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Chapter 920, Section 915: The Blizzard Before Dawn (Seeking monthly votes for perfect attendance!)

Northern Federation.

The howling wind, like a specially dulled knife, kept rubbing against "Winter Wolf's" body, making his already extremely tired body even heavier.

But he still walked with firm steps, because in addition to the cold wind and his tired body, what made his steps heavy was the girl on his back at this moment—his daughter who was only a few years old.

"Daddy..." the girl murmured, half asleep.

Winter Wolf raised his head and looked at the sky obscured by wind and snow. The terrible gale and deadly temperature had always been the protective umbrella of the Stokil people, able to resist almost any enemy.

Whether they are hunters who cherish rare creatures, vengeful madmen, or even the legendary collector himself, the blizzard will protect them. Some of their companions may be captured, but in the end, they will always manage to escape and migrate to a suitable new place.

But this time it's different.

As if sensing something, Winter Wolf suddenly hugged the girl behind him, then lay down on the ground and released a chill from behind. The blizzard, as if alive, quickly covered them with layers of cold white snow, hiding them with the terrifying magic contained within.

Then, his seventh sensory organ sent a signal.

Some kind of huge flying creature flew up from behind him...

Donglang's heart was practically in his throat.

But it resolutely swept past itself.

He didn't dare to relax.

Several minutes after it had completely left his perception range, and after he felt his body becoming lighter and lighter, the winter wolf slowly stood up from the snow.

Before anyone knew it, the thick layer of snow on his body had been blown away by the raging phoenix.

But the blizzard showed no signs of abating.

"Little Wolf." He patted the girl in his arms, anxiously observing her condition—although she had just been buried in the snow, she didn't seem to be in any abnormality, but rather appeared to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Although he was very reluctant to break the tranquility, he cruelly woke the child in his arms. As soon as the girl opened her eyes, she obviously remembered their current situation, and her expression instantly became extremely complicated.

“Dad…” she called out almost pleadingly.

Winter Wolf knew he couldn't answer her question, so he simply carried her on his back again.
May the Lord of Winter protect us.

He gritted his teeth and dragged his almost withered body forward again, even though he had no idea how to escape the monsters' pursuit, but he had no other choice.

He had no choice but to trust the Lord of Winter's guidance—even if it was probably no match for those monsters.

This great embodiment of nature no longer possesses the terrifying power of his former self. Now, he is merely an old man with one foot in the grave, and his condition is even worse than that of the cursed gods of the Southern Federation.

But he could only believe; he had no other choice but to believe.

Snapped.

Suddenly, he heard heavy, clear footsteps behind him.

Even if the blizzard were to relay the message, the footsteps shouldn't be this clear; it was clearly a signal deliberately released to him by the pursuer.

The winter wolf did not turn back, nor did it attempt to fight or struggle.

He didn't have the courage.

"May the Lord of Winter protect us," he repeated, then continued onward, placing all his hopes in the blizzard that came from his ancestors.

However, reality is far crueler than this blizzard.

The distinct footsteps didn't disappear; instead, they grew closer and closer.

Knowing he had to accept reality, Winter Wolf stopped in his tracks; he knew he had no other choice.

He put the half-asleep girl down, then took out a water pouch from his pocket and poured it into her mouth without a second thought. As she continued to swallow the elixir from the pouch, her eyes became clearer and more intense.

"Run, follow the blizzard's lead." He didn't waste a single word.

Upon hearing this, the girl was like a puppet receiving a command. She immediately took off running, but the howling blizzard quickly covered her figure, separating them forever.

“May the Lord of Winter protect her,” he prayed fervently, then continued in the original direction, “May the Lord of Winter protect me and grant me victory.”

As he said this, he also pulled out the two swords from his pocket.

These knives hadn't seen blood for over a hundred years, but when Winter Wolf touched them again, memories of those years of fierce battles immediately flooded his mind.

The conflicts with the indigenous people during the last migration, the brutal days of being hunted down by Homo sapiens, and even earlier times, those days he himself could not bear to recall, those terrifying scenes he still often dreamed of.

Perhaps it's time to pay the price for the mistakes I've made.

Sensing that the other party was getting closer, Winter Wolf stopped and looked directly in the direction from which the footsteps were coming.

He didn't have to wait long before a dark figure appeared in his line of sight, and Winter Wolf could see that his opponent was using a longsword that was nearly two meters long.

Finally, she emerged from the blizzard.

She was a very young woman, probably only in her twenties if judged by Homo sapiens' age. Moreover, she was wearing all sorts of powerful and unusual equipment, and the power emanating from the longsword even overwhelmed her.

"Are you the one who came to kill me?" Winter Wolf said in a low voice. "At least tell me your name."

The woman held the sword to her side and spoke:

“Ivanie, whether or not I am the one who kills you is up to you.”

Her voice wasn't as fervent as Winter Wolf had expected; in fact, it was so calm that it made him a little uncomfortable.

But Winter Wolf only gave a mocking sneer:
"Is that so? After you slaughtered our village, you suddenly gave me a choice. Why didn't you ask them if they wanted to die? Or have you already made the choice for us?"

All he had to do was stall for time.

Ivanie sighed:
"It's no use, someone's already after her. But don't be afraid. It might sound like I'm being a jerk, but we're not as bad as you think. At least I'm not..."

Although she spoke with great earnestness, Donglang's eyes were already red when he heard the first two sentences.

He instantly lost his mind and pounced like a wild beast. The two short knives were like the claws of a ferocious beast, and at the same time, he opened his blood-red maw, revealing the sharp teeth that were specially designed to devour people.

Ivanie gently raised her hand, brandishing her longsword to stop him, but before she could make a move, several beams of holy light appeared from the sky and then slammed him heavily to the ground.

