Cultural Invasion In Different World Chapter 381

Published at 22nd of September 2022 01:38:25 PM

Chapter 381: Chapter 382, the birth of the Frost Queen

Translator: 549690339

The shrill whistle that could almost penetrate anyone's eardrums spread throughout the entire room with shier at the center.

Before opening the audio, shier listened to the intimate reminder from the person who transmitted the fire and directly adjusted the volume of the magic net to its maximum.

The 'pseudo-sound'inscription attached to the magic net absorbed Shier's magic power at that moment and completely released the audio.

The wail of a Banshee?

The moment Shayr heard the first wave of sound, she understood where the incomparably ear-piercing sound came from.

Only those Banshees who had turned into undead could produce such a terrifying sound.

The 'Golden Finger'that the person who transmitted the fire gave her quickly took effect. The disastrous wail caused the tentacles that bound Shayr's left wrist to instantly disappear.

The first thing she did when she regained control of her left hand was to hold her ears.

It worked! And it was extremely effective!

The spirit of Frost had already stopped attacking. Shier saw the eight generals in the hall, who were disguised by the adjudicators, fall to the ground with their hands on their heads.

Their faces revealed expressions of extreme pain. Their originally transformed appearances could not be maintained, and with the gray fog, they changed into their original postures.

“No, this isn't a sound I should hear.”

Three of the judges had already lost control. They found a sharp dagger and pierced their eardrums, but it did not seem to have any effect at all.

......

They still held their foreheads and fell to the ground, their expressions gradually becoming distorted.

Although the Banshee's wails were dangerous, it was impossible for humans to cause so much damage in a short period of time.

Perhaps these people were not humans.

Shier did not want to think too much. Her heart was already filled with anger, whether it was from the perspective of the Prince of the frost kingdom or her personal standpoint.

The actions of the sacred religion had already reached a point where shier could not forgive them.

Her anger caused shier to raise the sword in her hand, piercing through the chest of the nearest judge.

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Fresh blood spurted out from the judge's chest, staining the blade of Shier's sword.

After shier pulled out the sword, a blue rune appeared in front of her, and a large number of icicles appeared in mid-air, stabbing towards the other judge.

The judges who had been affected by the Banshee's wail also went berserk, but their resistance was completely out of control, like a wild beast attacking in rage.

Under the price of having his left arm, which was holding a sword, slashed by the Longsword, shier and the frost spirit killed the other five adjudicators.

A large amount of blood spilled on the wall of the hall, forming a terrifying picture. Shier's sword was once again pulled out from the chest of the seventh living adjudicator.

Hot blood was pumped out from the corpse on the ground and began to spread on the ground.

The eighth judge, who was disguised as Marshal Amuth, was still able to maintain Marshal Amuth's appearance. As he was the closest to the door, he was preparing to escape.

However, the blood on the ground had become a fatal trap. When he stepped on the pool of blood, Frost began to spread from the bottom of his feet. When the other party came back to his senses, he had already become an ice sculpture.

Shier stepped on the corpse and slowly walked toward the priest who had run to the corner.

“Demon... You Demon!”The priest looked at the blood-stained prince in horror.

“You used the wrong adjective.”A large number of magic inscriptions appeared next to shier again, and the temperature in the hall dropped again. “You should say, you are a despicable priest.”

Shier did not give the other party too much of a chance to refute. He directly used the magic of the frost system to turn the priest into another ice sculpture.

After doing all this, shier took a few steps back, and he lost all his strength and fell to the ground.

The Prince of the Frost Kingdom looked around.

The meeting hall of the fortress had long been covered in blood. The strong smell of blood could be smelled on the walls and the ground.

This should have been the scene after the frost kingdom was breached.

What should he do? This question appeared in Shier's mind.

The eight generals were equivalent to the rulers of the highest level of the fortress. Even if they had been replaced by the adjudicators, the other generals of the fortress might have already died.

The entire fortress had long been ruled by the Kingdom of the sacred religion.

What was worse was that in the Kingdom of Frost, many of the great nobles of the Kingdom of Frost had been replaced by those guys. What was worse was that even the king..

All the people she knew in the Kingdom of Frost seemed to be no longer trustworthy.

This thought rose in Shayr's heart. Just as the cold and helpless despair invaded her heart, she suddenly saw the latest news from the person who transmitted fire on the message.

At this moment, Shea was so happy that she was about to cry. She did not understand where this feeling came from. It was like walking in a snowstorm and running out of ammunition and food, after her physical strength was exhausted, she saw the light of a torch in the distance.

Shea immediately opened the message from the person who transmitted the fire.

'How are your friends'reactions? Do They believe you?'

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This message made shier unhappy. Her left hand was injured, and even if she used freezing to stop the bleeding, she could not move.

Shier raised her right hand and replied to the messenger.

'No, my friends are all disguised by the judge...'

After shier sent this message, she added a crying owl emoji.

”...”

The person who sent the fire replied with an ellipsis and an emoji that touched the owl's forehead.

Shier had never seen this emoji in the emoji that was marked “Owl.”.

“Maybe you can make some new friends.”

“What if those new friends are also the judges in disguise?”Shier asked.

'Uh... I'll kill all of them, right? I'll kill every single one of them until all the adjudicators disappear, or rather, until the kingdom of the sacred religion is destroyed.'

As shier read the new message sent by the Messenger of fire, she felt something stirring in her heart.

She did not want to start a war with the Kingdom of the sacred religion, but the Kingdom of the sacred religion had really made a mistake this time. She would never allow those adjudicators to appear on the land of the Frost Kingdom again.

She could not tolerate it either... since those fellows from the Saint Religious Nation did not know how to restrain themselves, as the Prince of the Frost Nation, shier must teach them a bloody lesson instead of staying here alone and sinking into despair.

“Your Highness!”

At this moment, a voice sounded from outside the door. A two-meter-tall Brawny man pushed open the door. He was slightly shocked when he saw the scenery in the meeting room, but he revealed a pleasantly surprised smile when he saw shier who was sitting in the hall.

“Marshal ARMT? No...”shier played the 'Golden Finger'sent by the Messenger of fire again.

The other party only felt that this voice was very unpleasant and did not show any signs of madness. Only then did shier completely relax. This was the real Marshal ARMT! He was not dead!

“Your Highness, I'm here to warn you that someone in the stronghold has defected. There might be a demon spy in the stronghold! “While I was resting, I was locked in the dungeon by a group of people. However, they underestimated the physique of US Southerners.”

Marshal Amut walked into the hall and looked at the conference hall that was covered in blood. Then, he glanced at the ice sculpture not far away. It was an ice sculpture that looked exactly like him.

“Marshal Amut, I regret to tell you that the one who threw you into the dungeon was not the demon race, but the country of the sacred religion.”

Shier stood up and slowly walked to the position where the president of the fortress should sit. After a moment of silence, he sat in that position.

“Our country is not only threatened by the demons, but also by the country of the sacred religion.”

“The country of the sacred religion?”

Marshal Amut seemed to have noticed the abnormality of the situation from the statue and the corpses on the ground.

“Perhaps, what we should really eliminate now is not the demons outside the fortress.”Shirer gripped the hilt of the longsword in his hand tightly, his blood-stained face was as cold as frost. “But those traitors from the kingdom of the sacred religion.”

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