Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 460 - 291: The Emperor Is Missing?!
Chapter 460: Chapter 291: The Emperor Is Missing?!
Louis only felt his limbs heavy and finally collapsed in intense fatigue.
But he did not lose consciousness, remaining fully awake.
Deep in his mind, a wisp of crimson mist was frantically pouring in, like soul-burning flames.
The mist was interspersed with countless angry howls, drum-like thunder, as if millions of vengeful souls were screaming together, trying to tear his will to shreds.
“Again! Why does everything want to burrow into my head?!”
Before he could react, a platinum pulse suddenly lit up in his mind.
It was the Primordial Heart!
It blossomed like a star’s radiance, the light flowing into a river, surrounding every thread of blood-vine-like red mist in the darkness.
Two forces continually clashed within him, while Louis’ consciousness was pushed to a third perspective.
He seemed to stand on a void battlefield, watching the battle of light and blood within his body.
The feeling was extremely strange; it was clearly his own body, yet he was like an indifferent spectator.
He could do nothing but cheer for the Primordial Heart because it seemed more like the side of justice.
The crimson mist churned into flowers, angry blossoms flourished in the void, blood vines snaked down like numerous tendrils.
Attempting to tightly wrap and crush the heart.
The Primordial Heart, however, transformed into a vast starry river; amid its pulsation, the platinum light flowed like a river of flames, burning the blood vines to ashes with every tremor.
The collision between the crimson mist and the starry river was like a cataclysmic chess game.
The impact of rage, frenzy, disorder, chaos felt as if it would crush his entire body.
The roar thundered in his ears, as if a hundred thousand souls were simultaneously howling: “Rage! Burn! Destroy!”
The sound shook Louis almost to the point of losing himself; he even felt his heart beating with the red mist, teetering on the brink of losing control.
But soon the Primordial Heart erupted with a dazzling white light.
Like a star exploding in the mind, the crimson mist emitted one last roar, then was completely devoured.
Louis sighed in relief, originally fearing this red mist would turn him into a monster like Titus.
However, he hadn’t relaxed long before his consciousness was swept away by another current.
Some alien memories suddenly poured into his mind, dragging him into another vision.
The scene shifted, to a world of burning skies and blood-stained earth.
A black-haired youth wielding a giant sword was fighting a pitch-black dragon in the air.
The dragon’s breath swept across the world like flame, while sword light cleaved scorching white cracks in the void.
Beneath them lay a sea of corpses.
Countless dragon remnants and human bodies interwoven like an endless slaughterground.
The scene suddenly shifted again.
Eight figures surrounded a lying corpse, each reaching to take a part of the remains.
Someone took the head, someone took the bones, someone took the arms…
And the last took the heart.
The final scene tore apart, transforming into a grey-white snowfield.
A tall youth stood amid the ice and snow, none other than Titus Frost Fierce.
His eyes empty, face full of conflicting and twisted struggle.
Before him stood an inverted ash-laden vine tree.
Angry blossoms flourished at the branches, blood vines hung low, as if whispering.
“Do you want power…?”
Titus trembled but finally reached out his hand.
In the next moment, the blood vine swiftly wound around his body, piercing into his flesh!
He let out a heart-wrenching roar.
And behind him, the angry flowers bloomed, his gaze was henceforth ignited by scarlet madness.
The memory flood surged through Louis’ mind like a broken dam but left almost nothing behind.
Louis instinctively grasped those three fragments, yet the meaning they represented, he couldn’t decipher for the moment.
Only a sense quietly rose, that this was not the end, but merely the prologue.
……
“Ah!”
A short gasp suddenly sounded, Louis’ eyes abruptly opened. Not a battlefield shrouded in smoke, he should be in a room in New Frost Halberd City.
And the instant consciousness returned, he noticed the changes in his body.
The magic power within flowed more smoothly and abundantly, as if previous barriers shattered and some unknown pathway had been opened.
Furthermore, he felt new abilities gained, like if he were to unleash full potential when overexerted, it would be enough to achieve nearly the speed and strength of a Peak Knight for a short time!
Also, the rage resonance, the sense where as long as he roars on the battlefield, it could inspire the emotions of nearby soldiers.
Not only that, but the total amount of magic power, conversion efficiency, spellcasting fluency were all elevated a whole tier.
Like an old engine replaced with a new core.
“…This, is the ability brought by the Burning Pain Vine Court?”
He murmured as he stretched out his right hand, clenched a fist, his knuckles cracked, a strange saturation between muscles.
But seemed to have no side effects, nor any feeling of being controlled by rage, even his mind was utterly calm.
Could the side effects have been suppressed by the Primordial Heart?
He frowned, contemplating while gently sitting up.
Right then, footsteps came from afar drawing near.
“Sir!” A familiar voice carried urgency.
Lambert charged in, face full of worry and fatigue.
“Great! You’ve finally woken up!” A few others followed, some known and some unfamiliar to him.
