When Willett relaxed her consciousness, the person who controlled her body was no longer her original self. The monster inside her body replaced her spirit and took control of her actions.

Those ice-blue eyes seemed to be filled with heavy snow at this moment, and the endless ice and snow winter seemed to fit into those eyes.

Just look at it and you will feel the trembling of your soul, and the bones and blood hidden under the skin will freeze into ice.

The thousands of ice flowers released just now are more powerful than when they were in the underground cave of the fourth restricted area.

If Mondrikin hadn't come to the rescue, the potion appraiser would have died under the crystal clear ice.

He took off the magic hat on his head and took out a lot of bottles and jars. The appraiser selected a few bottles and applied medicine to his wounds through his clothes.

Because the injured location was the hip, the appraiser's expression was not only grateful, but also filled with embarrassment that was difficult to resolve.

Mondrikin, who was in control of Edward's body, turned a blind eye to this. He turned his back and looked in the direction of Violet, waiting without saying a word while his subordinate finished applying the medicine to his buttocks.

After applying the medicine, the appraiser shuddered. The chill in the air seemed to be much stronger than before. After realizing something, he hurriedly crawled to Mondrigin's side, his trembling voice was filled with tears:

"My lord...my lord! That monster is coming after me! My lord, you must make the decision for me! The heir of the Violet family is not a human being at all...she is a monster!

A devil who kills without blinking an eye!"

The left corner of Mondrikin's mouth was slightly raised, and when it appeared on Edward's face, the smile became increasingly weird and cold:

"Don't worry, you won't die now."

A cold snort came from his nose, and Mondrikin's tone was meaningful:

"Let me ask you, since I am a potion appraiser in Credo, there is always some special potion... If it is a potion that can induce evil and darkness, that would be the best.

"

The potion appraiser didn't know why Mondrikin needed this kind of potion, so he blinked his wide eyes.

When the sight touched Mondrikin's eyes, the appraiser shivered violently as if bitten by a poisonous snake, and rummaged through his hat in a panic, his fingers trembling due to nervousness:

"There must be some. I have brought many types of potions. Potions that can make people evil are full of dark and evil potions... I have two bottles here!"

While the two were talking, a petite figure walked out slowly from behind the piled rubble.

Long ice-blue hair and black magic robes move automatically without wind. Wherever they walk, the ground and rocks will be covered with cold white frost...

The air around Villit was flashing with crystal bright blue light spots, and in the snow-filled eyes, except for the endless cold winter, there was no trace of human emotion.

At this time, Brenda had lost consciousness, but still relied on instinct and the remaining obsession in her heart to catch up.

The purple flame brightened the dark space. Willett quickly locked the location of the potion appraiser, and the temperature continued to drop at a very fast speed.

A few dozen meters away, the breath exhaled by the appraiser had turned into white mist, as if he had fallen into an endless snowfield, and every joint in his body was frozen and aching.

Thinking of his buttocks cut by ice flowers, the potion appraiser felt shocked, angry, ashamed and annoyed.

However, his strong desire to survive still made him instinctively fear the ice and snow witch who seemed to come out of the far north.

Mondrikin raised his left hand and swung it downwards, his cold voice without any emotion: "

Go down and do what you have to do, if you don't want to die now."

The magic potion appraiser nodded and bowed as if he was being amnesty, got up from the ground with a happy face, handed the potion to Mondrikin, and limped away without hesitation...

From a distance, it looks like a stray dog ​​running away with its tail between its legs.

Mondrikin turned around and looked directly at the girl with long ice-blue hair in the light of the purple flames. The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Seeing that Brenda had no intention of speaking, he curled his lips in boredom.

:

"You are considered a monster by others, and you are as stupid as a piece of wood. Is this how the heir of the Willet family treats his enemies?"

In her ice-blue eyes, the flowing wind and snow suddenly condensed. Brenda looked at Mondrikin expressionlessly, or just looked at Edward, and finally spoke:

"Enemy? Are you worthy?"

If she didn't look like a little girl on the outside, such a cold and indifferent voice would sound like an ancient ferocious beast, full of disdain and coldness.

This answer seemed to surprise Mondrikin. He raised his eyebrows casually, raised his right hand, and pressed his thumb and ring finger together:

“You’ll know once you try it.”

"Crack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mondrikin snapped his fingers.

The purple netherworld fires floating in the air suddenly moved together. The burning purple flames condensed into a huge fireball with a diameter of fifty meters in an instant, and smashed head-first into Willet below!

The purple fireball burned the air violently, but the temperature was not scorching, but very cold. Like the soul fire condensed by thousands of ghosts, the purple fireball contained anger and endless sorrow. Just get closer, and it would

It makes one’s hair stand on end and the scalp feels numb.

Facing the huge fireball full of resentment, Willett's face remained expressionless, as if he was not the one being attacked.

