Chapter 102: Cleave Through the Iron and Fire of this World!
“So!” Leotis, having lost face, rushed in front of Sidlipha and threatened her menacingly:
“Have you thought clearly? Choose to convert to God and bow to noble blood?”
“Or die filthily like a despicable sea dog on some unknown dock?”
Sidlipha lowered her head, looking at the ground.
“Leotis…” she said slowly, “Thank you for teaching me to read.”
Leotis paused.
“But I cannot agree to your terms.” Sidlipha suddenly raised her head, the storm-like coldness in her eyes making Leotis momentarily breathless.
“Because I am a descendant of Vikings!” she roared with all her might. The guards behind her looked alarmed, realizing the struggling force in her arms was growing, as if they were restraining not a girl, but a cornered beast.
Sidlipha’s eyes widened to their limit, blood vessels threatening to burst, like a demon from hell. Her vision blurred, and in a trance, she saw every corpse on the ground transform into her mother lying in a pool of blood.
Mother is dead, everyone is dead.
Only she remained, standing alone before the gates of hell, facing the demons who wanted to kill her.
Old Wilder’s words echoed in her ears again, like the final whisper of the dead:
“…In a desperate situation between life and death, hell lies ahead, slavery behind…”
“If you risk your life and take that step…”
The whisper abruptly turned into a terrifying roar:
“You will die!”
“I’m not afraid of death!” she screamed heartbreakingly.
She didn’t know who she was shouting at, only feeling the fury overflowing in her chest, like a volcano about to erupt, wanting to destroy the entire world:
“A true Viking never bows to nobles or emperors! And never pins their hopes on God or spirits!”
“She will only seize the right to survive in this world from the cruel iron and fire!!!”
Immense strength exploded from her arms. She violently threw off the two guards holding her and drew the dagger her mother had left her from her boot.
The remaining guard quickly grabbed her long hair, but his hand suddenly felt empty – Sidlipha had swung the dagger, completely cutting off her beautiful, waterfall-like light golden hair along her scalp.
She backhanded the dagger into the guard’s throat, burying it to the hilt, and quickly drew the sword from his waist with her other hand. Spinning, she swung with all her might, the sword light flashing like a full moon, cutting down the approaching guards.
“Guards!” Leotis retreated in fear, shouting, “Guards!”
Before his words finished, the sword thrown from Sidlipha’s hand whistled through the air, spinning several times, and pierced his chest.
The surrounding guards pressed forward like a wolf pack. Unarmed, Sidlipha fearlessly charged towards them, her clear, transparent eyes burning with white flames.
She quickly closed in on one guard. His sword slashed down, biting into her shoulder blade. In excruciating pain, she tilted her head forward, leaning in, and fiercely bit off his larynx.
Warm red blood splattered across her face. She snatched the battle axe from his waist and swung it backhandedly at the guard behind her.
He raised his shield to block. The first blow of the battle axe slammed him back half a step; the second blow made him unable to withstand the force, forcing him to kneel on one knee; the third blow shattered the shield, sending wooden splinters flying.
Sidlipha grabbed his cloth armor collar with her left hand, swung him around forcefully, and brought the battle axe down with her right hand, cutting the guard in two at the waist.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
She roared like a maddened beast, charging into the guards and killing frantically, blood and severed limbs flying.
However, more swords, axes, and shields pressed in. After killing more than a dozen guards, she herself was covered in blood from numerous cuts, battered and bruised, her body swaying, but her killing became even faster, her expression more ferocious.
So much so that every time she swung her battle axe, the surrounding guards desperately retreated. No one wanted to die together with a madwoman determined to die fighting, especially since blood always ran out eventually.
This can’t go on.
Blood flowing from her forehead blurred her vision. She looked past the layers of guards in front of her, towards the sea outside the pier.
I have to… kill my way out!
Her foot seemed to kick something. Her gaze dropped, and she saw Old Wilder’s corpse, pierced through the chest by a sword.
His right hand was open powerlessly, the battle axe he had snatched from the guard lying beside him, emitting a faint, strange, icy blue glow.
“Hold it.” A voice sounded in her mind. In a daze, she seemed to see a figure.
A bald man with crimson war paint on his face and bulging muscles, looking like a Spartan, or perhaps a Siris, or a Thracian. Sidlipha couldn’t see clearly.
“Hold it.” The man’s voice was deep and raspy. “Then, cleave through the iron and fire of this world…”
Sidlipha lowered her body and grasped the battle axe. Cold power flowed into her palm.
Then she swung the axe with all her might.
The axe swung in a huge semicircle. Wherever it passed, the bodies of the guards were instantly covered in frost, their movements becoming sluggish and difficult.
She fought her way forward fiercely, then charged straight onto the pier and leaped.
Falling into the cold seawater, her vision gradually darkened, everything around her rising rapidly away.
…
Sidlipha opened her eyes.
She found herself standing on the top of the ruined tower. The Axe of the North Wind had been pulled out from the wall, now emitting an icy blue luster.
The swirling snow converged into a tornado, rolling around the axe head in her hand, then gradually shrinking and disappearing.
She remembered everything. That was her real past.
Her mother’s death, the death of the entire village, Old Wilder’s death, the deaths of the pirates.
After she killed Leotis, she fought desperately to break through and jumped into the sea, falling unconscious, finally waking up on the shore kilometers away.
In the following years, she traveled to the Eastern Solomon Empire, seeking wealth and honing her skills.
But one day, she would return to her former homeland and find the mastermind behind the massacre of her village.
Complete her revenge.
Sidlipha held the Axe of the North Wind, dazed, and walked down the tower. She saw that the ground outside was already littered with Snow Monster corpses, and Nuo was urgently healing everyone.
More Snow Monsters were fleeing in panic, because they sensed the temperature rising and had to quickly find cool caves to hibernate, otherwise they would die.
The girls of Azure Longsword turned around. Seeing Sidlipha return unharmed, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Their gazes also fell curiously on her Axe of the North Wind.
“New weapon, want to try it?” Asker asked with a smile.
Sidlipha looked at him quietly for a long time, then revealed a bright smile:
“Okay,” she replied with a laugh.
Assuming a perfect axe-throwing stance, Sidlipha let out a low shout and threw the Axe of the North Wind in her hand.
The axe hit the wall with force, instantly covering it with a layer of frost. A phantom flew back from the axe, landing in Sidlipha’s hand and immediately solidifying into the real Axe of the North Wind.
The axe on the wall vanished in the blink of an eye.
The girls applauded as if watching a wonderful magic show.
“You’re not level 5 yet, so this axe can only exert the power of Frost I-Frost II.” Asker said approvingly. “As your level increases, the power of the Axe of the North Wind will also increase.”
“At the Law Rank, it can freeze a large area of enemies with a swing. If one day, you can reach the demigod realm, it can even freeze everything, including time.”
“That day will come.” Sidlipha took a deep breath and said seriously.
“I promise.”
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