appeared, her figure suddenly became lighter.

Without hesitation, Bella leaped from the top of a rock pillar covered with poisonous ferns—her feet rippled like waves when they touched the air. Instead, her speed had more than tripled.

The wind, visible to the naked eye, formed a mantle-like wave behind her. The wind enveloped her body, allowing her to move freely and silently through the air.

This is something that only a "Windranger" can do.

But at this moment......

The sky was darkening rapidly.

It was a dark cloud.

The clouds obscured the sunlight much faster than Bella's speed in the air.

In front of Bella, the howling wind instantly took shape, and the snow on the ground turned into a wall of blizzards, trapping her in the eye of the wind.

Bella looked up with some fear.

I saw that under the dark clouds, a short white-robed girl was suspended in the air.

There was no emotion in her ice-blue pupils, and her half-open eyes were filled with godly indifference.

The waist-length silky hair is no longer the harmless black it was like when I was a child. Catalyzed by the power of the bloodline, it has turned a silvery-white color with a slight bluish tint at the end.

She wore a white, gauze-like robe with a silver crown of cut-outs on her head. On the slender and slender neck and bare ankles, there are fine silver scales floating on the skin.

Bella, of course, knew who it was.

Maria Winter, the princess of the country. The only daughter of Grand Duke Winter.

At the same time, he is also the supreme ruler of the Principality of Winter's transcendent agency, the Hand of Winter.

At the age of seventeen, he was already promoted to the Golden ...... Monster.

- Can't escape.

In desperation, Bella let out a long wolf howl.

Her body swelled rapidly, and soon turned into a giant wolf more than two meters tall, and the person stood up.

Without the slightest hint of timidity, she showed her sharp claws at the "Storm Girl".

But her next thing - was to directly rip off her own tongue.

Faced with a gold-level edict wizard, she didn't have the confidence to control her body.

In the face of her almost futile resistance, there was no expression on Maria's face.

She didn't even see anything.

It was not arrogance or contempt, but pure disregard.

"I don't want to say it...... That's fine. ”

Mary whispered, "Then you will [kill yourself]." ”

There was a cursed magic in her cold voice.

I saw Bella's right hand poke out without warning and lightning, and pulled out her heart in an instant.

Maria watched Bella's pupils gradually lose color and her body gradually fall from the air, before she raised her head slightly in silence.

The next moment, her body instantly disintegrated into countless snowflakes, merging into the roaring ice storm around her.

The storm drowned Bella's body in the air - it was instantly covered with frost and fell into the snow one step ahead of the falling snow. Then the storm that had gradually subsided was wrapped in snow and fell again, burying it in place.

In the Duchy of Winter, in every heavy snow, the corpses of transcendents may be buried.

A storm blew, and at some point Maria's body emerged from the pillar where Bella had stood.

She pulled out a pure white jade card from her bosom—the card was already covered with handwriting at some point.

She looked carefully at the letter from Vasily Manning, and the long hair that flowed behind her gradually fell.

Man in the Mirror...... ?

Silently chanting the name of the new god, Mary's pupils did not fluctuate.

Michelangelo succeeded.

That means ...... Without the Book of Truth, one can be promoted to God.

Just become a god......

Her pupils were deep and distant.

At the end of her gaze, in the far north of the Duchy of Winter...... It is known as the end of human civilization.

A nightmare of materialization, an endless gray fog...... And the undead who were once engulfed in the gray mist.

- As long as you become a god, you can step into the gray fog freely.

"Annan ......"

She closed her eyes and muttered under her breath.

In the soul full of countless negative emotions, there is a rare moment of tranquility.

"Nice news."

Digesting the good news, Maria replied coldly, "Prepare to go home, Vasily."

"Ten days later, a cargo ship covered with blue canvas will arrive at Frozen Water. You can leave by boat. ”

Subsequently, she sent the message.

But soon, a new reply appeared on it.

It wasn't the "received" she was familiar with.

It's information about her own brother who has been missing for more than a year-

“…… Annan, in Noah? ”

That's the good news.

Annan did not go missing and was not killed by a rotten man......

But soon, her heart was filled with intense restlessness, anxiety and suspicion:

Annan also became a transcendent, and that's it.

The key questions are...... How can he return to China?

If Noah's side knew that Annan was trapped in his own country, would he be forced to do something? Will he be imprisoned? Will it torment him? Will Annan be imprisoned in exchange for benefits? Will he be tortured in exchange for information? Will the rotten man chase the past? Will the old grandmother be able to find Annan?

Her calm mind was instantly disrupted, and countless possibilities that made her tremble and uneasy continued to emerge in her heart.

"Annan...... AnnanAnnanAnnanAnnan......"

She muttered and repeated in a low voice.

Eventually, Maria broke free from the restlessness that had been rising in her heart.

- One way or another.

I have to tell my father about this matter.

…… Do you want to go home?

(End of chapter)