Chapter 285

Shwaaaaaaaah-!

In the midst of a swirling snowstorm.

Sirka's steps as she ran up the softly falling, pure white snowflakes looked light and brisk, as if she was ta

king a walk.

But the speed quickly accelerated, and soon caught up with the speed of the swirling snowstorm.

[What the… …!]

The spirits of the cold were confused.

[You dare to oppose us!]

Their angry voices reverberated through the snowstorm.

Their anger was justified.

They are spirits of the cold.

He was the executor of winter.

[A mere elf tries to defy winter!]

[Just accept it!]

[Obey and endure!]

Because winter was not something that any mere creature could dare to go against.

[That is the fate given to creatures!]

Phew!

A blizzard swept in from all directions, engulfing Sirka.

In that bitter cold wave, white breath finally leaked out from Sirka's mouth as she ran through the sky.

[Execute Winter!]

[Execute Winter!]

Wheeeeeeeeeek-

But nothing could stop Sirka's steps.

Even in the face of that intense cold, Sirka did not flinch at all.

Rather, as the blizzard grew fiercer, Sirka's speed only increased.

The extreme of 'Elf's Footsteps'.

and.

"Spirit Armor!"

As we move forward step by step like that.

Pure white snowflakes gradually clung to Sirka's body.

Jeez, jeez, jeez!

A huge ice armor began to form all over Sirka's body.

It grew in size, and as he clenched his fist, a spear of ice tree sprouted out and transformed into a giant h

ammer.

Hoooowoong- Kuwang-!

He just hit me with his fist.

In that one room, the direction of the blizzard changed with a huge explosion.

[… … !]

A frigid spirit of overwhelming size that filled the field of vision visibly staggered.

'It's working!'

Sirka's eyes flashed sharply.

At that moment, the giant hammer that Sirka was swinging also grew bigger and bigger.

Another room.

Kuwang!

The blizzard screams.

The bitter cold mercilessly tears and flutters.

Sirka's attacks were merciless and unstoppable.

Kwang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

[Ghhhhhhhhhhhh!]

The giant hands of the angry spirits of the cold grabbed Sirka.

Phew!

Sirka burst through and struck their hands, arms, shoulders, and faces.

The sight was truly horrifying.

A bitter winter.

Winter itself, born from the fruit of Elvenwood.

The sight of Sirka bravely charging forward against those overwhelming beings was like a flower that had

managed to sprout through the cold icy ground.

[The King of the Snowmen, the Lord of the Cold, laughs, showing his teeth.]

[The King of the Snowmen, the Lord of the Cold, urges them not to mess with the spirits, but simply to ru

le them.]

Silad's nagging continued.

To both Suho and Sirka.

Sirka took his advice to heart.

"Like this?"

Snap-!

Sirka jumped high into the sky and grabbed the head of the spirit of cold with her hands covered in giant i

ce gloves.

[Ghhhh! How dare you-!]

The spirit of the cold rebelled.

Then all the blizzards in the area rose up and pushed Sirka away.

No, I pushed it away.

No, I couldn't push it away at all.

Sirka, still clutching the bastard's head, was looking down at him from that high place.

"Shut up and obey."

With a haughty and domineering gaze like a queen.

"You are mine now."

[… … Gaaaah!]

The bastard shuddered under those determined eyes.

And he cried and rebelled.

Something is wrong.

It was ridiculous.

A mere elf!

[How could a creature… …!]

"Don't go against winter?"

Sirka laughed at the bastard's defiance.

These guys were seriously mistaken from the start.

The reason why the previous monarch, Shilad, created a sanctuary in the cold land and made the elves liv

e on that frozen land.

It was only for this moment.

Any of your descendants who will be born in the future.

No matter which of the ice elves will succeed him.

Never again should anyone succumb to winter.

"Our winter has been here since birth. So even if there were any other ice elves here besides me… … you

would be nothing to us."

[The King of the Snowmen, the Lord of the Cold, bows in satisfaction.]

"So, kneel down right now."

Sirka, who had inherited his will, continued to speak resolutely.

Phew!

Sirka, who was holding the bastard's head with one hand, raised her other hand, which was holding the h

ammer, high into the sky.

"If you don't want to get beaten up."

And then he struck down mercilessly.

… … Boom! Boom bang! Boom bang bang!

Over and over again.

Continue on.

Until the bastard's massive body was crushed and he lay flat on the ground.

[Keeeeeek… … .]

"… … It must hurt a lot."

Suho and Ber, who were looking up at the scene from a distance, were at a loss for words.

Children born in winter are strong.

Because it was a place that couldn't be endured unless it was that poisonous.

But there are five of them in total.

The spirit of the cold that Sirka was personally beating was only one.

What about the remaining four?

[Ghhhhhhhhhh!]

Whioooooooo-

The snowstorm is swirling dizzily.

Seeing that the direction is disorganized… … .

"Hmm. Is that thing running away?"

[I think so.]

The remaining four spirits were scattered in all directions, east, west, south, and north, centered around

where Sirka was.

But the momentum was too overwhelming and brutal to simply run away in fear.

[Execute Winter!]

[Executing Winter… …!]

[Winter… …!]

Well, it seemed like there was a reason for it.

There was no need for winter to come only to this city.

However, if we let them run away like that, it was clear that a bitter cold would come upon every path the

y took.

It was obvious what the outcome would be.

"If we leave them alone, the entire Earth will freeze over like the world of the Ice Elves?"

[That's right.]

"If I catch them, I'll level up too?"

[That's right.]

