Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 471
471 Chapter 471: Duelling the cyclops (3)
Frost armed with his secondary glaive was determined to take down the cyclops during this wave and the antics of the eldest rindar weren’t going to stop him.
He twirled his glaive and wreathed the blade in a dense beam of cold flames, enhancing its cutting force. His tarnished robes and chakra armour also gradually start to repair, returning him to his glorious ice warrior image.
“Arghhhhhhhh!” The cyclops roared out as it swung with immense fury.
In Frost response shifted his focus to the cyclops and elegantly dodged to the side once again easily evading the beast’s blow.
A couple fist sized rocks flew towards him the moment his back was turned but he was prepared. His body twisted allowing the two rocks to fly right passed him, being aware of the attacks made them far easier to dodge.
His body twisting turned into a fierce rotation as the cyclops swung wide in a horizontal sweep. He jumped up and spun like a tornado, building up force before lashing out with his glaive.
“[Claw of the ice wolf]” With his rotation, the glaive skill held even more destructive power. The ice claws and blade smashed hard against the cyclops’s exposed arm bone, shattering the area upon contact and releasing deep cracks throughout the entire bone. Finally after innumerable strikes the bone had finally shattered leaving just a thin strip to hold the muscle together.
The effect was almost immediate, the beast’s left arm lost most of its strength and flopped loosely at its side. Bits of bone, muscle and vast amounts of blood exploded outwards as Frost reeled back his glaive and kicked off of the limp arm, dodging another rock that this time smashed into the cyclops, dealing some friendly fire.
Frost landed lightly a few metres away with a gentle smile on his face and a focused look in his eyes. He felt in the zone, his connection to his glaive as well as the activation of his skills and chakra were seamless. Not wanting waste this enlightened state his grip tightened around his glaive as he kicked off the ground and charged towards the cyclops. He was going to slice through the rest of the arm with a single swing. Without the rigid bone in the way he was sure he could do it. After that he would move to kill the beast.
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As Frost was gaining the upper hand against his foe Maggie and her team were quickly overwhelming the B-rank ogre. Knocking it back and forth between each other, granting it no breaks and no chance to counterattack.
The eldest rindar felt a shiver down his spine as he saw this, his eyes also met Maggie’s glare, she was coming for him. Anger and fury filled his body as he was looked at with such disdain, like he was some kind of prey. He was a predator; it was supposed to be him that looked at others in such a way.
His focus thus left Frost and was redirected towards Maggie and her group. He filled the rocks in his hands with his aura to enhance their destructive capabilities and then launched them with extreme force at the weaker party members, greatly aiding the B-rank ogre.
Maggie’s team was comprised of upper C-rank fighters, weaker than Frost and herself so they couldn’t react quite as well to the sudden rock bullets.
One swordsman narrowly evaded thanks to Maggie’s shout but an axe wielder wasn’t fast enough and was blown backwards from the blow. The rock smashed against his right shoulder, shattering part of his pauldrons and halting his swing upon the ogre’s waist.
“Urgh!” he loudly groaned from the pain and grabbed onto his injured shoulder. His failure to land a blow on the ogre allowed the monster to gain a slight breather and violently swing its oversized great sword in a horizontal sweep, forcing back Maggie and the rest.
It looked briefly looked towards the eldest rindar in thanks, not expecting to be saved by it. Of course the rindar didn’t give two shits whether the ogre died or not but keeping it alive meant that Maggie and her team wouldn’t be able to charge over and attack him.
To be honest he was tempted to enter the battlefield in person, as long as he joined the cyclops or the ogre or even any of the other B-rank monsters they’d be able to destroy their attackers but he was wise enough to know that doing so would put him at great risk.
Hamon though occupied at the moment with protecting the majority of the frontline and the recently arrived frost wolf cavalry would drop that role at the drop of a hat if it meant an opportunity to take down the enemy commander. It was clear that he regretted allowing it to escape the other day, he would not do so a second time.
Thus even though he knew he could change some of the battle’s outcome the cost was not worth the risk, so he remained at the treeline. His three hands filled with fist sized rocks as his gaze moved to the other nearby teams, Hargrave’s in particular who was facing off against his second brother.
With the eldest rindar’s attention away from him Frost moved in even greater earnest. He ducked to avoid another wide sweep and rolled across the ground when the cyclops attempted to squish him with his massive foot. Though such movements appeared inelegant they were effective, and Frost was once again at the monster’s left side with his glaive primed for one more blow.
