Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 155 The Inherited Person
There were more and more corpses, and even the experienced kingdom soldiers were shocked by what they saw along the way. The ground was littered with broken arms and limbs, and occasionally there could be seen the corpses of a few Bigfoots that were killed by the adventurers.

Abaddon's inner uneasiness grew stronger and stronger. Logically speaking, Bigfoot was not a difficult monster to deal with. Even if the adventurers of the Hunter's Guild were a motley crowd, there wouldn't be such heavy casualties. He couldn't help but wonder if the remains of the Knight Lord had some connection with the sudden appearance of Bigfoot.

In the history of the empire, the appearance of the holy sword often brings about a disaster.

Although Henry VI's heroic deeds of slaying the dragon were widely praised, the giant dragon that appeared on the border destroyed several villages and caused extensive damage to important cities in the empire.

And I don’t know if it’s a psychological factor, but Abaddon always feels that the snow is getting heavier.

"There seems to be some movement ahead."

He gestured to the Knights, and the army stopped. They felt the ground shaking, and the tremors were getting closer and closer to them. The screams of the adventurers deep in the wind and snow had stopped for a long time.

The priests cast spells together to build a barrier to protect the troops from the wind and snow, and also tried their best to illuminate the way ahead for them so that they could see farther. They also encountered several Bigfoots along the way. Strangely, these monsters did not attack them again, but turned around and fled into the depths of the wind and snow, leaving only the horrific corpses of the adventurers.

Abaddon looked up at the sky, something was getting closer and closer to them.

When the approaching object showed its outline, the knights immediately activated the holy seal and worked together to help the priest strengthen the barrier - this was a snowball falling from the sky, several times the size of the boulder that had just killed the hunter.

The moment the barrier came into contact with the snowball, countless cracks appeared on the golden barrier in an instant, and the knights in the barrier were crushed to the ground by the impact. However, the attack did not stop there. Just when the priests decided to reinforce the barrier again, the broken snowball suddenly turned into countless spreading ice cones, penetrating through the broken gaps.

The two priests were caught off guard and pierced through the body by icicles.

"This is some kind of elemental shaping magic!"

Seeing this, Abaddon immediately shouted, horrified, and stopped the priests who were trying to rescue their companions, "Quick, continue to cast the barrier!"

He could hear, deep in the blizzard, more snowballs coming toward them.

Why would a group of Bigfoots master elemental magic?

Abaddon almost immediately thought of the Corruption War two years ago. However, that was not a war that mortals like them could intervene in. The imperial capital had once become a stage for the saints to tear each other apart.

There are many rumors that the person is still alive. If the rumors are true, the other party will sooner or later take revenge on the imperial capital.

Could this be a witch's conspiracy?

The falling snowballs did not give Abaddon a chance to breathe, and he saw a scene of despair.

One, two, three...

Huge ice magics came crashing down one after another, and the sky was almost covered by snowballs. When the second snowball landed, the barrier shattered. The knights had to use their protected bodies to protect the priests in the center. Abaddon gritted his teeth and drew his sword to meet the snowball. However, almost at the moment he tried to tear the snowball apart, there was a brief blank in his consciousness.

His body flew backwards, and in the blurred vision, sharp ice cones scattered among the crowd. Screams became one and the protection and knight armor could not withstand the power of the ice cones at all. Dozens of high-level knights were seriously injured in an instant.

An excited roar came from deep in the snowstorm.

Abaddon had never experienced such an encounter before. They suffered heavy losses without even seeing the caster.

This is a trap!

He suddenly realized that the rumors about the ruins were a trap from beginning to end, luring them to the depths of the northern border.

"Disperse, retreat!"

Abaddon immediately gave the order that there was no time to take care of the wounded and they had to return to the imperial capital before a new round of elemental spells descended.

Someone is controlling Bigfoot, and he must bring back this important message.

Abaddon endured the pain and used his sword to support his body as he climbed out of the snow. However, the sound of footsteps coming from behind him made him feel depressed - the road they came from was blocked by the sudden appearance of Bigfoot. Those monsters, which moved in groups of two or three, actually gathered together to form an airtight encirclement. He looked around and saw at least twenty monsters forming a wall.

