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The majestic cold air quickly swept across the entire hall like invisible storm waves.

A raging cold wind immediately brought out an extremely terrifying sense of oppression, like lightning, rolling up Thunder Zhentian's hair, and quickly condensed tiny ice particles along the way where the paint passed, and hanging ice cones quietly spread throughout the hall!

Everything that happened suddenly, except for the infinite cold, made Lao Lei suddenly feel like he was trembling.

It seemed as if a mountain was pressed on his head. Such a terrifying sense of oppression made his knees bend and he hurriedly summoned the Holy Crown Armor to resist.

The power attribute of the body was at least a thousand pounds, but Lao Lei still looked at the "Iron Throne" that was completely frozen on the steps, and he still couldn't move a step under his feet. The great pressure from the top of his head made his bones make a crackling sound.

It lasted until a moment later, the powerful force that swept across the body finally disappeared.

Lei Zhentian took a deep breath and stared at the frozen Iron Throne not far away. A hoarse voice, with a little disbelief, trembling voice slowly came from his throat, "What kind of existence is the frozen Throne?"

The entire palace hall was frozen with a layer of thin ice, and ice cones on the top of the head were crisscrossed. Even without any light reflection, the floor and the top of the head seemed to be two ice mirrors, shining with countless ice particles, looking exquisite and transparent, shiny, and piercing the eyes and hurting.

Tell Lao Lei directly that the so-called "Frozen Throne" is probably not as useless as he thinks. On the contrary, it seems to have a very magical power.

So, in order to get a glimpse of the truth, Lao Lei finally moved his footsteps and walked towards the steps that had condensed a layer of thin ice.

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Lei Zhentian's eyes were faintly dull and curious, and he sat gently on the frozen throne.

As a warrior, Lao Lei was quite sensitive to the sense of power. However, just as he sat down, the oncoming power followed closely, but it was slightly different from the feeling just now. This time he felt like facing the vast ocean. With a clanging sound, Lao Lei found that the rapidly condensed thin ice residue covered his holy crown armor, completely connecting it with the "Frozen Throne".

"Ding———— 'Frozen Throne' is activated, increasing the life limit, 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, 4 minutes, 5 minutes..."

After getting such a text message in his mind, Lao Lei was stunned for a moment, then let out a short and convulsive breath, his body trembled slightly. After a moment, a look of ecstasy suddenly surged from Lao Lei's eyes, "'Frozen Throne', 1 second can increase the life limit of 1 minute. If you follow this ratio of 1 to 60, wouldn't it mean that you can reach an immortal body!"

Once upon a time, immortality was just an illusory myth.

Now that it can be turned into reality, Lei Zhentian was shocked by the sudden arrival of the fact, like an electric shock, which made his spirit in a half-infatuated state. So much so that he completely forgot to explore what kind of power the magic of the "Frozen Throne" comes from.

When a mortal's life no longer has an end, what kind of glory will his achievements achieve, and where his empire territory will extend.

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The sun slowly rises from the horizon, evaporating the white mist in the sky.

As the fog gradually faded, the woods and bushes were covered with a layer of wet water droplets. The tips of the green grass leaves were covered with crystal droplets, and there were magnificent golden waves.

On such a beautiful morning, Brandt Mars did not climb up the walls of the City of Glory as usual, breathe fresh air, and move his body. The reason why he broke the habit he had developed over the years was because early in the morning, someone came to inform him, "Governor summoned you!"

"Are you finally awake?"

Hearing the news that the Governor of the City of Glory woke up, Brandt's eyebrows, which were as varnished as paint, a hint of disappointment appeared in his glass eyes.

It seemed that he didn't seem to want the other party to wake up so soon, as if only by hearing the news that the Governor died could it be in line with his wishes.

"I didn't expect that a pair of broken arms could grow back again, and even a person whose internal organs were shattered could survive. This mysterious spring of glory is really an attractive treasure."

The white hair color is rare, and Brant's white hair was tied up with a carved wooden hairpin without any other decorations.

Wearing a water-blue robe of unknown texture, she looked a little soft and exuded a faint fragrance. Visually, this Brandt looked more like a woman.

"The lords here did not die as they imagined. So if you want to use Princess Jego to finally master this beautiful city of miracles, there is probably no chance."

"...It's a pity that I've not only wasted so long, but I've also missed such a great opportunity..."

Brandt's eyes were like a pool of autumn water, and it was like stars in the sky. It was so dim that even when standing under the rising sun, it seemed to be in the bottom of the darkness. "Rebecca, please tell everyone to clean up. After I have seen this Governor, we will leave."

The female bowman next to her was wearing a winged headband and her bangs were combed in front of her forehead. When she heard the order of the high priest, she hesitated for a moment, then blinked her big eyes and asked Brandt in a low voice, "High priest, do you want to tell Princess Jago about the news that we are about to leave?"

Hearing Princess Jago's name, Brandt's faint smile gently hung on his face and shook his head slowly.

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The stone steps leading to the Palace of Glory and the arches are almost ten steps between them, and they are all tall and strong dragon warriors.

This is the first time Brandt has stepped on the highest point of the City of Glory for more than twenty days since entering the City of Glory.

Passing through the Plaza of Glory, Brandt wanted to take a glimpse of the appearance of the Holy Spring of Glory before leaving, but he did not want to be blocked by the twelve guards of Yongquan armed to his teeth.

The Twelve Spring Guards give Brandt the feeling that they are both human but not real human.

As the soul priest, Brandt could feel that these twelve guards in steel armor did not seem to have souls.
Chapter completed!