178: Chapter 178 Your God May Not Be Able to Beat My Ancestor

"Help me deal with these two pale skins first, let's start!"

Aivage, standing opposite, didn't hesitate. He took his hands off the backpack straps, spread his fingers, and a ring of silvery-white magical halo lit up at his fingertips.

"Deal. But let's make it clear first, I'm helping you deal with The Chilling Ones, not defecting. I was never one of them from the very beginning."

"I know this."

Xie Feng nodded.

"You're not?"

Aivage tilted his head to glance at Duni and Uks Lodhan, a look of disdain on his face.

"The pale white on my skin was dyed by myself. Divination has been giving me gibberish ever since I entered the mountains. Chatting with these two fellows was just to extract intelligence. Now that I have the intelligence, they are useless."

Duni abruptly turned his head, those eyes staring dead at Aivage, pale fingers trembling violently within the cuffs of his dark gray magic robe.

"You? You're an undercover agent?! The blessing of the Lord of Immortality on your body is fake?!"

"The blessing is real." Aivage slowly turned the ring of silvery-white magical halo at his fingertips toward Duni.

"I converted independently and completed the blessing myself by following the Incomplete Manual. But conversion doesn't equal risking one's life! I just wanted to figure out the internal intelligence of you guys, The Chilling Ones, to find a chance to approach the Lord of Immortality. Now the intelligence is enough, and it's time for you to exit."

Actually, Aivage didn't know why he could hide his aura according to the Incomplete Manual, but he attributed this to his previous wizard career—drawing inferences from one instance, after all.

Uks Lodhan moved with extreme speed toward the ice sculpture, heading straight for the Third Princess.

Xie Feng glanced at him.

The Barrier of Nak-Titer suddenly thickened in front of the ice sculpture. Xie Feng maintained the barrier with his left hand and spread the five fingers of his right hand. Silvery-white magical threads surged out from his fingertips, weaving into a Wither Spell in the air, which slammed directly onto Uks Lodhan's left shoulder.

Uks Lodhan let out a muffled grunt. The magic robe cuff on his entire left arm turned gray under the erosion of the Wither Spell, revealing the pale, almost transparent skin underneath, on the surface of which tortoise-shell cracks had already begun to appear.

He gritted his teeth and retreated several steps. Aivage had already cut in from the side, a silver light flashed, and with a single sword stroke, he chopped off Uks Lodhan's arm.

"No, are you a wizard? Who did you study under? Gandalf??"

Xie Feng was quite surprised by Aivage, the melee wizard.

At the very same instant, Duni's grayish-white magic shockwave blasted toward Aivage's back.

Aivage could no longer dodge it.

Xie Feng caught this blow for him. The Barrier of Nak-Titer suddenly turned from in front of the ice sculpture, stretching into a light curtain behind Aivage, taking Duni's shockwave head-on.

The Wither Spell had already followed closely behind, spreading rapidly upward from Duni's feet, entangling his legs and nailing him firmly in place.

Duni lowered his head to look at the gray tortoise-shell cracks spreading and expanding on his legs. Raising his fingers, he still wanted to make a final struggle, but Aivage's Binding Spell entangled his hands and torso together, firmly fixing him onto the frozen soil just like Uks Lodhan.

The two pale wizards were nailed to the frozen soil pillars. Their dark gray magic robes were tightly bound by the silvery-white magic light patterns of the Binding Spell, and blood was still seeping out from their cracked skin.

Duni raised his head, and emotions that did not belong to The Chilling Ones appeared in those eyes.

It was anger and humiliation.

When he spoke, his voice was venomous: "You think it's over like this? The Lord of Immortality won't let you go. The White Worm was able to crush Mu-Thuran from Senges, and crushing the two of you is just a matter of Him turning over."

Xie Feng struck the cold crystal blind staff against the frozen soil, walked in front of Duni, and squatted down.

"You said the White Worm? Rlim Shaikorth, right. It's true that He crushed Mu-Thuran, but do you know who picked Him up from the Northern Cities and threw Him to Senges?"