"Daddy!" The girl's voice made Winter Wolf grit his teeth instantly and unleash his power to suppress him once again.

Not moving.

His anger was nothing in the face of this power.

And then he saw it too.

His daughter was standing unharmed in the snow, her hand held by the boy beside her.

This scene instantly plunged him into despair, because he recognized the young man, who was not much older than his daughter, as none other than the current Pope Rafael.

Lafayette walked up to him, looked down at him:
"You're very lucky to have met us."

As he spoke, a massive shadow suddenly appeared on the ground in front of Winter Wolf. He then realized that the terrifying monster that had been slaughtering its own kind had also arrived, circling above them like an eagle poised to swoop down at any moment.

The boy knelt down in front of him and said coldly:

"Winter Wolf, I'll give you a condition: you can sell your soul to us in exchange for your daughter being able to live a normal life in this world. You should be glad she's not a pure-blooded perfect person."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to offer you such good terms."

Winter Wolf raised his head, revealing a look of hatred in his eyes:

"You want me to be your slave, to slaughter my people. You want to exploit my understanding of my people so that I will kill more innocent Stockil people. You want to turn me into a living demon, right?"

But Lafayette revealed a slightly sarcastic smile:
"No, I have no such intention. I do not need you to help me slaughter my own people, because you are already completely finished from this day forward, just as the Destiny of the Return foretold, the former king has become a prisoner."

"Do you think the Cherubim will give you time to react? Don't dream. Since she's made her move, it means she's found the settlement of all the perfect people. Now she's not just on our heads anymore."

"She is hovering over all your tribes, eating your flesh and drinking your blood."

"I want you to be my slave, but I only intend for you to clean my toilets."

He didn't hear Rafael's mockery at all, because if what Rafael said was true, then this could very well be the end of their race, those old and new friends he knew...

They're probably all dead.

His eyes revealed immense despair and sorrow.

"Please, please let my father go, Uncle..." the girl pleaded sadly.

But upon hearing this, Rafael's expression turned displeased, and he interrupted her directly:

"What uncle? Call me brother."

Ivanie shook her head, then stepped forward:

“He’s right. If you surrender, we’ll spare you and your child. Yes, you might have to give up your freedom, but even if you have backbone, at least think about your child…”

"Winter Wolf, if you don't surrender, we'll have no choice but to hand you over to her."

Lafayette continued, "..."

“Look up, do you see that? That vulture is staring at you, ready to eat your carrion. It’s said that her favorite food is the heart, lungs, and filth of children. Do you want me to hand you over to her?”
"Little wolf cub."

Winter Wolf looked at the shadow that Raphael had called a vulture.

Then, completely deflated, he said:

"Okay, but you must let her go, and you must let her leave safely."

Lafayette smiled:

Do you think we would scheme against a child?

"Sign this."

As he spoke, he pulled out a pile of papers and released the suppressing force.

Winter Wolf stood up unsteadily and reached out to take the papers.

He knew he had no choice. In fact, he had no choice from the very beginning. No matter what the cost, he would never let the other party kill his child.

He just wanted to get the best possible terms.

But upon closer inspection, the terms in the document seem quite good. Although he is indeed going to sell himself out, his little wolf can indeed be given reasonable arrangements.

He didn't hesitate; in fact, he acted so quickly it was as if he was afraid the other party would change their mind.

Lafayette nodded:
"Now we can withdraw the storm, High Priest."

Winter Wolf was silent for a moment, then nodded without saying anything.

The blizzard gradually subsided, and the snow melted at an unusually fast pace, revealing an extremely desolate plain and scattered corpses that had been buried under the snow in the distance.

And there was a beautiful monster in the air, watching them like a judge.

The bloodless and heartless cherubim.

Rafael also looked up:
"There are no children here to feed you, you can leave now."

She remained floating there, unmoved.

Winter Wolf gazed sadly into the distance:

"I have let them down."

Lafayette, however, said nonchalantly:

"Don't waste your time blaming yourself. They're all dead. When Ivani and I arrived, only you and your daughter were left in the entire tribe. Cherubim are very efficient when they get going."

“If it weren’t for the protection of the Winter Lord, you would have been killed by her long ago.”

Winter Wolf's eyes grew even sadder:
“I have also failed Him; there is no longer a Lord of Winter.”

“There wasn’t one to begin with,” Rafael said. “Come on, you should be able to wait for me at the church. If anyone tries to kill you, just show them this. Remember, from now on you are my slave.”

After saying that, he took out a holy symbol from his pocket and threw it over, then looked up at the cherubim.

Then, he walked over to Ivanie:
"Let's go, we still have a lot to do."

At this moment, the previously silent Cherubim began to slowly descend, and upon seeing this, Winter Wolf immediately picked up his cub and ran away in the distance.

"Lord of Mortals," she said without any emotion, "the war is over, the prophecy has been fulfilled."

Rafael looked up at her, his gaze sharpening:

"What do you mean? This is not in line with the plan."

The cherubim said arrogantly:

“I changed the plan. The other Four Seasons Lords have been dealt with. The Seraphim and the Power Angels have completed what you were supposed to do. Although it was different from the plan, we also solved the problem of the heretical gods.”

"You can get some rest now."

Anger was clearly visible in the boy's eyes:

"I said I would solve it, and I will. What do you mean by this? Can't you even wait a few days? Or do you have a problem with me and want to have a serious talk?"

The Cherubim nodded:
"You're too cowardly. I don't have time to waste on you."

A majestic golden light emanated from Raphael:
"What do you mean you don't have time to waste on me? We have plenty of time. This isn't going to be that simple. I have to..."

The cherubim interrupted coldly:
"No, we don't have time."

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