in the name of the queen

Chapter 298 Lover Snow

"what!!!"

The biting cold almost made Roland freeze on the spot.

But the moment he pounced, his almost frozen soul no longer trembled.

He could feel that Sif was still alive.

The battle is not over.

Just when Roland wanted to use his body temperature to share the severe cold, he felt a spin and was sucked into a world where extreme cold was raging.

Watching Roland pounce on the ice sculpture, being wrapped in the spreading ice and becoming a new ice sculpture, Christine was dumbfounded on the spot.

But she reacted quickly.

This situation was the same as that day when Roland struggled inside the ice sculpture.

She could not intervene in this battle and could only keep retreating as the cold air spread.

God is not omnipotent.

Those who can block the second attack are also the best among rank seven.

If she faced Sophia alone, she would probably not be able to survive today.

Golden Ginkgo + Sea of ​​Blood Flowers + Sif herself is her ultimate combat power.

Just go from singles to doubles.

Because this is her home court, the sea of ​​flowers.

The goddess of light does not master the laws of light, but can skillfully use the power of light.

After retreating to a safe area, Christine began to pray.

The two exchanged glances, reading each other's thoughts.

Sif's feet have already stepped into the earth, going deep into the ground like the roots of a plant, absorbing the earth's heavy energy.

Christine didn't know that if the goddess saw Roland in trouble, not only would she not help, she would even watch the show happily.

Seeing that Sif's expression was calm even though she was struggling, Roland no longer panicked.

After all, Roland is not a devout believer, so the goddess may have her own considerations.

This does not mean that Sif is far more powerful than Roland.

In the ice and snow, golden ginkgo trees are fluttering in the wind, and the sea of ​​flowers is like a brocade, which is particularly enchanting.

Little did Christine know that it was also a doubles match that day, and by coincidence it was another Sif.

Now Sif and Sophia were fighting from afar, and he couldn't intervene directly.

This is Sophia's trap.

"Roland has also contributed to the revival of the Bright Holy Spring. Please save him."

Feeling the warmth of Roland's scepter inserted into her, Sif's lips smiled a little more.

This is her real killer move.

Just when Christine's prayer failed, Roland entered the world inside the ice sculpture.

Those ordinary gods who cannot control the rules are just mortals living in the divine realm.

He inserted his scepter into the earth to provide energy to the sea of ​​flowers.

She has broad shoulders to lean on.

Sophia must have done some tricks in the ring. As long as it is recharged, the power will be doubled.

At home in the sea of ​​flowers, her combat effectiveness can be increased at least five times.

Christine kept praying but got no answer.

Although he couldn't help Sif directly, Roland didn't want to stand and watch the show.

Roland almost froze to death when he resisted one-tenth of the power, but Sif still resisted calmly when faced with one-third of the power.

Sif was in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, with her long hair flying in the wind, and her open arms like a general, commanding the entire sea of ​​flowers to resist the cold erosion.

The sea of ​​flowers will not wither, the ginkgo will not wither, and she will never fall.

When activated for the first time, the ring will release an attack equivalent to one-tenth of Sophia's power, but because the temperature is too low, ordinary level seven cannot block it at all.

She felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to feel any disappointment.

This sea of ​​flowers is like a flat boat in the cold wind, teetering on the edge, but not falling.

This also indirectly helps Sif.

But she is not alone.

There is indeed something wrong with this ring.

Roland quickly ran towards Sif.

"Great goddess of light, your supreme glory bathes the world. You give the ignorant and ignorant the holy spring of light to revive. Your most devout believers pray to you, please protect the Knight of Light."

Sif's eyes shone with dazzling light, and lush fields gradually appeared in her pupils.

The cold dissipates.

Gotta win.

The situation is under control, but Sif is not slacking off at all. The closer you are to victory, the easier it is to have an accident.

There were too many tragedies of being overturned on the eve of victory, and she didn't want to try.

She still had to remain vigilant until the coldness completely subsided.

Sif frowned slightly, she couldn't feel the presence of her feet.

Just now, her feet were turning into roots at an extremely fast speed and digging into the earth.

She knew that this was a routine operation for the Elf Royal Family to control the ginkgo trees and sea of ​​flowers, so she did not panic.

However, the way her feet penetrated the earth was a bit exaggerated.

Beyond the records in ancient books.

If it was just that, she wouldn't be too panicked, but she once again lost the feeling of her feet.

The pair of feet that are as white as jade and are like works of art are too perfect, too perfect to be human.

She felt something strange the last time she traveled across the territory to expand the sea of ​​flowers.

It feels even weirder now.

These are her feet, but they don't look like the original ones.

Could it be that there was something wrong with her feet and these were actually a pair of prosthetic feet?
The doubt lasted only for a moment, and she soon felt the sky darken. Heavy dark clouds are coming.

