“Not serious?”
Augustus let out a cold laugh.
“You’ve been using a magic skill—Dragon Breath—causing how many casualties and losses to us?”
“I…”
The Ice Snow Dragon looked speechless.
“That’s just my normal attack!”
Normal attack?
The Crusade Army members were all stunned.
Augustus naturally didn’t believe such nonsense.
“Goddess, even a dragon like this can spout such lies; the rest is even less trustworthy.”
“Ahem…”
Primrose let out a light cough.
“Actually, what she said is true.”
“Dragon Breath is not her skill, but a standard attack.”
“The physical version of a normal attack is just swinging claws.”
She had just skimmed through the Ice Snow Dragon’s status screen. Although most of its innate skills were automatically hidden by the system, she still expanded and checked a part.
[Myth Grade · Dragon Breath]
[Considered a normal attack, consumes a tiny amount of mana, deals damage to a straight-line area in front.]
After hearing this, Augustus and the others exchanged glances. Their faces were full of disbelief.
A magical version of a normal attack?
The “ultimate move” they had desperately resisted was actually just their magical normal attack?
No wonder Deacon Zeke could break through Dragon Breath with a nullification rune earlier. So… that wasn’t a skill at all.
Thinking of this, everyone felt a wave of mixed emotions. Zeke had been smug about breaking the Dragon Breath at that time. Now it seems… he was practically an idiot.
Many people only now realized that back then, the Ice Snow Dragon wasn’t serious at all.
Primrose didn’t dwell on that topic. Instead, she looked at the Ice Snow Dragon and returned to the main subject.
“You said earlier that power is right under your feet?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The Ice Snow Dragon, seeing that Primrose was finally willing to listen to its explanation, instantly nodded frantically.
“Right under my feet!”
“That power is especially strong. Even a dragon of my level feels palpitations when approaching.”
“And…”
It looked at Primrose with pleading eyes and began desperately flattering.
“That feeling is almost exactly the same as the feeling you give me now!”
Although it was flattering, what it said was also the truth. The oppressive feeling that underground power gave it was indeed extremely similar to the holy power on Primrose.
“Me?”
Primrose was slightly startled, then quickly realized.
The power emanating from her now was pure holy power. If the power underground was also holy power, and could also be used to resist the so-called Final Crisis, then the answer was almost obvious.
The Hero’s exclusive equipment.
The legendary Holy Sword and Holy Armor!
It seemed this trip to the Miracle Snowfield wasn’t a waste after all. Mom’s graduation divine equipment might be hidden underground.
Cecilia, standing on the ground, had almost the same thought. As a Saintess, she immediately associated it with the Hero equipment.
“Goddess. There’s no time to lose. Shall we go down and see now?”
Cecilia looked up at Primrose with full expectation. To personally verify the legendary holy relics—anyone would be excited.
Primrose nodded lightly.
The Ice Snow Dragon, seeing that it was finally unrelated, felt the heavy stone in its heart fall to the ground. It quickly struck while the iron was hot. Although its two claws were still raised high, its massive body had begun to sneakily shrink back.
“Um… Since I have nothing to do now, then this little one will take my leave. You all take your time searching; I won’t disturb you.”
As it spoke, it carefully backed away, preparing to slip away. It now only wanted to be as far away from this group of monsters as possible. Especially the one in the sky… that woman whose status screen couldn’t even be read.
However, it had only taken one step back.
“Wait.”
Primrose spoke. She slowly descended from midair, retracting the huge pure white wings behind her. Her feet gently landed on the snow. Then she looked at the Ice Snow Dragon, her tone calm but brooking no refusal.
“Since the thing is in your territory, then please lead the way. After we find it, you’ll be free.”
“Ugh…”
The Ice Snow Dragon trembled all over, as if electrified, frozen in place. Then it let out a pitiful whimper, its girlish voice full of despair.
“How could this be…”
Today, it, a world-destroying Ice Snow Dragon, the overlord of the Miracle Snowfield, had actually been reduced to being a guide for others. But… what else could it do? Standing before it was a goddess. Would it dare to say even half a “no”?
The Ice Snow Dragon could only obediently extend one claw, pointing to a layer of ice next to its sleeping spot.
“It’s right under there. There’s a naturally formed underground fissure there, leading all the way to the deepest part.”
Primrose nodded. Taking Lin Naiyue, Yuna, Cecilia, and Dorothy, she walked toward the direction the Ice Snow Dragon indicated. The Ice Snow Dragon could only slink up and obediently lead the way.
All soldiers of the Church Crusade Army, including Elder Augustus, still kept their heads down, kneeling firmly on the snow. Until Primrose and her party gradually walked away, still no one dared to look up. In their eyes, the goddess is supreme and cannot be looked at directly. Only this way of prostrate farewell deserved the goddess’s life-saving grace.
However, there was one exception.
The entire formation was so quiet that only the howling wind and snow could be heard. But Dolores directly stood up from the ground, brushed the snow off her priestess robe, and then trotted after Primrose and her party. She didn’t care at all what the elder and other soldiers were doing. She just walked at a leisurely pace, hands clasped behind her back, those golden pupils imprinted with cross patterns staring intently at Primrose’s back, not even willing to blink.
Augustus, lying on the ground, caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye and was instantly scared out of his wits. He lowered his voice and couldn’t help but urgently warn.
“Deacon Dolores! Come back quickly! That is the goddess! The goddess hasn’t said anything, how dare you follow casually? If you anger the goddess, the entire Church Nation will suffer!”
Augustus’s cry, suppressing fear, sounded especially abrupt on the empty snowfield. However, these words not only failed to call Dolores back but instead attracted the attention of Primrose ahead.
Primrose stopped. She turned around and looked at the girl with silver-grey twin tails and her hair tied in a bun.
“You… why are you following us?”
Primrose’s face was full of confusion.
Dolores, being questioned directly by the goddess, showed no embarrassment at all, nor any fear. She stopped, raised her right hand extremely naturally, gently placed her palm over her chest, then slightly bowed her head and closed her eyes. That originally cool and childish little face now showed two rosy blushes. A trace of utmost comfort hung at the corner of her mouth, even an infatuated smile.
“My name is Dolores.”
She slowly opened her eyes. In those golden pupils shone with undisguised light.
“Dolores is simply admiring the goddess’s appearance and aura. As long as I can follow behind you, as long as I can keep looking at you, Dolores will feel…”
“Utterly happy.”