Ashen Dragon

Chapter 191: Chapter 117 Battle of Glacier’s Demise (IV)
 

The Frost Giants had not given up yet. Apart from his own divine power, Nur had one last trick up his sleeve, a technique meant for taking down all enemies alongside them—Soleim’s Incarnation of Winter.

Those Frost Giants, faces full of despair, showed a glimmer of resolve in their eyes.

“Our enemies can kill our bodies, but they cannot kill winter…”

“My father Soleim will bring eternal slumber to our enemies on the glacier stained with the blue blood of Frost Giants.”

More than thirty Frost Giant warriors, adorned with Everfrost Runes, broke off some ice cones from the glacier and, without hesitation, stabbed them into their chests. They chanted an ancient and lengthy hymn, or rather, a curse—harboring the deepest hatred for the enemies who destroyed their tribe.

As the dark blue blood seeped through cracks into the ground, the glacier, bathed in brilliance, rumbled and quaked violently once again.

“Everfrost’s foe—”

A roar echoed through the clouds.

A thirty-plus-meter-tall giant composed of blade-like ice crystals rose from the glacier, standing imposingly on the vast icy expanse. Its features bore a faint resemblance to Kasa, who had fallen under the Red Dragon, but the smooth facets of the ice reflected the varied expressions of the Frost Giant warriors. The giant held an Ice Crystal Double-Bladed Axe, its face filled with the rage of winter, embodying the last will of the Everfrost Tribe.

Facing the charging Ice Crystal Giant, Cassius merely fluttered his wings in the air and continued casting his spell.

“Faith… is truly a terrifying thing.”

“It can turn a group of dying Frost Giants into this monstrosity.”

“But… I wonder if you can withstand my spell?”

As Cassius spoke these words, the clear, cloudless sky suddenly resounded with thunder, shaking the entire Vaar Glacier.

As the Eye of the Storm King on his chest gleamed with dazzling light, an unimaginable spell fluctuation arose. The Magic Web surged like a turbulent ocean, waves crashing violently. Countless complex magic structures embedded themselves together, interlocking and influencing each other, ultimately forming this intricate Ninth Tier Spell—the **Storm of Vengeance**.

Yet Cassius’s greed did not end there.

He not only wanted to kill the Ice Crystal Giant before him but also to obliterate all traces of the Frost Giants’ existence in this icy field, erasing their civilization entirely.

Thus, the Red Dragon Sorcerer drew upon a wilder and more chaotic sorcery power. The ferocious tide of magic gushed without restraint, amplifying the spell’s range and power twofold.

**Metamagic: Distant Spell**

**Metamagic: Enhanced Spell**

Once this process began, it was like opening Pandora’s box, never to be closed again. Cassius could no longer control the spell’s progression, allowing it to pour forth uncontrollably, barely able to protect himself amidst it, remembering—this was a Ninth Tier Spell!

The present Storm of Vengeance was potent enough to destroy a nation, a spell of nation-destroying magnitude!

Cassius watched the distant Ice Crystal Giant, grinning menacingly.

“To force me to use this power indeed befits your standing.”

“Frost Giants, let me see if your final strength can withstand my scourge!”

Overhead, a swirling storm of thundering clouds began to form, centered on the Red Dragon and spreading over several kilometers around.

The dark clouds billowed turbulently, filled with flashes of lightning and howling winds. Only Cassius at the center stood like a lonely island amidst the storm, barely maintaining stability in the wild surge of magic.

The terrifying storm clouds spread and proliferated almost madly, like a monstrous, devouring beast about to swallow everything on the glacier.

Blocking out the sunlight, it turned the polar summer into a nightfall-like darkness.

“Everfrost’s foe, I will kill you!”

“I will flay your skin and crush your flesh!”

The giant roared up to the heavens. It lacked much reason, driven by the instinct of revenge alone, a product of the last hatred of these Frost Giants combined with a shred of Soleim’s divinity. If the ancient giant deity were at the peak of his power, with hundreds of devoted Frost Giants sacrificing together under his gaze, it possibly could have been called a God Scourge.

But now, it was only fit to be called a monster.

In Anzeta, a region with sparse magical energy, under the sacrifices of dozens of Frost Giants and the influence of a barely perceptible sliver of divine power, this “Soleim’s Incarnation of Winter” had barely reached the legendary level of life.

The thirty-plus-meter tall Ice Crystal Giant swung its great axe, its enormous footsteps shaking the ground as it charged towards the Red Dragon with clear intent.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Under the covering clouds, thundering roars echoed like war drums through the sky.

The powerful thunderwave, potent enough to kill a mortal with its sheer force, repeatedly struck the Ice Crystal Giant’s body, causing countless cracks to appear and tiny ice shards to crumble off its solid form.

“Futile struggle!”

The giant roared again, though its voice had grown slightly weaker.

Next, a rain of strong acid fell from the storm clouds. The eerie green magical acid drops pitted the giant’s icy body like ravenous insects, boring deep holes into its smooth surface and sending up plumes of steam and mist.

“Despair! You are insignificant before the Raging Winter!”

The giant’s voice weakened further, but its stance did not falter as it raised its double-bladed axe high, nearly touching the stormy clouds, ready to strike down in fury.

“Crack—!”

Thunder roared first.

In the next moment, six raging bolts of lightning, each as thick as a bowl, converged like divine retribution, striking the giant’s axe head-on.

The blinding light illuminated the area for hundreds of meters around the giant, its entire icy form reflecting the thunder’s glow.@@novelbin@@

The Ice Crystal Double-Bladed Axe was vaporized by the lightning, taking the giant’s right arm with it. The massive, ten-plus-meter-long arm crashed to the ground, shattering into ice chunks with a tremendous noise.

“No—you can’t kill me!”

“I am the Incarnation of Winter!”

The giant roared once more, but its voice had grown even weaker.

Unyielding still, despite losing its right arm and half of its shoulder, it picked up an ice cone from the ground with its left arm and charged the Red Dragon with it as a weapon.

Hail poured down from the storm clouds, pelting the giant continuously. Though these similar attacks caused it little harm, they riddled its body with numerous pits, transforming what had been a nearly flawless Ice Crystal Giant into something more twisted.