He became more and more convinced that this was a planned siege. These monsters with strong limbs and simple minds actually learned the tactics of luring the enemy.

"Block them!"

Abaddon's hands and feet were cold. He gave orders, and the knights and priests who were still able to move immediately dispersed to form tactical teams. Abaddon looked at the knights fighting with Bigfoot. This time, he did not intend to fight side by side with these people until the last moment.

Only the living can enjoy the glory. Yes, he has a more important mission - he wants to inform the imperial capital of everything that happened here. This is far more important than meaningless sacrifice.

He found the right opportunity and used the distraction of one of the tactical teams to create a gap.

Abaddon ran forward desperately, ignoring the calls for help and screams behind him. He repeated the mechanical movements and didn't know how long he ran forward. The pain continued to torture him in every way.

He probably had several broken ribs and his internal organs were injured to varying degrees.

But at least, he saw hope of survival. As long as he could return to the imperial capital and the Vatican to seek treatment, these injuries would not be a big deal and he would recover in a few days.

As for the knights and priests trapped in the encirclement, he would sing praises of their spirit of sacrifice when he returned to the imperial city.

Gradually, the sound of fighting could no longer be heard.

Abaddon continued along the same path he had come from, walking through the snow-covered field littered with body parts.

Not long after, he heard some noise coming from the front. He took a few steps forward and saw a team of fully armed adventurers. They were obviously stunned when they saw his attire and the blood-stained state he was in.

"Hurry up, I'm Abaddon, the commander of the Knights! We've been ambushed by Bigfoot, and I order you to provide support immediately!"

Abaddon ordered.

Now is a special period, and he has the power to forcibly recruit!

The adventurer team immediately took a few steps back. This was very wrong - they had certainly heard of the name Abaddon. He was the next Knight Commander appointed by the Holy See. Even though the voices of opposition had never stopped, Abaddon was still a high-ranking knight of the Templar of Netheril and a veteran who had experienced countless wars.

It was hard for them to imagine what kind of Bigfoot could make Abaddon so miserable.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take action——"

Abaddon wanted to say something, but was frightened by the sudden scene and stood still.

He clearly saw a huge figure appearing behind the adventurer team. It had dark blue fur and was much taller than an adult snow monster, roughly estimated to be more than ten meters tall. What shocked him even more was that he didn't notice when this monster appeared.

Even during the invasion campaigns, no such individuals had ever been recorded.

The monster looked down at these tiny humans with contempt in its eyes. This well-equipped team only had time to let out a scream before being turned into bloody mist by the monster's slap.

In an instant, only Abaddon and the giant Bigfoot were left confronting each other.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Abaddon took a few steps back and tried to make his tone as friendly as possible. "We have no ill intentions and did not intentionally trespass into your territory. Please let me go. You need food, right? If you let me go, I can..."

The ground shook, and in the blink of an eye, a giant monster appeared in front of Abaddon at a speed that he could not understand.

The last thing he saw was the monster's sharp claws waving towards him.

Abaddon's thoughts paused for a moment. On the brink of life and death, he seemed to hear a sharp scream, not sure if it was an illusion.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Strange, this is some kind of faith totem."

Winter stood on the towering altar, examining the ice-blue runes she had never seen before. This was a typical evil god sacrificial scene, except that the ones arranging the ceremony were not evil god believers, but a group of Bigfoots. She seriously doubted whether these stupid creatures could understand the meaning of these runes.
This is the Bigfoot village, close to a frozen glacier. There are no houses, and the village is roughly enclosed by ice, stones and huge trees.

Compared to such a crude method, this altar doesn't look like something that Bigfoot could have built.

She explained to Ethan, "These Bigfoots are just like the Laoba followers you saw before. The sacrificial rituals transformed their bodies. Individuals of this size have never appeared before. What's even stranger is that they have learned elemental magic."

Almost as soon as the three approached the village, they were attacked by these giant Bigfoot monsters.

They can gather together huge snowballs, but their intelligence is ultimately limited, and they actually tried to attack the Winter Witch with ice magic in the North.

Huge snowballs hit them, and with a wailing sound, ice spikes rose from the ground and pierced their bodies, impaling these giant monsters on them. The criss-crossing barbs formed a maze covering hundreds of meters, and with just one encounter, they wiped out the monsters in the village that were roaring at them.

