Chapter 446: The Perfect Winter Breath

The next moment, Annan's mind came up with a sentence.

It was said by the old grandmother in the dragon language... Just hearing this sentence, Annan felt that his health was rapidly declining.

"...The word "winter" was born before the four seasons, and even more before the light and fire. It was originally used to describe the earth's first birth, when the sky was as quiet as a dying old man; hatred of things..."

- So far.

Annan had already lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, his health was down to a precarious 1%. The interior of the Tower of Frost has formed another layer of extremely beautiful frost.

The two and a half sentences of "the secret of creation" that Annan had heard before were firmly engraved in Annan's heart.

"...What do you say with a straight face, let me fight by myself, and what do you want..."

But it wasn't that they stuffed a bunch of good stuff in private.

Annan muttered softly.

Influenced by the highest order Frost Domain.

Got a gift from my grandmother.

... Next, the ceremony will officially begin.

Annan placed the corpse of the superhuman who had already been transported in a circle around him according to the twelve o'clock on the clock.

They all lie flat with their faces up and their palms down. Their hair had already been shaved off by Annan himself, and their bald heads were in a circle, leaning against Annan's feet.

Annan took out the curse "Ice Cubes with Light" that Kafne made for Annan.

It was like an oval ice grain the size of a grape, and it looked like a light bulb, but it wasn't dazzling, and it was probably the same level of light as a desk lamp used by students.

They are stored in a small women's lantern, white silk shade even embroidered with patterns, and composed of hollow sterling silver and finely polished crystal.

This is Kaphne's favorite lantern...and the solitary lantern she lit behind her when she killed as a "Shadow Demon".

When Annan's hand was on the lampshade, he could even feel a touch of warmth. That's the very light heat left behind when the light hits the lampshade. If it wasn't for the fact that Annan's perception attribute is very high now, even in the cold tower of frost, he might not be able to perceive the difference from room temperature.

But when Annan touched the ice, he felt a very obvious coldness.

- That's a "sense of adsorption".

It's like licking a metal railing in winter, or touching dry ice with your hand... just a little lighter than that.

But if ordinary people touch this ice cube, there is a high probability that they will be frostbitten.

It obviously stores light, but is it colder than ordinary ice?

It's in a container made of crystal, but it doesn't melt at room temperature.

But the moment Annan's hand held it, white smoke immediately evaporated.

Annan gently placed it under the corpse's tongue and closed his mouth to hide it from light.

The superhuman corpses that have been frozen in the ice warehouse for a long time have a blue-purple-white color on their skin. Not to mention any body temperature, it is even extremely cold in itself.

But even so, the "light-sealed ice" will gradually begin to melt when it is not stored in a transparent container.

Annan, on the other hand, stood in the middle of all the corpses with his eyes closed, his face calmly breathing naturally.

The torrential rain outside the house continued.

The rolling clouds gradually gathered and became lower in pressure.

People who traveled have already returned home, and the rainstorm made a roar in the city.

With Annan's current mana pool, it is not difficult to maintain a "mind like rain" for a long enough time. And it was originally going to rain for Noah, Annan just added a piece of material.

But this also makes the light completely invisible under the sky.

It was pitch black inside the Tower of Frost.

An Nanji stood in the center for quiet, motionless. And as he breathed, the twelve "light-sealed ice cubes" kept shining brightly.

The highest level of influence he holds, like the eye of a storm, attracts the magic power from the surrounding heaven and earth from afar.

The incomparably gloomy magic power continuously gathered from the tower of frost and the torrential rain outside. Part of it was inhaled into Annan's body, and part of it was submerged into the corpse at his feet.

——The light hidden in the body cannot penetrate the restraint of the corpse, and the corpse gradually becomes like glass, transparent and shining.

"Grandma [Ligredo]..."

Annan whispered the old grandmother's real name.

With his chanting, Frost Cold's incomparable power seeped out from Annan's side.

A thin layer of frost gradually formed on the skin of Annan and those corpses. Even Annan's heartbeat became extremely slow... He felt a cold force constantly transforming his lungs, trachea and nasopharynx.

He opened his mouth with great difficulty, and read out Mr. Yao's real name again: "Bode... Shelter me..."

"—I can hear, the crane... is there something wrong?"

Some familiar voices sounded in Annan's heart: "It's [The Breath of Winter], right?

"let me help you."

The next moment, an incomparably splendid, brilliant golden light burst out from Annan's body.

He was covered with ice and light inside.

It's like an "ice cube sealed with light".

The twelve hours, twelve months, and twelve corpses form the symbol of the twelve righteous gods.

Incomparably strong cold air and brilliance seeped out from the twelve corpses. Annan stood in the middle, and his whole body was gradually frozen by the cold air... and the radiant light swam flexibly in his body, as if he was carving something or healing something.

The brilliance of the twelve corpses gradually faded, and the ice cubes gradually melted completely. Annan, on the other hand, maintained a standing state, completely enclosed in ice, and his body exuded a dazzling light.

This light was like some kind of liquid, shaking and dripping in the ice, gradually seeping into Annan's lungs.

This was repeated for several hours.

until sunset.

At the moment when the mana pool in Annan changed, the "ice" and "light" on his body suddenly disappeared at the same time.

As Annan slowly opened his eyes.

He took a deep breath... It was like taking a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaling it, but what he exhaled was an extremely cold wind that was enough to freeze mortals instantly.

[You have completed a ritual perfectly, your will attribute +2]

[You have obtained the heterogeneous ability "Cold Breath of Winter", and the heterogeneity level is "Dragon of Frost Scales"]

[Cold Breath of Winter (Heterogeneous): You can freely transform your breath into "Cold Breath of Winter", and this process will continue to consume order mana. 】

[When inhaling, you can extract the temperature and life of living creatures from the air. The extracted life can be used to restore some of your own injuries]

[When exhaling, an extremely cold wind will be rolled up, and its effect is equivalent to the dragon breath used by the "Frostscale Dragon" of the same age. Living creatures killed by this wind cannot be resurrected by all means below the truth level]