Chapter 41 Netheril
"Tricky thing."
Brian looked at the Sun Sculpture, then looked away to avoid being ensnared, and fell into deep thought.
Physical means alone seemed to have no effect on the Sun Sculpture.
"We can’t destroy it. Should we just leave it here?"
Brian shook his head, feeling it would be a waste.
Considering that it was connected to a deity, he had a vague sense that despite the eerie nature of the Sun Sculpture, it could yield unforeseen effects if utilized properly.
Pausing for a moment, Brian averted his gaze, his Dragon Claws idly scratching his chin as he contemplated, "The primary objective is to determine which creatures are influenced by the Sun Sculpture.
From the current information, both he and William were influenced.
However, the ordinary Ogres remained unaffected when they gazed at the Sun Sculpture. To them, it appeared as nothing more than a regular wood carving, except for its indestructibility.
"Tancred, relocate the Sun Sculpture to that spot over there," Brian instructed, pointing to a spacious empty area.
After moving the Sun Sculpture, Tancred seemed to want to say something, but Brian's Dragon Wings flapped, creating a gust of wind as he took off, disappearing into the night sky in the blink of an eye.
Flying at high speed, Brian returned to the territory of the ice river.
The white Giant Dragon abruptly seized a regular Arctic Ice Spirit without providing any explanation and soared into the sky with it.
As they flew, the Arctic Ice Spirit gazed up at Brian with respect and asked, "Master, what task do you have for me?" Brian looked down at the spirit with a face made of Ice Crystal, displaying reverence and exuding an air of authority.
"Just a small experiment. If it proves successful, you shall be rewarded.
Although Brian did not specify the consequences of failure, the intelligent Arctic Ice Spirit could anticipate the potential outcomes.
Nevertheless, there was no hint of dissatisfaction or fear on his face; only a sense of pride in being able to serve Brian. Such was the potency of the dragon-blood transformation.
It had a certain brainwashing effect.
As for using subordinates for dangerous experiments, Brian saw it as perfectly normal.
Under the shelter of Dragon Wings, his subordinates were granted protection and were expected to be willing to lay down their lives when necessary.
Ultimately, they were just servants. Brian didn't care what they thought of him—whether they saw him as a merciful and kind master or a cruel tyrant made no difference to him.
Flying at full speed, Brian swiftly returned to the Ogre basin. The Ogres had resumed their regular activities, congregated around a large iron pot, engaged in conversations about various topics. Tancred patrolled the basin, wielding the Black Spiked Hammer, relishing in the authority and prestige of being an Ogre Chief.
Brian landed whose Dragon Wings folding at his sides. He placed the Arctic Ice Spirit next to the Sun Sculpture.
"Master?"
The Arctic Ice Spirit looked at Brian in confusion, not knowing what to do.
Brian said in a deep voice, "Look at the Sun Sculpture."
He had a suspicion that the Sun Sculpture only ensnared creatures with higher intelligence, which could explain why most Ogres were immune to its effects. Tancred's intelligence was considered high for an Ogre, but it paled in comparison to that of an Arctic Ice Spirit.
Elemental beings g typically possessed higher intelligence levels than adult humans. Despite Arctic Ice Spirits being considered lacking in combat abilities, their intelligence was not to be underestimated.
Following Brian's instructions, the Arctic Ice Spirit turned to face the Sun Sculpture.
