Throne of Magical Arcana

A scorching tornado passed by, igniting everything on its way. Alas, this place was full of fire and magma and there was nothing that hadn’t been ignited at all.

Because the air changes caused by the different temperatures in different locations, the sunlight that came from nobody knew where diffused in different degrees, resulting in the illusion-like haziness in the midair.

The Primeval Firelord stayed at the center of the Seething Ocean and paced back and forth anxiously, grasped by the lust of destruction, slaughter and burning. He badly wanted an enemy to appear so that his lust could be satisfied.

The fire masters, senior fire spirits and giant flame elements had been left far away from him, fearing that they might get accidentally killed!

If it were any other moment, the Primeval Firelord, who was as impetuous as fire, would have summoned his legion of demons and launched a new round of attack towards his nemesis, the Lady of Snow, in order to soothe his fury.

The Lady of Snow was the liege of the Aurora Plateau, the 328th level of the abyss, and another level-three ‘Demon Lord’. Because of their conflict between the powers that they were good at, she was a sworn nemesis to the Primeval Firelord. The two of them had often waged war upon one another, hoping to eliminate the enemy. In the abyss, except for the hidden ‘Chaotic Cosmos’ and the few special planes, the other levels were connected to each other without any hindrance. It was unnecessary to pass the planes in between.

“If Gonheim hadn’t asked me to stay here to stop the goddamn sorcerer, I would have destroyed that cold, heatless monster!” The Primeval Firelord held a longsword made of fire in his hands. Every time he waved it, a terrifying tsunami of lava and fire would be raised.

He felt that he was running out of his patience, even though he had no patience at all to begin with. Therefore, he looked at the fire masters who were hiding far away. “Why are you so far away?”

“Because we fear you and respect you!” The thirteen fire masters, all having a bad feeling, replied at the same time.

The Primeval Firelord was satisfied with their answer, but he burst into a rampage again. “You gave an answer from so far away because you are scared of me, loathe me and want to betray me!”

The fire masters were so terrified that the flames on them were flickering. It was truly a tragedy for them to come upon an unreasonable and temperamental lord, but of course, such lords were most common in the abyss. The Demon Lords such as Demogorgon of Darkness and the Lord of Death (Lord of Spectres) who did not randomly kill their subordinates were extremely rare.

Suddenly, a frigid wind passed, and the fire elements in the sky were frozen into red ice and fell into the magma.

The surface of the boiling, bubbling Seething Ocean seemed to have been consolidated into a delicate picture. Even the half broken bubbles were so fascinating.

The most terrible blizzard rose at the entrance of the abyss. A freezing tornado swept out, and strange snow mixed with ice fell nonstop. From the overwhelming blizzard, a female face could be vaguely seen. Her facial organs were deep and delicate but did not carry any air of life, like a statue that was completed by a human artist, beautiful but dead.

“Hoooooo! You’ve come to get killed!” The firelord was both infuriated and excited about the visitor. After he finally curbed his urge to attack her, she was bold enough to attack the Seething Ocean! In such a way, he would have a place to vent his fury!

The expert who raised the blizzard was exactly the Lady of Snow, master of the Aurora Plateau!

The Primeval Firelord raised his enormous fiery longsword. His nose fumed, and his sparkling wings suddenly flapped.

Boom!

The whole ocean of magma was completely boiled, as if too many volcanoes at the bottom of the ocean erupted. Tides arose, and pillars of fire sprang to the sky, improving the temperature and thawing the snow. The blizzard had been contaminated by the color of fire.

Such a change was enough to vaporize any sorcerer and knight below legendary.

While the pillars of fire ‘welcomed’ the guest, the Primeval Firelord approached the Lady of Snow and slashed his sword.

With the temperature that could burn everything and an unimaginable force, the enormous longsword broke the mist caused by low temperature as well as the spreading snowflakes and ice.

At this moment, the female voice opened her mouth and let out chaotic spells of demons. An azure ray was shot out and hit the fiery longsword precisely.

The flame on the longsword immediately became blue, before it died down.

The blizzard spread out again. The demons from the Aurora Plateau such as ice masters, frost giants and snow elves (who were not exactly elves) were engaged in battle with the local demons.

Inside the Frozen Fortress, Gonheim, who had been watching over the Seething Ocean, tapped his throne with his right index finger. “I thought that the battle would be avoided if I restrained the firelord, so that he would not be distracted from stalling Lucien Evans. I didn’t know that the Lady of Snow would launch an active attack… Who instigated her?”

For many years in the past, the battle between snow and fire had mostly been raised by the Primeval Firelord. Because of the influence of their power on their personality, the Lady of Snow had seldom attacked promptly. Therefore, the Demogorgon of Darkness did not foresee this. Even if he had, there would’ve been nothing he could do, because the Lady of Snow was also an enemy to him who was in the ‘Frozen Fortress’. She would not listen to him.

Although Gonheim had become a top legend after turning into the Prince of Demons, he did not have overwhelming advantages when faced against the level-three legendary Demon Lords. Only half of them were willing to listen to him, and they would betray him at any moment. For those Demon Lords, they were capable of protecting themselves with their abilities that were close to top legendary.

“Was it Lucien Evans? He delayed his trip because he was making preparations?” Gonheim smelled a scheme. He made up his mind to reign all the Demon Lords with wisdom and strength as soon as possible. Only by doing so would he be able to pry into the secrets of demigods.

The Seething Ocean was now frozen and now on fire. In the intense battle, the Lady of Snow was gradually overpowered by the Primeval Firelord. After all, this was his home field!

At this moment, the heavy snowstorm spread out into a quiet, cold wind that blew at the Primeval Firelord.

The cold wind contained an imaginable air of death in its frigidity. The fire on its way all died out. Even the Primeval Firelord, a natural-born fire spirit, couldn’t help but tremble hard, as if the cold wind was blown from the deepest part of his soul!

So, his movement was slowed down, and the Seething Ocean was caught in an everlasting silence!

“It’s not Lucien Evans but the Ice Duke! This is the power of the Silent Hell!” The Demogorgon of Darkness’ finger stopped moving. He squinted. “What can he get by meddling in this?”

The eternal silence and coldness puzzled him, he never anticipated that the Ice Duke would participate. Although that demon was only level-two legendary, the Lady of Snow was able to improve the essence of her power after melting the power of the Silent Hell. She was now extremely terrifying.

The Primeval Firelord roared. The blue-and-white fire around turned orange, like the lamps in the cities of humans, warm but not scorching!

Such warm fire drove away the cold and silence as well as the sense of death quickly!

Suddenly, inside the blizzard that the Lady of Snow turned into, countless snow elves opened their mouths and sang, breaking the silence and covering the area with sound!

“Not good! It’s not the Ice Duke but still Lucien Evans!” The Demogorgon of Darkness stood up. If he hadn’t been suspicious at the beginning, he wouldn’t have noticed the anomaly at all.

The low voice was obviously made by Lucien Evans!

A translucent pillar of light was shot out of the blizzard. It was in a very subtle state and seemed able to turn everything on its way into a similar energy form.

The Primeval Firelord had just driven away the deadly coldness with a warm fire. He did not have any time to turn it into a high temperature again when he was hit by the pillar of light.

“The spell that Lucien Evans chanted was…” Gonheim, the Demogorgon of Darkness, identified the spell that Lucien just used carefully.

Suddenly, his pupils constricted violently.

“Snow Goddess’s Forgiveness?”