Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 421.1: For You (1)

Under the night sky, the white-haired witch watched as the Roel ignited the final dredges of his mana. She let out a soft sigh, knowing that he had already made up his mind.

Between killing his loved one to protect himself and staking his life on a glimmer of hope, Roel had chosen the latter. Artasia knew that it wasn’t a wise choice, but she wasn’t surprised at all.

“This again? You’re a greedy one, my hero. How do you intend to wake her from her reverie?” asked Artasia with a rare solemn look on her face.

After Roel’s previous failed attempt to wake Nora’s humanity, her divine instinct still upped its vigilance to prevent any mishap. At this point, it was no longer possible to get to her with just words.

Roel spent a second in thought before revealing his plan.

Artasia’s madder red eyes slowly widened. She stared at Roel for a very long time before finally giving a nod of approval. By then, Roel’s mana had also crescendoed to a peak, ready for one last charge.

A pale yellow glow descended upon Roel’s body, raising his fighting prowess to Origin Level 3. It was Peytra’s Blessing.

Shortly after, the Crown’s Stone started glowing brightly.

“Glacier!” muttered Roel.

The Crown Origin Attribute began buzzing in resonation, propagating the power of the Crown’s Stone. Frost aura gushed out of Roel’s body toward the golden sky. A blurred cataclysmic beast manifested behind him, as if a terrifying existence from the ancient era had awoken to unleash eternal winter upon the world.

As he slowly raised his hand, the amount of frost aura he was releasing intensified. It rushed upward to challenge the golden sky dominated by the Angel Sovereign, thus commencing yet another battle.

The golden aura and the white aura muddled the sky.

The Six Calamities were the envoys of the Mother Goddess. They were calamities manifested by the natural destructive forces of nature, putting it at an even higher order than gods. Even the Angel Sovereign’s assimilatory power couldn’t hope to undermine them.

Roel consciously formed a dome of frost a

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