Chapter 42 He is the creator of everything. He is the supreme sun
Brian unsealed the Ice Crystal, revealing the sculpture's eerie and chilling body, complete with embedded eyeballs, the black sun shape, and delicate tendrils surrounding it.
The Arctic Ice Spirit, looked at the Sun Sculpture with a cautious gaze, guessing this was the experiment Brian mentioned.
However, it pondered how a seemingly peculiar sculpture could pose a threat. Brian silently observed the Arctic Ice Spirit's reactions as snowflakes gently descended, heightening the tension in the atmosphere.
For the first three or four seconds, the Arctic Ice Spirit seemed unaffected as if nothing had happened.
But when he had been staring at the Sun Sculpture for over five seconds, something changed.
The Ice Crystal eyes on his genderless face suddenly became vacant. In his vision, everything else seemed to disappear, leaving only the Sun Sculpture.
"He is born in the black mist. He is the creator of the black mist."
"…"
"He is the creator of everything. He is the supreme sun."
Whispers in an unintelligible language, reminiscent of the murmurs of a devil, seeped into his soul, causing the Arctic Ice Spirit to display a look of reverence.
Simultaneously, the Arctic Ice Spirit began to advance, edging closer to the Sun Sculpture.
Witnessing this, Brian's expression turned grave, and he yelled, "Stop!"
Dragon's Might surged from Brian, enveloping the Arctic Ice Spirit.
Empowered by the Dragon's Might, the Arctic Ice Spirit's body trembled, a glimmer of clarity crossing his face. He gazed at the Sun Sculpture in bewilderment, but this moment of lucidity swiftly faded as he yielded to the whispers once more, advancing towards the Sun Sculpture.
Brian raised his Dragon Claws and recited an incantation, summoning the elemental energy around him, preparing to cast the Hand of the Dragon spell.
But after a moment's thought, Brian lowered his Dragon Claws and stopped the incantation, silently watching the Arctic Ice Spirit succumb to the Sun Sculpture's eerie power.
He wanted to see exactly how this thing affected creatures and how it imparted that black mist power.
The fate of the affected Arctic Ice Spirit was sealed.
When the Arctic Ice Spirit was within several feet of the Sun Sculpture, he closed its eyes, kneeling a look of holy reverence before the sculpture, lowering its head, its face covered in shadow.
Strange sounds came from the Arctic Ice Spirit's mouth, not any known language on Noah Continent.
Brian listened carefully, recognizing it as the same murmurs he heard when he was ensnared.
He noted every syllable, and he began to understand this Evil God language with his excellent linguistic talent.
A few seconds later, something happened that made Brian's expression change.
Threads of black mist, resembling fine tendrils, extended from the Sun Sculpture and delicately touched the body of the Arctic Ice Spirit before burrowing into its skin and disappearing.
The Arctic Ice Spirit's body was composed of pure Ice Crystal, constituting an elemental life form. His semi-transparent body allowed any foreign object within to be easily discernible.
However, once the black mist entered, it seamlessly merged and vanished as if it were an illusion.
Brian knew it wasn't an illusion.
His sharp eyes sensed the energy fluctuations in the air, noticing that many elemental energies were being drawn into the Arctic Ice Spirit's body by the black mist, gradually strengthening it.
This rate of growth was faster than the Arctic Ice Spirit's increase in strength after becoming a Dragonline Creature.
Brain muttered, "What exactly is this black mist? Negative energy? Energy from Hell or the Abyss?"
"Or divine power?"
"No, if it were divine power, even a trace would be enough to kill me instantly. William used the black mist power in our fight."
Divine power could bypass nearly all magical and physical resistances, with only another deity or an individual possessing power equal to divine power being able to withstand it. Even a legendary Spellcaster or an ancient Red Dragon could be swiftly vanquished by divine power.
Brian didn't interfere with the Arctic Ice Spirit's prayer, frowning as he pondered the nature of the black mist energy.