When the fireball condensed by the netherworld fire was about to touch the icy blue hair, the ice and snow girl finally made a move.

He raised his white fingers gently, brought his index finger and middle finger together, quickly placed them on his chin, and silently recited a word in his mouth.

When this word was read out, the menacing Netherworld Purple Fire seemed to hit an invisible wall, and was instantly ejected, scattering into thousands of purple sparks, which were fleeting in the dark space.

As brilliant as fireworks...

Mondrikin retracted his raised hand, looked at Willet who was emitting light blue light in the darkness, thought for two seconds, raised the corners of his mouth, and nodded slightly:

"It seems that I underestimated you, which is interesting." When he said this, he paused deliberately, "But your strength only goes so far."

As these words fell, the purple flame that had disappeared into the darkness appeared again.

Purple flames gathered in the air to form a skeleton claw. The surface of the claw was covered with a layer of scales that shone like metal, and the arrangement of the scales was the same as that of a venomous snake.

The flaming skull's claws suddenly opened, and the sharp bone claws pierced the air, causing a piercing scream, and launched a sneak attack from behind Brenda at a speed faster than the wind.

This time, Violet did not dodge. Ice-blue light bloomed in her hand. A sword of black ice, which was more than two meters long, appeared in her hand. The sword of black ice looked even bigger than Violet's.

Much bigger.

Against the background of the giant sword, the nine-year-old girl looks even more petite.

Holding the giant black ice sword, Brenda swung her wrist and arm back, without even turning her head. The terrifying purple skull claws were instantly chopped into pieces by the big sword condensed from black ice.

The ice-blue sword light cut through the black space and chopped the skeleton's claws into pieces. At the same time, Violet's figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, leaving only the broken skeleton's claws that turned into purple light particles and dissipated in the wind.

Mondrikin raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, a cold, thin white hand grasped his neck from behind.

The sound of ice and snow without any emotion came from behind, passed through the air, and penetrated into Mondrikin's ears:

"You're going to die, little brat."

Without giving Mondrikin a chance to speak, crystal clear light blue ice flowers enveloped the nine-year-old boy's body. Under the extreme cold, Edward's eyes and eyelashes were frozen with a layer of hard and cold ice.

Edward, who was frozen into ice, no longer had any breath of life. He was as stiff as an ice sculpture and could not move. But the monster that occupied Willet's body would not have any compassion for weak lives.

What's more, Mondrikin used Edward's image to say so many unpleasant words to him before, and the monster who controls the body of the Magic Guild Master is also a monster who likes to hold grudges.

Would it allow the guy who had humiliated him to be trapped in the ice and snow and die quietly?

The huge sword of black ice was swung by Willet, and the sharp blade cut through the black space, and cut off Edward's head in one fell swoop!

The bodyless head hit the ground hard with a muffled thud, and then rolled to the edge of an irregular piece of gravel, leaving only the body standing in place.

Because the blood in the body was frozen by the extremely cold temperature, even if the head was cut off, scarlet blood would not spurt out from the cut neck.

The black ice giant sword was casually thrown to the ground by Willet, turning into bright blue particles and dissipating...

With the blue light spots surrounding it, it can see the surrounding scene clearly without any other light source. It finally gained the initiative to control its body, and now it has solved the eyesore.

The ice monster is in a good mood.

While walking forward in the darkness, I have begun to think about how to get out of this ghost place and turn Credo into a blizzard paradise.

If only I could get more power...

Maybe you can turn the entire magical world into white forever, everything will be covered with beautiful ice and snow, and you will be the master of the magical world.

Before I could finish thinking about this idea, a strong sense of crisis suddenly emerged.

The ice-blue girl turned around and raised her hands, and just as she was about to make a defensive move, a dark purple flying arrow silently approached and pierced its chest!

The ice blue eyes widened in disbelief, and in the pupils filled with ice and snow, the brewing storm all turned into nothingness at this moment.

When she regained consciousness, the first thing that greeted Brenda was severe and suffocating pain.

With her whole body exhausted and an arrow still stuck in her chest, Brenda could no longer stand still. She fell heavily to the ground and sprayed out a mist of blood from her mouth!

Severe pain swept through him, but his chaotic consciousness became extremely clear.

The real Willett regained control of his body.

And now, having been penetrated by the purple magic arrow, he is already on the edge of the boundary between life and death.

With her whole body soaked with cold sweat, Brenda put one hand on the ground and reluctantly raised her head to look, but what she saw was Edward's indifferent figure.

After a moment of trance, Willet sighed tremblingly. His life was about to end, but the person who killed him was not the one promised.

I didn't expect that before death, my consciousness could actually return to the physical body and deeply feel the pain of death. It hurts more than I imagined, and it's even more painful... and lonely.

However, it seems that at least he did not hurt innocent people.
To be continued...