“[Wyvern’s maw]” Frost felt a large amount of energy being sucked out of him as he used his most powerful and most costly glaive skill. A fierce wyvern head swiftly appeared floating above his glaive. The head roared as the glaive slashed downwards onto the limp left arm. Its razor sharp teeth tore into the cyclops’s flesh, rending it apart till it was a mangled mess without any structure. f𝔯ℯe𝓌ℯ𝐛𝒏𝐨ѵel.c𝚘𝐦
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Frost then roared as his arm muscles bulged, stretching out his robe. He put his full strength and then some into this swing. The moment the head was finished shredding the arm the chakra enhanced glaive sliced through it like a hot knife through butter.
If he hadn’t improved during the battle and hadn’t used the [wyvern’s maw] skill to loosen up the muscle fibres then he wouldn’t have been able to cut through the muscle and flesh so easily. Along with his sudden in the zone state everything added up and allowed him to achieve what he promised.
Schwing!
Frost’s glaive penetrated the cyclops’s arm and exited from the other side, it was covered in blood and bits of flesh but still shone in the light.
Don!
A heavy thud was heard from behind him as the cyclops’s arm fell to the ground, completely severed from its shoulder. A geyser of blood gushed out from the open wound before gradually stopping, the wound cauterising or rather flash freezing thanks to Frost’s chilling cold flames.
Though this prevented serious blood loss it also eliminated the possibility of natural regeneration. The cyclops lost its left arm permanently. Even if it somehow escaped today and survived it would never again have a left arm. Payment for its sneak attack on Kiba.
The cyclops thanks to its maddened state felt very little in terms of pain but it was hard to not notice the large and familiar arm lying by its feet.
It blinked its massive eye in confusion, stunned by what it saw for a few seconds before anger overwhelmed it.
“ARRRGGGGHHHHHH KILLL YOOUUUUU!!!!” Its roars shook the air like a sonic boom and its aura exploded, pressuring the surrounding area. Frost felt goosebumps form on his arms and the small hairs on his body stand up before his aura flashed in intensity allowing him to calm down and continue moving.
While the cyclops was confused for a few seconds he was already preparing himself to attack once again.
After a few deep breaths and light shakes a mad grin appeared on Frost’s face as his battle lust ignited fully. With a sharp swing the blood collected on his blade was cleaned revealing the sharp silver metal underneath.
“Time to end this.” With the creature missing an arm it was no longer possible for it to fervently protect its biggest weakness, its massive eye. Of course Frost wasn’t just aiming to remove one of its arms for the sake of his own pride and training purposes no that was just a happy extra.
The cyclops was slow and cumbersome but to make up for that it was incredibly strong, robust, covered in dense muscles and fairly magic resistant – Frost already tried launching an ice fireball at it and saw little to no effect. It did however have a glaring weakness in its defences, its massive eye.
Of course the cyclops’s itself knew that and vehemently protected its eye from any aggression. Despite being slow and cumbersome it was pretty skilled and quick when it came to protecting its eye. Every attack Frost attempted would be met by the thick wall of muscle that was one of its arms. But now that one of them was out of commission the eye was easy pickings.
Frost with his mad expression charged dead ahead, his face coming infinitely close to the monster’s massive club before deftly avoiding it by a hair’s breadth.
Booom!
The club smashed down on the ground, missing Frost as always but this time it couldn’t retrieve its weapon.
“[Ice obey my will and entangle my foe, ice entanglement.]” Frost hastily chanted the aria for the 2nd circle spell [ice entanglement] enhancing its effect somewhat.
A large magic crest swiftly appeared beneath the stone club and summoned vines of ice that wrapped around it and its hand, restraining them against the ground. Of course with the cyclops’s physical strength this restraint would only last a second or so but that was enough.
The cyclops was easily 10 metres tall, a difficult height to reach simply by jumping -another problem in getting to its weakness- so Frost appeared on the monster’s club and ran up its arm with his glaive stretched out to the side. His chakra flames becoming denser and denser around the entire blade, forming a thick encasing.
Panic suddenly filled the cyclops as its instinct were warning it of Frost’s intended target. It madly pulled at its club trying to break the restraint while at the same time instinctively attempting to swat Frost away with his other hand but unfortunately it no longer had another hand.
Unable to use its hands the cyclops’s eye radiated a dark purple light as it prepared to use its eye beam.
Frost’s smile grew when he saw the purple light, he expected such a reaction. He continued to run up the cyclops’s arm disregarding the rapidly expanding purple light.
The moment he reached the creature’s shoulder the eye beam fired with immense speed, greatly surpassing an arrow towards its right shoulder.
Frost at the same moment suddenly kicked off the monster’s shoulder, shooting up several metres. With a mad smile and berserk eyes Frost pointed his glaive directly downwards and activated his advanced airborne skill.
“[Skyfall]”