Winter has never had a good impression of these monsters.

"Do they also believe in a certain evil god?"

Ethan asked.

Obviously, this is not Lao Ba's style. If it were Lao Ba, these Bigfoots would have been transformed into flesh and blood creatures that look like Colossus. However, the mutated Bigfoots he saw were only twice as large and their fur color had changed. They could basically be identified as the same creature.

Just like the elite monsters in the game, it has an additional skill of "throwing snowballs".

"At least it's not Lao Ba. He doesn't like stupid souls."

Winter checked the strange runes on the altar again, which touched upon her blind spot in knowledge. This did not match the marks left by any evil god she had ever seen. "Generally speaking, the power bestowed upon believers is related to the nature of the evil god, but the problem lies here. Elemental Shapers never believe in gods, and the ice element has no corresponding gods." In fact, Ethan had already asked the ice elemental elves wandering here, but the elves were stupid and knew nothing about anything.

Rowena, who was sitting in an electric wheelchair, looked around the two men for a long time and expressed her opinion as a neutral bystander, "Is it really not you two who did it? Why do I feel that you two are more suspicious than each other?"

Needless to say, Ethan has already "created" many creatures using the ice element.

Of course, Winter's suspicion cannot be completely ruled out. She is the only person besides Ethan who could do such a thing. The two of them are equally accomplished in ice magic.

Rowena even thought that all this was logical. "Didn't you say before that a 'good story' requires a strong sense of crisis? When Henry VI acquired Balmung, the empire was struck by a dragon disaster. You were worried about finding a suitable enemy before."

“But that’s not the direction I’m thinking about.”

Ethan shook his head. Creating a group of dangerous Bigfoots was a bit too crude for him. Moreover, the adventurers in the Hunter's Guild had no grudges against him. He would not do such a thing as luring them to the North and killing them just to create a sense of crisis.

In his original line of thought, what the other side cut off with the sword of oath and victory should be corrupt representatives like the Pope.

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

Rowena mentioned this. This thought always made her feel cold all over. They had been fighting wits and courage with the unknown witch for such a long time, but they had never even seen what the other party looked like. However, the witch seemed to know their movements very well and was always one step ahead of them.

As soon as they arranged the ruins, the witch built an altar in the Bigfoot village.

But the witch's purpose confused Rowena a little - the appearance of these mutated snow monsters seemed to be cooperating with their actions to some extent.

If the other side is reborn from the ashes during the invasion of the mutant Bigfoot and fights off the incoming threat, its legendary status will undoubtedly increase greatly.

Rowena was a little confused. Was the unknown witch helping them or tricking them?

"Record this symbol and ask someone about it later."

Ethan had made up his mind. After returning to the imperial capital, it would be time to ask the magical Kane.

When he went to the guild to issue a commission that day, he seemed to have spotted Cain in the crowd. This old god who was eager to see the world in turmoil seemed to have smelled the scent of chaos, and after instigating a rebellion in Darkfurnace City, he rushed here without stopping.

"There's new progress on the other side. She said that when Miss Chloe was out rescuing people, she dragged the seriously injured Abaddon back to the ruins."

……

Abaddon didn't know how long he wandered in the darkness before the tearing pain brought him back to reality. The moment he regained consciousness, he woke up with a scream, and then he realized that the biting cold had subsided at some point, and he was in a warm place.

This scene attracted the attention of other adventurers. Under normal circumstances, they would have laughed at the embarrassment of the future Knight Commander. However, now the crisis had not been resolved and no one could laugh.

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

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

The first thing Abaddon saw when he opened his eyes was the beautiful creature bathed in golden light. He was in a trance for a long time, vaguely recalling that when the giant Bigfoot's sharp claws slapped at him, it seemed that a golden light shone on his body.

He observed silently for a while. The divine bird looked very docile and guarded the temple meticulously.

He also saw a majestic and sacred statue. The silver-white statue, wearing armor and holding a huge sword, stood in the center of the temple. There was no wind or snow here, and the Bigfoot crisis was temporarily blocked outside the temple, allowing the injured adventurers to take a brief respite.

Immediately afterwards, Abaddon's eyes were attracted by the sword that was embedded in the ice, and he could not look away.

