Chapter 340: 338 Inside the Gap_1

Translator: 549690339

Scarlet snowflakes painted brilliant crimson blood blossoms against the vast white snow on the ground.

From above, the scene was surprisingly artistic.

However, this art was created from the lives that were constantly disappearing.

Sadly, none of the three figures watching from above had any appreciation for art.

Observing the scene below, they each noticed something unusual.

Even though the snow was soaked with blood, the amount on the ground was still too small.

It looked as if it had been absorbed by something else.

Moreover, the fluctuations of magical power around Snow Mountain’s gap were unusual.

As an expert in this field, Moray immediately spoke: “Interesting, someone has set up a magic array here targeting living creatures, and it even has a considerable effect.

The shattered gap in Snow Mountain appears chaotic and disordered, but it now seems to be the result of someone’s intentional arrangement.

Each piece of rubble and icicle there has a purpose, making the entire Snow Mountain a part of this magic array.

For those below who are as insignificant as ants, getting even just slightly closer would greatly impact their minds and spirits.

At the same time, the influence here is rapidly spreading in all directions. The White Dragons and Frost Giants we saw earlier rushing towards this place are under this influence.

If left unchecked, this strange influence might even extend beyond the Snow Field and affect the Dragon Bone Wasteland.”

Then, Konoheim, who was holding Moray, added: “Of course, this level of mental influence has no effect on us.

But to be on the safe side, let’s add some resistance first!”

As he muttered incantations, Otto felt a translucent shield like an eggshell form around him.

Even the magically inept Otto could see a bunch of crimson silk threads vainly struggling around the translucent shell.

Konoheim faced the same situation, but when it came to Moray, things were a bit different.

The crimson strings seemed to have no interest in Moray – perhaps because he was being held by Konoheim and was similarly protected by the defensive magic around him.

It was apparent that Moray and Konoheim had taken note of this.

Without needing much interaction, Moray floated out of Konoheim’s grasp, but nothing changed.

As if they had eyes, the crimson silk threads that had a negative sneaky effect on the mind bypassed Moray directly and then aimed their futile efforts at Konoheim and Otto.

Seeing all this, Otto’s face darkened.

This explained why only Frost Giants and White Dragons were within Snow Mountain and rushing toward it.

It seemed that this peculiar influence was targeted.

Based on the results affecting him and Konoheim, Otto boldly deduced that only Dragons or Giants would be affected by these crimson threads.

Affected Dragons or Giants would uncontrollably rush towards Snow Mountain. Once they arrived at the gap, they would instinctively split into two factions based on their race and continuously fight each other.

Until only one Giant or Dragon was left…

The reason for only having Frost Giants and White Dragons here was actually quite simple – they were the two most populous races of Giants and Dragons in the Snow Field.

After understanding this, Otto and his companions did not forget to investigate further.

For example, where did the disappearing blood go?

“If I remember correctly…”

Suddenly, Otto spoke: “You call the Bone Demon sealed in Snow Mountain the Blood Thunder Lord, right?”

Hearing this, Moray and Konoheim both paused. They understood what he meant without Otto having to say anything further.

“So what should we do next?”

Watching the terrifying battlefield below that resembled a meat grinder, Moray chuckled: “Since the magic array in Snow Mountain has no effect on us, let’s just stay on the sidelines and watch the excitement.

Watching them, it’s like witnessing the battles during the First Era when Dragons and Giants contended for dominion over the continent!”

He was the type to enjoy watching chaos unfold, harboring a strong prejudice against Dragons as always.

From his current demeanor, it seemed that he also had a negative impression of Giants.

Sharing Moray’s view, Konoheim looked at the scene below with curiosity in his eyes.

Soon, he eagerly said, “I think we should take action sooner rather than later, to avoid any accidents.”

Moray and Otto squinted at him, clearly not believing a word he said.

He had always been extremely curious about things he hadn’t seen before and was obviously getting impatient to see what the Blood Thunder Lord looked like.

However, Otto didn’t want to linger in the sky and watch the events unfold any longer. Who knew how long they would have to wait like that?

So, under his leadership, Konoheim and Moray followed closely behind, flying towards the center of Snow Mountain’s gap.

Despite the chaos around them, their surroundings were eerily quiet.

Not only had no Frost Giants or White Dragons come here, but the area also seemed to have some soundproofing; a faint red film protected the surroundings.

Those crimson threads also rapidly diffused outwards from the heart of the film.

However, the faint red film didn’t seem to have any strong defenses and didn’t show any signs of blocking the uninvited guests of Otto and his companions.

They easily tore a hole in the film, allowing them to land inside Snow Mountain’s gap.

The space inside was surprisingly spacious, even Otto’s terrifyingly massive body wouldn’t feel cramped.

Apart from soundproofing, the film outside seemed to have a thermal insulation effect as well.

The temperature here was on par with Nolan Forest. Compared to the freezing environment outside, it felt like a warm spring breeze.

The interior was also different from the outside, as the surrounding ice was red. Crimson arcs of lightning pulsed along the scarlet ice, making “crackling” noises.