Chapter 187: The Fall of Glacier (IV)
The Frost Giants hadn’t given up. Beyond his own Divine Power, Nur had reserved one final, desperate gambit—Solem’s Winter Incarnation. A ritual of mutual annihilation, meant to drag all enemies into oblivion with them.
In the eyes of those desperate warriors, a flicker of resolve sparked.
"They may kill our bodies, but they cannot kill winter."
"My father, Solem, shall come upon the Glacier—drenched in the blue blood of our kind—and grant eternal sleep to our foes."
Over thirty Frost Giant warriors, their bodies etched with Eternal Frost Runes, broke off ice spikes from the Glacier’s endless surface and plunged them without hesitation into their own chests. As they chanted the ancient, mournful Lament—more curse than prayer—their final words echoed with the deepest hatred for the clan’s extinction.
As their deep-blue blood seeped through fissures into the earth, the once-silent Glacier trembled once more, groaning like a dying beast.
"Enemies of the Youshuang..."
A roar erupted from the ice, shaking the sky.
From the heart of the Glacier, a colossus rose—thirty meters tall, forged entirely of razor-edged ice crystals. It stood upon the endless white, its face bearing a haunting resemblance to Kasa, the Frost Giant slain by the Red Dragon. Yet every smooth plane of its crystalline form reflected the varied, tormented expressions of the fallen warriors. Clutched in its massive hands was a dual-bladed ice axe, its face blazing with the fury of Winter’s Wrath—this was the last will of the entire Youshuang Tribe.
Facing the towering ice giant, Kai Xiusu merely unfurled his wings in midair, continuing to weave his spell.
"Faith... such a terrifying force."
"It turns a dying race into these abominations."
"But... can you endure my spell?"
The moment he spoke, the sky—clear just moments before—split open with a thunderclap that shook the entire Wahala Glacier.
From his chest, the Eye of the Storm Sovereign flared with blinding light. An unimaginable Arcane Pulse surged forth, and the Weave of Magic surged like a storm-tossed ocean, churning with violent waves. Countless intricate Magical Constructs intertwined, nested within one another, influencing and amplifying each other, until they converged into a single, immensely complex Nine-Ring Spell—[Revenge Storm].
Yet Kai Xiusu’s hunger did not end here.
He did not merely wish to destroy the ice giant. He sought to erase every trace of the Frost Giants’ existence from this frozen wasteland—annihilate their civilization, erase their legacy.
With a roar, the Red Dragon Sorcerer unleashed an even more chaotic, frenzied surge of arcane energy. The spell erupted like a breached dam, its power and range doubling, cascading out in wild, unrestrained fury.
[Metamagic: Extended Spell]
[Metamagic: Empower Spell]
Once begun, it was like opening Pandora’s Box—irreversible, uncontrollable. Kai Xiusu could no longer halt it. He could only cling to his own survival, barely holding on. After all, this was a Nine-Ring Spell—now amplified beyond reason.
The Revenge Storm now had the power to obliterate a nation. A true Nation-Destroying Spell.
Kai Xiusu stared at the distant ice giant, his face twisted into a grim, triumphant grin.
"Forcing me to unleash such power... you’re worthy of it."
"Frost Giant, show me your final strength. Can it stand against the Cataclysm in my hands?"
Above, a maelstrom of storm clouds gathered around the Red Dragon, swirling and expanding across kilometers of sky. Rolling black clouds churned with lightning and howling winds, while Kai Xiusu stood at the eye of the storm—a lone, isolated island amidst the chaos, barely holding his ground.
The storm raged, spreading, multiplying, a monstrous, ravenous beast poised to devour everything on the Glacier. It swallowed the sunlight, plunging the eternal summer twilight of the polar lands into darkness.
"Enemy of the Youshuang... I will kill you!"
"I’ll skin you alive, chew your flesh, drink your blood!"
The giant roared, its voice raw with fury—but reason was gone. It was but a vessel of vengeance, a fusion of the Frost Giants’ final hatred and a faint, dying echo of Solem’s divinity. Had the ancient giant god been whole, and hundreds of Frost Giants sacrificed in solemn faith beneath his gaze, it might have been called a Divine Abomination.
But now? It was nothing but a Monster.
In Anzeta, where magical power was scarce, and fueled only by the sacrifice of dozens of Frost Giants and a flicker of divine essence too weak to be perceived, this Solem’s Winter Incarnation barely reached Legendary Life Level.
The thirty-meter ice giant swung its massive axe, stomping forward with tremors that shook the ground.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Under the storm-laden sky, thunder cracked like war drums, one after another, each blast powerful enough to shatter mortal bones. The relentless shockwaves battered the giant’s crystalline body, carving deep fissures across its surface. Ice shards rained down like snow.
"Useless resistance!"
The giant roared—but its voice was weaker now.
Then came the Corrosive Armor-Classid Rain, descending from the clouds. Emerald-hued magical rain fell like a swarm of hungry insects, burrowing into the ice, carving countless pits into its flawless surface. Steam erupted in thick plumes from the wounded form.
"Surrender! You are nothing before Winter’s Wrath!"
Its voice trembled again, yet it stood defiant—raising its double-bladed axe high, the tip nearly piercing the storm clouds, poised to bring down a devastating blow.
Crack—
First, the thunder.
Then—six bowl-sized bolts of raging lightning converged, striking the axe’s tip in a single, divine lightning strike. The blinding flash illuminated a hundred meters around, every ice crystal reflecting the violent surge.
The ice axe shattered instantly—vaporizing in an instant. The giant’s right arm tore free, a massive, broken limb crashing to the ground, exploding into a storm of ice shards.
"No—! You cannot kill me!"
"I am the embodiment of Winter’s Wrath!"
The roar was faint now—almost desperate.
Yet it did not fall. Even missing half its shoulder and its right arm, it seized a fallen ice spike from the ground and charged forward, wielding it as a weapon.
Hailstones rained down from the storm, pelting the giant’s body. Though the attack came from the same source as its own form, it did little damage—only adding more craters to its already fractured surface. What had once been a perfect, crystalline titan now resembled a grotesque, twisted mockery of life.
(End of Chapter)
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