A group of adventurers were gathering near the solid ice. The divine bird did not stop them, but just tilted its head and observed the adventurers' behavior with interest.

A sturdy man grasped the hilt of the sword. His face flushed and it looked like he was using all his strength. However, the long sword in the ice did not move at all. About five seconds later, the golden light lifted the sturdy man up and sent him back to the crowd.

Another person failed the challenge.

Abaddon understood the significance of this trial almost immediately.

This is the test of the Knight Lord, and this holy sword is waiting for its master.

This made Abaddon forget his pain for a moment. He listened to the calling from the unknown. The sacred sense of mission made him want to cry. He almost immediately thought of the deeds of those legendary knights. They had also been forced into desperate situations, and the Lord Knight guided them in the darkest moments of their lives.

Isn't this his current situation?
Abaddon walked towards the holy sword step by step. He listened to this. This was his destiny.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him. They all had different expressions. At least Abaddon was the only knight among them.

The adventurers took the initiative to make way for him. They had all witnessed the horror of Bigfoot, so they temporarily put their own interests aside. They urgently needed a hero to lead them through the wind and snow and return to the imperial capital.

Even if this person was Abaddon, they accepted it.

Driven by a sense of holiness, he grasped the hilt of the sword, and at that moment, Abaddon went through all the good qualities he could imagine in his mind.

Surrounded by the crowd, just like those legendary knights praised by people, he...

His face turned red.

It was red all the way down to my neck.

Abaddon gathered all his strength. Perhaps what he needed now was not virtue, but more strength.

"Yeah, hey!"

He made a strange sound and the adventurers looked at each other in confusion; this was clearly not a sound that a legendary knight should make.

His efforts lasted only five seconds. After five seconds, Abaddon, like the sturdy man before him, was "invited" out of the trial by the golden light.

Abaddon looked down at his hands, completely stunned.

There must be something wrong, right?
He is the only knight in the temple. Who here is more qualified than him to inherit the gift from the Lord Knight?
"It's wrong, there must be something wrong!"

Abaddon walked towards the bird, wanting to question it, "I am a Netheril Templar Knight who has been awarded the fourth-level medal, and the future Knight Commander of the Empire!"

He actually saw the divine bird giving him a look of disdain. The docile mythical creature flew onto the statue before he could get close, and stepped gracefully on its shoulders.

"boom--!"

The crisis from reality brings despair to everyone.

The door of the temple was knocked open, and the huge Bigfoot with blue fur rushed in. Behind it was an army of Bigfoot so dense that there was no end in sight.

This is an emperor.

Everyone had the idea that this brutal Bigfoot leader was trying to usher in an era of its own.

And they will become the stepping stones of this chaotic era.

The adventurers gritted their teeth and clenched their weapons. At this moment, how much they wished that the one fighting alongside them would be the brave and fearless Knight Commander of the Empire, rather than a cowardly knight who made a strange noise when drawing his sword and was rejected by the divine bird?
If only the former Knight Commander was still alive.

It was under her command that the Kingdom Army crushed the invasion of Bigfoot and drove them back to the deepest part of the North.

But here, there is only Abaddon who is frightened by the Bigfoot King.

Even adventurers like them were much braver than him.

"Damn it, let's fight them!"

Someone roared, and the hunters tightened their bowstrings, ready to fight to the last moment.

The monster king glanced at them with disdain, raised his claws, the cold of the north invaded the temple, and the terrifying magic condensed into a giant snowball above his head.

The adventurers launched a final charge.

A giant snowball gathered together and hit them, drowning out all the roars.

Abaddon hid behind the statue. Maybe... maybe the statue of the Lord Knight and the sacred bird could scare away the monster. This was his last hope.

So, he also saw clearly what happened next.

He heard a cry from the divine bird above his head, and its falling feathers turned into countless blooming golden lights.

The golden light outlined a familiar figure, a figure that could never appear here.

The figure's gaze did not linger on Abaddon for even a moment.

She grasped the long sword that was immersed in the ice, and it once again turned into a sharp golden light.

The light swept across everyone, and the snowball that fell like a meteorite shattered into pieces.

The light penetrated the body of the "Emperor" and went straight into the monster.

(End of this chapter)