"My ancestor. Liu Yanqing. That's the Jiuzhou madman who makes all the wizards in Hyperborea itch with hatred whenever his name is mentioned. You Chilling Ones chatter every day about how powerful the Lord of Immortality is, but my ancestor picked Him up with one hand and threw Him away. Whether He can crush me or not, I'm not sure."

"But I'm certain He might not be able to beat my ancestor."

The venom and anger in Duni's pale eyes completely froze.

Uks Lodhan was tied to the frozen soil pillar nearby. His pale face turned toward Duni, the corners of his mouth twitched despairingly, and then he closed his eyes.

Aivage looked at Xie Feng and spoke: "Liu Yanqing is your ancestor??"

Xie Feng stood up, patted the ice chips off his knees, and held the cold crystal blind staff in his hands again:

"I'll talk to you about it in detail later; actually, I'm not very clear about it either. Now let's deal with these two pale skins first, and then you come with me to the ice sculpture side. The matter with Rhan-Tegoth isn't finished yet."

The Third Princess was standing directly beneath the ice sculpture, having already opened her eyes.

Xie Feng suddenly turned back around.

"Right, right, sign your name!"

With a look of confusion on his face, Aivage took the charcoal pencil and signed his name on Xie Feng's self-made book of knowledge about the cthulhu mythos.

Although he didn't know why this veiled mad grand wizard in front of him wanted his signature so badly, if he didn't sign for him, things might end up with a Wither Spell, so Aivage very wisely signed his name for Xie Feng.

"Invincible. I won't sell this book of mine for any amount of money."

Xie Feng muttered to himself, stuffed the book back into the inner pocket of his robe, placing it right next to the book of eibon and cultes des goules, then waved to Aivage and turned to walk over to the Third Princess directly beneath the ice sculpture.

The Third Princess was sitting cross-legged on the ice shell, her hands crossed and pressed against her Dantian position.

"This is Aivage, the person I told you about who chased after me asking for directions in the Old Capital bookstore. Guaranteed to be an authentic character, completely reliable."

Xie Feng stepped aside by half a step, letting Aivage squat down opposite the Third Princess.

Aivage set his leather backpack down by his feet, a trace of slight confusion flashing across his face, but he didn't press Xie Feng on why he introduced him with such strange phrasing.

He just squatted down, sensed for a few breaths, and looked again at the sleeping Rhan-Tegoth in the ice sculpture, forming a rough judgment on the condition of the fragment.

"How on earth do you plan to take the fragment out?"

Aivage spoke first, his gaze shifting from the Third Princess's abdomen to Xie Feng.

"As expected of the original protagonist, you saw through it at a glance?"

"Directly infuse magic power to make the tentacles grow, and then use the Old Gods' true body in front of us to lure the tentacles out."

"That's too crazy. The quality of the magic power inside your body is already outrageously high, and the one in the ice sculpture next to us is still sleeping. If you forcibly activate the fragment, it will carry the aftermath of the Old Gods when it rushes out. In case it wakes up Rhan-Tegoth, are you planning to fight Him right when He just wakes up?"

After finishing, Aivage looked at Xie Feng with an undisguised look of looking at a madman.

"I take back my first impression of you in the Old Capital. You're not a weirdo with heavy curiosity; you're a madman. No wonder Duni called you a mad wizard."

Xie Feng was rendered silent by his retort, then spread his hands and made a gesture of invitation, implying that since you refuted so decisively, you must have a better plan.

"Lure it slowly with magic power and control the quality well. The quality of the Old Gods' magic power on you is at least an order of magnitude higher than the native magic of Hyperborea, which is enough to make that tentacle voluntarily come out of the Dantian. It will be attracted by the higher purity of magic power, thinking it's the call of Rhan-Tegoth."

Speaking to this point, Aivage turned to the Third Princess, letting her make the decision herself.

Xie Feng didn't hesitate and nodded: "Alright, you are the chief military doctor now, I'll step aside."

Finishing his words, he retreated half a step, giving the position closest to the Third Princess to Aivage.