Chapter 304 Victor Frost Whisper

"Player Super Justice ()"

Vladimir never took "Victor" lightly.

Or to put it another way...in the entire "Hand of Winter" organization today, only Victor is the enemy that Vladimir must face squarely.

This middle-aged man was appointed by Grand Duke Ivan, inherited the "right thumb" ring left by Vladimir, and directly commanded the entire "right half" of the Hand of Winter.

He and Zorgen completely constitute the light and darkness of "Hand of Winter".

They guard the "Duke of Winter" and the "Duke of Winter" respectively.

Unless directly ordered by the Grand Duke, Victor will never leave the Grand Duke's mansion, in order to prevent the recurrence of Vladimir's theft of frost beasts in the past... It is also to prevent the prisoners who were imprisoned underground from the Grand Duke's mansion from escaping.

And Zorgen will always follow Annan all the time, hiding in his shadow.

To be entrusted with this important task by Grand Duke Ivan is enough to prove his outstanding talent.

In fact it is true.

Before Vladimir defected, only Victor could hold him down...not even Zorgen.

Zorgen couldn't even suppress his own strength—he was almost sure to kill with every shot, and there was no room for him to keep his hand. That's why he will be the last line of defense around the Grand Duke.

In addition to guarding the Grand Duke's Palace, Victor is also responsible for negotiating, negotiating and exchanging interests with the nobles.

His work is very heavy. This is especially true when the Dagong is fishing.

This is also one of the reasons why when Annan went to the Northland and wanted to take him with him, Victor politely refused.

When the Grand Duke is unable to work due to various affairs, he will immediately take over the work at hand. In order to better accomplish this mission, he must fully understand all the details of the winter world.

If Zhuoya is the head maid who takes care of daily life, then Victor is the butler of Duke Winter... At the level of the country, it is equivalent to the prime minister.

He is the guardian of the Duchy of Winter.

Also the original "Hand of Winter".

"Long time no see, Victor."

With a completely emotionless voice, Vladimir said in a low voice: "You still haven't aged... exactly the same as when I first saw you."

The bloody wounds reflected on Vladimir's old face, making it look even more terrifying.

Wearing butler costumes, the tall and tall Victor just raised his left hand, and calmly pulled the glove on his left hand with his right hand to make it tighter.

"Ah, yes."

Victor replied calmly, "I won't grow old, and you know that too."

"Heh. In a sense, I really envy you..."

"Why, have you also fallen into the philosophical myth of birth, old age, sickness and death?"

"...You are right."

unexpected.

Vladimir closed his eyes and nodded slowly.

Victor raised his brows, the corners of his mouth raised: "Huh."

"You don't have to laugh at me. Because I will also abandon this old body one day and step into eternity."

Vladimir's voice without any emotion sounded.

The dark gray figure behind him backed away from Selicia. Its twisted, branch-like arms reaching out to Selicia pointed back to the sky, and its twisted, painful face was aimed at Victor.

"You still have enough desire to form a [sublime false body]."

"Because I'm human."

Vladimir responded curtly: "And man's desires are infinite."

His voice fell.

Without any warning, he suddenly attacked Victor.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding world was soaked in a dark gray full of despair. The whole world is frozen like a black and white photo, only the scars on Vladimir and the sublime fake body behind him are bright red.

The next moment, the many wounds that split open from his body suddenly began to expand.

The world that stands still before my eyes,

Like a frozen photo. And the invisible sharp objects are like blades piercing from "outside the photo", tearing the whole world into pieces with ease——

Air, earth, walls.

It completely ignores the original "hardness" and "durability" of the object, and directly destroys it on a higher dimensional level. It's like a wound called "stigmata" that appeared for no reason... that is a stigmata covering the surface of the world.

Power enough to penetrate and cut through the world.

"...So that's it, the element of [suffering]?"

In theory, only elements can fight elements.

Not to mention the sublime prosthesis that has been developed to the limit and even has a form.

But that steady voice sounded from the frozen space on its own: "You want to be the God of Suffering? No, no..."

The frost-haired and gray-eyed Victor suddenly raised his right hand in the frozen world.

[We are all bodies of guilt——]

The incomparably skillful frost language gushed out of Victor's mouth.

In the blink of an eye, the world around me was covered with a layer of frost. And the seal of the cold ring hanging on his right thumb was also lifted.

It was as if the wound had been frozen by ice.

——The process of the collapse of the world suddenly stopped.

The next moment, dense spell patterns gushed out from the carrying object crazily—spreading to Victor's whole body in the blink of an eye.

No, even though it has covered the whole body, it still hasn't stopped.

The curse pattern full of curses was still spreading wildly outwards, forming two spirally wound black wings behind Victor. A gray fog visible to the naked eye formed around him, making his image hazy.

It was the seal and shackles written by the gods himself with endless curses.

Only in this way can the evil power be completely isolated from his body——

After breaking the seal, Victor's ears became slender, and his gray pupils seemed to flow with mercury.

--yes.

He is an elf, an old elf who has personally experienced the era of the "Other Empire".

He is one of the founders of the Frost Whisperer profession... he can be regarded as Annan's ancestor. A certain pope who was once an old grandmother.

And at the same time.

He was also a user of "spell energy" - and one of the advocates of the policy of destroying curse vaults.

It is because of this feat that he can survive.

It is precisely because of this crime that he is not allowed to die, nor is he allowed to be promoted to gold.

Because his soul was frozen by the divine power of the old grandmother, unable to age, sublimate, or dye. His life was forever stagnated at the moment of being frozen... The days after that were all redemption.

In order to suppress the toxicity of the curse energy, Victor has accumulated too many curses in his body. Once dead, it will cause a huge disaster.

On the other hand... he has accumulated enough curses to allow ordinary people to be promoted to gold, but he is still silver.

Then Vladimir would never treat him as an ordinary silver-rank transcendent.

"Spell Energy" and "Perfect Essence of Elements" are at the same level, both are liquid blood of the world. Although the opponent has not been promoted to the gold rank and cannot use the soul to extract the power of elements, Victor's soul has already been impregnated with spell energy.

The power of Vladimir's elements cannot suppress the opponent's soul.

...I'm afraid that's why His Majesty Annan only sent Victor to stop him.

Because Annan himself... Even with all the other Hands of Winter, he couldn't act in his [Field of Suffering].

But he didn't come to assassinate Annan originally.

"Victor Frostwhisper. I knew you'd be here waiting for me."

Vladimir read the other party's real name and looked directly at the other party: "Do you think that when I come back here... I will not make any preparations?"

"Ah...it doesn't matter."

Victor took a deep breath, and his patience was significantly reduced: "It's just a defeat."

The curse that filled his body made him extremely uncomfortable.

It was like walking in the cold wind for a long time, and then being blown by the hot wind... He felt severe pain like tearing from his whole body.

The fight can't last long...

However, during these thousand years, although he couldn't become stronger...but he didn't waste it.

The moment he raised his head, he looked at Vladimir with his mercury-like pupils.

Vladimir was suddenly drawn into the hallucination of pure white by him.