Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

This operation seems challenging for the Empire's Special Operations Department, but Luke Jayed didn't exert much effort at all, still carrying his dark golden medical box, with only snowflakes sticking to his clean robe.

"Supporting Ryan over there? Seems unnecessary... Jasper doesn't quite need help either... Salon probably doesn't want my support, well then, let's go help Jasper and break the stalemate."

Luke Jayed muttered to himself as he squinted, seemingly sensing something.

Suddenly, his face changed, looking gravely into the distance.

He felt a strong Magic Fluctuation nearby.

Luke Jayed's heart tightened, and his steps quickened involuntarily.

"Halt, Yunmu Luke Jayed."

Just as he was about to leave the block, a cool and clear voice abruptly interrupted.

Luke Jayed stopped his lifted foot, looking towards the direction of the voice.

At the end of the street, a slender female figure walked slowly.

A woman entirely shrouded in snow and ice, her waist-length silver hair danced in the wind like frost, blending seamlessly with the blizzard.

"Bingxue Witch Artemis..."

Luke Jayed squinted slightly and calmly recited her name.

As a Priest of the North Continent Church of the Goddess of Destiny, the Bingxue Witch holds some renown even in the South Continent.

"Mr. Luke Jayed, I apologize, but I must intercept your movement."

The Bingxue Witch's initial aim was to obstruct Fifth War God Luke Jayed.

Being a fellow healer, neither possesses strong offensive capabilities; even if Luke Jayed is stronger, it's tough to break free from her ice attribute control and forcefully pass through.

Moreover, continuously draining each other could hardly lead to a decisive outcome.

"If possible, I truly don't wish to duel with you, Priest."

Luke Jayed's expression shifted slightly, raised a hand to the medical box at his back.

"I feel the same way."

The Bingxue Witch spoke, the temperature around her abruptly plummeting, the chill condensing into rings of ice crystals around her, refracting a ghostly blue light. In the sky, storm clouds rolled, and on the ground, snowflakes rose from nowhere.

"Ordinarily, sparring with opponents who show martial virtues is fortunate, but fighting you here today is truly dreadful."

Luke Jayed frowned secretly.

Terrifying Magic Power surrounded the Bingxue Witch, almost tangible, solidifying the air; thin ice sheets gradually crawled over the buildings flanking the road.

"Since we meet here, let me witness the might of the Fifth War God."

The Bingxue Witch's voice fell, a gale mixed with snow hurled forward, violently sweeping towards Luke Jayed.

The chill was bone-chilling, Luke Jayed felt a sharp pain on his cheek, seeming as though his entire Magic Power might freeze.

Yet Luke Jayed was not flustered, his figure swayed as he charged directly into the snowstorm.

He slapped the medical box behind him, causing a portion of alchemical poison to flow into his body, enhancing him comprehensively, and transforming into a combustion agent, beginning to dissolve the freeze on the entire street.

...

On the western outskirts, Ostrero Mountain.

The dense peaks of Ostrero Mountain lay covered in pristine white snow, gleaming brightly under the blizzard's reflection.

However, the peaceful and harmonious scene was shattered by the commotion echoing from the sky.

"You're quite formidable, Second War God, Black Obsidian Salon!"

Sigrid leapt into the air, her glittering fist swung out, piercing through the snowy mountains instantly.

Immense force rushed towards Salon's face, Salon reacted swiftly, blocking with a black blade, the collision of blade and fist erupted in a deafening roar.

The two forces clashed, stalemating as the earth fractured beneath them.

Salon exerted force into his wrist, the black blade radiating a chilling glow, attempting to turn the tables.

Sigrid understood, her fist exploded with intense silver light, unwilling to grant Salon any advantage.

They sometimes clashed in the sky, sometimes fell to the ground, toppling trees in combat.

"..."

Salon, though silent, showed an eager look as if finding a long-anticipated worthy adversary.

He stabbed out with his black sword, the stance of the blade abruptly changed, its tip carving a bizarre arc through the air, dodging Sigrid's fist route in a roundabout manner, and at an unexpected time, the blade dropped to slash at Sigrid's slender neck.

Sigrid's pupils constricted, at a critical moment, she abruptly tilted her head, narrowly avoiding it, but her body, like steel, endured the strike through enhanced breath.

Her entire body seemed to gather the brilliance of bright moonlight, punching out with a force akin to a roaring giant dragon, a wrathful hurricane.

"Exhilarating."

Salon rapidly withdrew his sword stance to defend against the torrential fist attack, simultaneously using offense as defense, drawing sword veils before him.

Clang clang clang!!

Sounds reminiscent of iron foundry resounded as metal collided, unveiling layers of snow curtains in the sky once more.

On the other, abandoned side of the mountain.

Third Army God Gaiat gripped the Mechanical Magic Wand with both hands, countless dark purple threads spewing from the Array, raining like a waterfall upon the ground.

The threaded shroud ceased all life below, causing trees to wither, snow to disintegrate to dust, and even flowing air began to freeze.

"Stop running!"

Gaiat found his opponent a rare easy challenge, feeling grateful not to face a Bishop of Hegemony but a Dimensional Bishop.

The Magic Threads moved in response, pouncing towards Tolyado like a hungry wolf.