Sif looked up and saw half a palm-sized snowflake falling.

Her expression changed.

Not only was this snowflake ridiculously big, it wasn't even the usual six-petal shape.

Extremely rare twelve-petal snowflake.

Normal snowflakes have six petals, but with the help of the wind, some snowflakes happen to collide and merge with each other, turning into twelve-petal snow with an imperfect shape.

This kind of snowflake has a beautiful name, Lover's Snow.

The two snowflakes collided and merged, forced to change but unable to let go, and finally formed twelve petals of snow.

Very much like human love.

Stumbling but unable to let go.

In a heavy snowfall, there will always be a small amount of lover snow, quietly blending into the snow and becoming a part of the vast world.

Although Lover's Snow is rare, the standard twelve-petal shape of Lover's Snow is rare.

However, today’s snow is all lover’s snow.

The standard twelve-petal lover's snow.

This is obviously not snowfall from nature, but artificially manipulated snow.

Lover's Snow will weaken its power in the face of true love, but will cause unclean couples and singles to suffer more than double the damage.

Sif's originally sad expression suddenly became sunny.

If it is destined to end, it would be quite romantic to be buried in this lover's snow.

She turned to Roland and murmured softly: "Kiss me."

what? !

Roland's eyes widened, wondering if he was hallucinating.

No matter what Sif said, even if she asked him to end her pain, it made some sense. Only this kiss made his mind confused.

"There are five minutes left and I don't want to leave with regrets."

Sif murmured softly: "I am the center of this ice storm, you can leave. In fact, Miss Lisa also"

"Shut up!"

Roland interrupted her rudely and hugged her trembling body tightly.

Her temperature is dropping.

Slowly but irreversibly.

No wonder Sif told him to hurry up, she would freeze in five minutes at most.

And her soul was frozen and crushed at the same time.

He kissed her without any hesitation.

But he didn't take off Sif's clothes.

It was already very cold with the flying snow in the sky, and he really couldn't bear to let her suffer from the cold.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't do it.

Sif didn't understand men at all, and it was too cold in some places to stand up.

The ice sculptures hugging each other and smiling on their faces will make everyone feel sorry for them.

A naked, connected ice sculpture would become the laughingstock of the world.

At least Angelina would faint with laughter on the spot.

Roland, the villain, threatened to make her into a solid ice sculpture all day long, but his ugly appearance remained forever. How could she stop laughing?
Roland still held on to a glimmer of hope. If he didn't freeze to death and was rescued, that would be a social death more terrifying than death.

Are he and Sif still shameless?

Feeling that Roland made no further moves, Sif felt a little regretful, but she still immersed herself in Roland's warm embrace.

At least it wasn't that cold in his arms, and I could hold on for a while longer.

Sif inexplicably wanted to go to the scene where she learned Roland's name for the first time.

The winning entry in the essay contest, "Oh my God, the Queen is pregnant, who did it?" 》

Unfortunately, the real queen will not be pregnant, she will soon freeze to death.

Sif sighed in her heart and continued to enjoy the warmth from Roland, closing her eyes and waiting for death.

If you encounter wolves and leopards in the wild, normal people will fight to the death. If you encounter a tiger or even a Tyrannosaurus rex, what else can you do except pray that the predator will be tougher?
Seeing her lover Snow, Sif already knew the outcome and stopped resisting.

Just enjoy the last tenderness of life quietly.

This feels actually pretty good.

It's a pity that five minutes is too short. If this tenderness could have a time limit, she wished it could last a lifetime.

Feeling the body gradually getting colder, a crystal tear rolled down his cheek, freezing
Wait, why isn't it frozen?
Sif opened her eyes suddenly and looked at the sky in surprise.

Roland raised his head almost at the same time as her.

They hugged each other, exchanged warmth, smelled the scent of their bodies, and wanted to engrave everything about each other in their souls.

They are even looking forward to the possibility of sailing the River Styx together.

Just as they looked up, the snow stopped.

To be precise, the snow kept falling, but it had nothing to do with them.

Lover's snow swirled to the ground, but not a single piece fell on them.

Twelve petals of snow destroy life, but it cannot shake the feeling of giving each other warmth in the face of death.

The snow is still falling.

Roland and Sif hugged each other and cried, celebrating the aftermath of the disaster.

They did not notice that on the top of the distant White Mountains, beside the thick glacier, stood a peerless ice beauty.

Her eyes fell on Roland and Sif, and she whispered thoughtfully.

"Interesting fellows, you are at least qualified to survive until the day of return."

Seeing the last snow fall, the ice beauty tiptoed and disappeared.

The wind comes and the snow goes, as if it had never appeared before.

(End of this chapter)