The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 931 - 65: Climbing into Bed for a Promotion?_2

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Chapter 931 -65: Climbing into Bed for a Promotion?_2

Suddenly, a strong and warm heat burst from the Valkyrie’s body, instantly melting both herself and the surrounding ice.

Damn it!

The Wolf King, shocked and enraged, looked toward the male on the ice field who originally seemed unnoticeable and instantly understood that this one appeared even more powerful.

Driven by the instinct of a creature, fear arose within it, and immediately it let out a low growl, wanting to command the wolf pack to retreat.

“Trying to run? Stay!”

However, Brynhild, who had been caught off guard, obviously wouldn’t give this beast a chance to regroup. She burst out shouting as she fluttered her Light Wings, charging towards the Wolf King,

Meanwhile, the excessively active Magic Factors within her body were crazily infused into the longsword in her hand, the blade extending into a gigantic Light Blade of a hundred meters amidst the surge of Divine Power and the flashing of Lun Runes.

“Boom!”

As the Light Blade descended, the ice field shook violently, a network of cracks formed on the hard frozen ground, and the ice-blue mist exhaled by the wolf pack, like snow encountering the scorching sun, melted away instantaneously, leaving behind pools of icy blue flesh from the pack and the Wolf King.

Brynhild dropped the longsword in her hands, which was falling to pieces under the force, retracted her swan wings, and picked up the hideous wolf head from a pile of flesh.

Then, she turned to Luo En, knelt on one knee, and held up the wolf head with both hands, presenting the trophy with respect, her frost-covered face flushed with shame:

“My lord, it was my oversight, to almost be harmed by these beasts, and in the end, you had to step in for the rescue, please punish me.”

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“Even if there is to be punishment, should we not first heal your wounds?”

Luo En huffed discontentedly and then reached out to help Brynhild up from the ground, taking this somewhat stubborn Valkyrie to a dense forest in the distance for rest and healing.

As is well known, the damage from frostbite and burns is often not apparent initially but very potent over time.

If not dealt with in time, it can lead to severe sequelae.

At this moment, though Brynhild was thawed, the sensing in her limbs was notably sluggish, and numerous purplish-red scars had appeared on her skin. Some subcutaneous tissues even developed hard lumps, which clearly were signs of severe frostbite, necessitating prompt Healing.

“Strip your clothes.” Luo En was drawing a Magic Circle Diagram on the ground while casually issuing instructions.

Brynhild bit down on her teeth, seemingly made some decision, and obediently fulfilled the command.

Luo En, who had turned around, saw a swath of whiteness before him and was slightly taken aback, then added quietly,

“Just the outer garments are fine, I didn’t ask you to take everything off.”

“…”

Brynhild’s body stiffened, realizing that she had misunderstood, her cheeks flushed red with the wish she could dive into a hole on the spot.

“It’s okay, this way the effect will be better.”

Thankfully, Luo En’s timely words somewhat alleviated the awkward atmosphere at the scene.

Then, he politely averted his gaze, reminding her:

“Turn around, just have your back facing me.”

Brynhild hurriedly complied, picking up an undergarment from the ground to cover her exposed upper body.

Just as she was ready, the Valkyrie trembled as if struck by lightning, letting out a vague moan, eliciting boundless imaginations.

As a scorching and sour pang of pain continued from behind her, Brynhild felt as if tens of thousands of ants were crawling and nibbling on her skin, her delicate body twisting restlessly, her skin blushing patches of rose red.

Finally, after enduring for a few seconds, the valiant warrior on the battlefield succumbed to her instincts, her long legs and snowy neck tensed up sharply, emitting a high-pitched moan.

Hearing that melodious voice, Luo En was speechless inside:

All I did was draw a few Runes on your back, is such a big reaction necessary?

Since the mixed cold air from the Frost Wolf pack had invaded Brynhild’s body, it was necessary first to extract it using powers like [Flames] and [Light].

Additionally, Brynhild’s body had just gone through an intense battle and was frostbitten, hence rather fragile, so Luo En, in order to do a perfect job, chose to use his own Divine Blood to draw several Lun Runes on Brynhild’s back, enhancing her Divinity, and internally clearing out the cold air and frostbite.

But he didn’t expect that such brief contact would provoke such a strong reaction from Brynhild, almost as if she had taken some potent drug.

Those who knew understood he was drawing Runes; those who didn’t might think he was drawing X-rated designs.

Seeing the scene about to veer from the warmth of Healing towards the direction of adult content, Luo En coughed dryly and asked:

“How about we try a different method for Healing?”

“No need! Please, continue, I will endure!”

Brynhild answered with earnestness, her face resolute, like a soldier willingly sacrificing themselves.

Seeing the Valkyrie so determined, Luo En had no choice but to let it be and sped up the drawing process.

Eventually, amidst the tremors of Brynhild’s body, Luo En looked at her beautifully curved back and the newly healed pinkish skin, wiped the sweat from his forehead with satisfaction, and nodded approvingly.

He then stood up and suggested:

“Alright, your injury is healed and it’s getting late, let’s rest here for the night and continue our journey in the morning.”

Brynhild naturally agreed, and to show gratitude to her superior, she took the initiative to quickly start setting up camp, making a fire, preparing meals, and drawing pre-warning Arrays, and so on.

Luo En didn’t refuse, watching Brynhild bustling about he took out a dry twig from the Magic Circle Diagram and started whittling and carving with a small knife he carried with him.