Super Righteous Player
Chapter 720 - 261 Tyrant Approaching_1

Chapter 720: Chapter 261 Tyrant Approaching_1

——Grand Duke Ivan transformed into a dragon.

This news quickly spread throughout the entire Winter Province.

It could not possibly be kept hidden.

Almost everyone saw it, a dragon with bright yellow pupils and scales as white as snow, wrapped in frosty aura, flew out from the Ducal Mansion. It circled and danced reluctantly in the sky above the Frost Speech Province.

As it flew out, the frost aura that condensed around it formed a white trail in the deep sky. Beneath the night sky, its frost-like scales seemed to be sparkling.

Following the trail of the dragon’s flight, splendid snow fell into the great barrier. Plants that caught these crystals would bloom pure white flowers next year.

If one were to eat these flowers, it would usher back calmness to hearts filled with sorrow, unease, and fear...

——This was the last gift to the people from Ivan Winter.

People gathered in the streets or opened the windows of their homes, watching their Grand Duke transform into a giant dragon, either soaring at low altitudes or perched on high platforms.

The bright yellow dragon eyes were filled with intense emotion.

Remembrance, joy, attachment... Even across species and hundreds of meters, one could clearly see the overflowing emotions in its heart.

Having gained a healthy body and also regaining complete emotions——the mission of being the Grand Duke of Winter had ended, and the Curse Binding known as the Heart of Winter had been unlocked.

Even without any prior awareness, the people of Winter quickly understood upon witnessing this scene.

Their Grand Duke——Ivan Winter, was going to leave them today.

But only a few knew that this wasn’t a painful eternal farewell.

For... the dragon known as Ivan Frostpeak would also be born today.

"Goodbye, Ivan."

Annan stood in front of the wide-open French windows, watching the pure white dragon that was joyfully flying about in the sky, gradually getting used to its new body.

Rather than calling it a French window, it would be more accurate to say that an entire wall had opened outward. This was the top floor of the Ducal Mansion, the place where the "dragon" was born.

In this snowfall, Annan’s attire could be considered sparse.

He was dressed in a pure white, form-fitting ceremonial suit, standing tall and straight. Behind Annan, a white lace shawl draped over his shoulders——that was the gown reserved for the Duke’s coronation.

Annan’s right eye was a clear, icy blue color like that of a ragdoll cat, and in his emerald-like left eye shimmered the radiant glow of divine power. He gazed deeply at Ivan, now a white giant dragon.

Finally, the dragon had flown over every part of the Frost Speech Province.

It returned to the Ducal Mansion in the sight of the people.

At the top of the Mansion, Annan held a scepter taller than himself. The tricolored scepter firmly embraced a Crystal Ball, with its base being an inverted silver cross.

The pure white dragon, bearing the radiance of the moonlight, flew towards Annan.

...Indeed, the moon came rushing towards me.

Annan silently marveled, solemnly raising the tricolored scepter high.

And Ivan extended his dragon claw——one that could grasp Annan’s head in its grip.

Now it only placed a single claw on top of the scepter.

It was merely a Crystal Ball.

Yet it was like a sharp steel needle, piercing through the dragon’s paw——dark red blood slowly dripped upon the scepter, soaking the whole Crystal Ball in a dim red glow.

This was the succession ceremony of the Grand Duke of Winter.

It signified that the tricolored scepter no longer accepted Ivan Winter’s control; it also signified the complete transition of power.

"Roar——"

Ivan let out another dragon’s roar, spiraling up into the sky.

As the small barrier of Frost Speech Province opened, and amidst the moment of tranquil snowstorm, the pure white dragon had already soared out with a roar.

After the dragon’s figure had completely vanished.

Standing within the echoing ceremony circle, Annan’s clear and pleasant voice resounded throughout the city:

"I am Annan Winter. Son of Ivan, Lord of Winter——"

He slightly raised the staff in his hand, and the dark red glow of the Crystal Ball quickly faded away, revealing again the bright icy blue brilliance.

Under that radiance, the opened small barrier closed once more.

The snow and wind that had poured in due to the opening of the barrier were once again blocked out.

The new Grand Duke Winter was born here.

In the province of Holy Aleksey, at the residence of the Melvin family.

In a sealed village, completely isolated from the outside and filled with the scent of incense, a bald man with golden pupils stood atop a stone bell tower.

At the back of his head were branded many rune symbols, appearing like a complexly designed disc. Now a pale golden halo flowed among the runes, radiating threefold rings of light.

If one looked from the front, they could see the holy halos slowly rotating clockwise, counterclockwise, and clockwise again, emerging from behind the man’s head.

Behind him knelt a girl with hair reaching the ground, who reported to him in a low voice:

"... From that time, our ritual positioning for ’Curse Binding’ was mistaken. Preliminary confirmation was interference of ’Divine Power’ of the ’God of Silent Reverence’, leading to a transformation in the positioning of ’Curse Binding’. The Elders are already preparing to redo the ritual and recalibration; preliminary recalibration can be completed within three days..."

But the man gave no response.

His lips were tightly sealed, and his eyes sparkled with bright radiance. He shone under the night sky, amidst the stars, like the sun after sunset.

He watched silently in the direction of Frost Speech Province in the North, saying nothing.

The North Lands, Flannel Province.

A middle-aged noble with a stalwart figure, dressed in frost-colored military uniform, and a scar cutting vertically across his left eye, gazed at the southern night sky with an unsettled expression.

He was Osthoff Dolgorouki, a former officer of the Frost Beast troops, and the current head of the Dolgorouki family.

"Ivan has turned into a dragon, while Annan Winter still lives."

Behind him, a kind-faced elder with a monocle said smoothly, "I am sorry, Viscount Dolgorouki.

"But I think, now you must brace yourself for the retaliation of our new Grand Duke."

"...I understand, Earl."

Osthoff spoke slowly, "I have been prepared for a long time and will not involve you."

"Ah, you misunderstand. That is not what I meant."

The elder, hands clasped behind him like an old butler, spoke calmly from behind him.

Suddenly, a tall and thin man with dark skin and green-gleaming eyes flashed out of the shadow at his feet.

His hands were threaded with a strand of dark shadow.

In an instant, the thin line was tightly wrapped around the neck of Viscount Osthoff.

The Viscount Osthoff struggled fiercely, emitting muffled grunts, but couldn’t utter a word.

The elder’s squinted eyes opened.

Revealing dark golden vertical pupils.

He said leisurely, "What I mean is... you may still be useful in some other way."

Above the "Beauty of Imbalance" museum, a fierce beast with dark golden pupils crouched silently.

It was "Beauty of Imbalance" Vasily Rasputin.

If Annan could see its appearance at this moment, he would know that she was not some "cat-girl."

Because it was a lynx.

Its coat patterns, completely asymmetrical yet strangely beautiful, were dizzying at a glance.

And it just quietly stared at the distant pure white dragon.

The white snow falling on it did not melt at all but covered it with a thin layer. In contrast, the heat from inside the "Beauty of Imbalance" museum melted the snow on the ceiling beneath it.

"...The ’Tyrant’ is coming."

From the lynx’s mouth came a deep, magnetic voice—today, Vasily was male.

"—And the blizzard as well."

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