Berg nodded broadly in response to Suho's question.

But even knowing all that, there was a reason why they could be so relaxed.

"Harmakan."

[Yes, master.]

Swoosh-

As if waiting for the guardian's call, Harmakan appeared.

Last night, Suho visited Korea and brought Harmakan, who was researching virtual reality with Yoo Jinho,

here for a while.

Even if he were to leave for a while, Harmakan still had a lot of work to do here.

Although Suho had given him so many tasks, Harmakan was fundamentally a sorcerer of the Demonic Cla

n who enjoyed studying sorcery.

In particular, what the Demon Tribe enjoys the most is playing with souls.

Those rare spirits were also fun experiments, but even Suho couldn't have predicted that such guys woul

d appear in the first place.

So, there was no other reason why he brought Harmakan to this city.

[It took a while to weave the magic circle because of the fallen leaves in Elvenwood, but I just finished it a

little while ago.]

"good job."

Boom!

[Huh, huh?!]

The spirits of the cold who were trying to escape Sirka were suddenly blocked by a transparent force field

and trapped inside the city.

They were embarrassed and angry.

[What is this barrier!]

[Do you dare to lock us up!]

WHEEWHH! KWAKWAKWANG!

The fury of the cold struck the transparent wall.

The force field surrounding the city shook incessantly under the tremendous attack, teetering precariously

as if it would shatter at any moment.

But still.

[How could this happen… …!]

[How can the magic of the Demon Tribe… …!]

There was no nod.

'Instance Dungeon'

This vast barrier, the legacy of Candiaru, the great sorcerer of the Demonic Tribe and the next monarch, t

ore a rift between dimensions and dragged the entire Paradise City into the other world.

Once trapped here, it was impossible to break through the dimensional wall and travel to another dimensi

on, no matter how bitter the winter was.

But this was by no means because Candiaru was of a higher rank than those bastards.

On the other hand, Candiaru's blessing 'Good Health and Longevity' was not affected by 'Debuff: Cold'.

The level between the two was similar.

If Candiaru was the eternal second-in-command of the underworld, the King of Demons and the Lord of

the Underworld, he could never surpass him.

On the other hand, the spirits of the cold are the strongest spirits that Silad forced to submit by force in or

der to become his monarch.

They are of similar grades.

But still.

Most of the spells that Candiaru had designed with all his heart and soul solely for the sole purpose of the

Shadow Lord were advanced spells that could even be used on higher-ranking monarchs.

[Ghhhhhhhhhhhh!]

[Get us out now!]

[Execute winter… …!]

Snap!

"Where are you running away to?"

One of the spirits of the cold who had been striking the transparent barrier indiscriminately was eventuall

y caught by the hair by Sirka who had chased him from behind.

[… … ?!]

At that moment, the guy looked back and was terrified.

I saw what happened to the spirit that was captured by Sirka earlier.

Pure white snowfield!

Something absolute that was the executioner of winter… …

It was completely crushed.

Lying flat at Sirka's feet.

It was the ultimate humiliation for a person who had to fly freely towards the world in the bitter cold of wi

nter.

[How dare you… …! What the heck?!]

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

"You too, obey. If you don't want to be beaten."

Of course, the second spirit was no different.

The violence and coercion begin again.

And in the meantime, the city's villains were dying.

"Ugh… … ."

They fought each other to eat each other, but eventually, one by one, they could not endure the cold and

collapsed on the snowfield.

Like the elves who once froze to death while running away from winter.

But there is no need to mourn their deaths.

[These are evil spirits that committed murder. They are my favorite material.]

Harmakan was smiling.

It's always fun to mess around with demons.

Especially, looking at the villains' riot and the terrible chaos that occurred today, Harmakan added one mor

e spell when creating this instance dungeon.

Tiring!

[Skill: Mirage is activated throughout the instance dungeon.]

'mirage'

A powerful illusion used by Xavier, a demonic spirit who fought in Haeundae, that pulls out and shows the

most horrific or intense moment from the target's memory.

Through this illusion, Xavier enjoyed viewing the colorful horrors hidden within the baser minds of human

s.

However, Harmakan is the chieftain of the Demonic Tribe, who is of a much higher rank than Xavier.

If Xavier used sandstorms as the material for his illusions at that time, Harmakan was able to create more

powerful illusions using the blizzards here as the material.

in result.

-Why did you kill me?

-I begged you to spare my life… … .

"… … !"

The villains who were half-conscious on the snowfield could not help but open their eyes wide in shock.

Before their eyes… … the people who had been killed by their own hands appeared.

It became the appearance of a cold corpse covered in dried blood.

"What, what? How… … ?"

"Father, I was definitely the one who killed him… … ?"

In the face of that horrific nightmare, the villains could not help but instinctively retreat.

But their bodies, frozen from the cold, hardly moved.

and.

-I begged you to save me!

"Eww!"

"S, save me… …!"

They died, haunted by the nightmare they had brought upon themselves.

[Level up.]

[Level up.]

Could it be because there were a lot of villains living in the city?

Or maybe it's because they've accumulated a lot of bad karma over the years.

Suho leveled up.

But Suho's gaze wasn't on the status window.

Glance.

Could it be because the fallen leaves that were causing cognitive impairment were covering the snowfiel

d?

When my dulled senses returned, I was finally able to feel something.

Suho suddenly raised his head and asked with sharp eyes glaring at the snow-covered sky.

"Who are you?"

Gooooooooo-

[The Apostle of Paradise is watching you.]

Beyond the instance dungeon, somewhere far away, an ominous gaze was watching us.