Chapter 59: Changes

On the Icy Warship.

Silas walked out of the temple and saw a total of twenty-nine golden souls kneeling quietly outside, their expressions respectful.

Silas waved his hand, and countless cold winds and frost surged forth, enveloping their souls and transforming them into warriors clad in heavy armor.

"At this rate, my army will only grow larger," Silas thought with satisfaction, looking at the neat rows of warriors.

These newly arrived warriors had already been indoctrinated with much knowledge by the veterans on the warship while Silas was asleep and seemed to have been deeply brainwashed.

Now, even if Silas didn't say a word, these undead were filled with fervor.

Silas looked down upon the crowd and said, "Very good, my warriors."

A voice like a storm emanated, accompanied by the tolling of bells, giving an indescribable sense of supreme majesty.

Thump! Thump!

The spear-wielding warriors forcefully struck their breastplates, straightened their bodies, their expressions solemn.

After surveying the area, Silas's gaze fell upon the distant grey dream world.

"Forget it, I'll wait a bit longer!" Silas was still very curious about that world, but he didn't think he was ready yet.

"At least until I shed the status of a Priest apprentice and become a professional Priest, then I'll research it," Silas temporarily set a goal for himself.

Returning to the throne, Silas slightly raised his hand and beckoned with his fingers at the invisible void.

Through the connection between the Storm Hunt Imprints, Silas could use his divine authority here to directly pull their consciousness into this space.

As his divine authority was activated, two gusts of cold wind slowly condensed on the deck outside the temple.

A few seconds later, accompanied by a chilling mist, two figures appeared on the deck.

These two figures could still be recognized as Helles and Bernice.

At this moment, the changes in the two were not significant. Apart from an icy blue wolf's head imprint on their chests, only their facial features had been slightly altered.

This alteration was very strange. Although their appearance was still the same, due to some bizarre and subtle changes, the two seemed like completely different people.

Helles's eyes were slightly smaller, and there were some icy blue patterns on her cheeks.

The corners of her lips were more prominent, and her face shape was slightly thinner.

Bernice's almond-shaped eyes were slightly larger, her nasal bridge slightly lower, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly.

These subtle changes, when combined, didn't make the two more beautiful, but they did change their overall facial appearance and temperament.

At this moment, their soul-bodies were clad in metal armor similar to that of the undead warriors, and their entire bodies were surrounded by a bone-chilling cold.

Arriving here for the second time, the two were noticeably much calmer. Their expressions were still pious, but their faces showed much less trepidation and more composure.

"Enter!" Silas's magnificent voice emanated from the temple.

The two bowed upon hearing the sound and stepped into the temple.

After entering the doorway, they knelt in the same position as last time, their expressions respectful.

Silas, sitting on the high throne, looked down at the two and noticed the subtle changes in their appearance.

"This isn't a change in appearance, but a change in will. The face is born from the heart; the will determines the form of the soul, and the soul determines the appearance of the body. Although they accepted the Storm Hunt Imprints, their personalities and wills seem to have been affected."

His gaze swept over their appearances, then landed on the nodules on their chests.

At this moment, the nodules had changed. After fusing with the Shadowed Vale Mist Hunt Imprint, their surfaces were covered in cold frost, transforming into an ice-like tissue.

This tissue extended numerous nerves and membranes, connecting to various parts of their bodies.

"It seems my authority is above the level of these mystical nodules. At least for now, these nodules have been covered by the Storm Hunt Imprints."

After a simple analysis, Silas spoke: "Very good."

Helles immediately replied, "Reporting to my Lord, thank you for your endless boons upon us. We, your servants, are dull-witted and only managed to barely withstand the boundless power you bestowed upon us after three days."

Silas said calmly, "Continue to maintain your piety."

"Yes!" The two Demonesses' hearts were filled with gratitude.

"Go!" Silas waved his hand after confirming the situation.

Then, the two Demonesses transformed into mist and disappeared.

"Hmm, I'll go over tomorrow morning to confirm the physical condition of the two," Silas thought.

The Green Flame Brotherhood was constantly lurking here, preparing to cause trouble. Silas needed a certain degree of security in reality.

If the two Demonesses could quickly integrate into the crowd, it would be a huge protection for Silas.

The next day, Silas woke up very early. The sky was still dim; he got up at half-past five.

Then, he silently put on his clothes, took the Husky, and went out, preparing for a morning run.

The hazy Bayne City, with the winter morning mist enveloping the entire city, coupled with the dim light, reduced visibility to only about ten meters.

"Fortunately, this city isn't too developed. Although there's quite a bit of coal smoke, the air quality is still passable."

Silas thought, then, with the Husky, started jogging west along the path he remembered.

Following Hawthorn Alley, Silas ran with the Husky towards the edge of the city.

The streets were now deserted and very quiet. Silas didn't encounter Logan and the other two Night Watchers and ran directly into the wilderness.

As winter continued, the snow in the wilderness grew thicker.

Fortunately, the merchant caravans had compacted the snow on the roads. Although it was very slippery, it was still possible to run normally.

Silas controlled his breathing as he ran, finding his rhythm.

Over a thousand meters, Silas jogged all the way with the Husky, only slightly out of breath.

This was a huge difference from the last time he came.

"I suddenly feel like my physique has changed from that of a normal person to a long-distance runner," Silas thought.

Although the factory was now completely sealed off by heavy snow, there were still many human footprints.

Most of them were left by wealthy people who had nothing better to do and came out to hunt.

Silas, with the Husky, followed the previous footprints and found the ditch. After advancing about ten meters into the ditch, Silas once again arrived at the familiar iron gate.

At this moment, the iron gate was piled high with snow. It seemed the people inside hadn't come out for two or three days.

Silas's heart skipped a beat. "Could something have gone wrong?"

Thinking of this, he quickly stepped forward, cleared away the snow, pushed open the gate, and walked in.

The moment he entered, the first thing Silas felt was not warmth, but a bone-chilling cold.

This cold was even lower than the temperature outside.

"What's going on?" Silas was somewhat confused and quickly rushed in.

Although it was still pitch black, Silas, relying on his memory, walked down the steps and fumbled for an oil lamp, lighting it.

The dim lamplight illuminated the room, revealing that the entire walls were covered in white frost.

And on the ground, there were strange runes and animal corpses, bones, and blood everywhere.

In a corner, the two Demonesses, their mouths covered in blood, their bodies emitting a faint mist, sat motionless on the icy ground.