Chapter 947: Chapter 535: You Can’t Take It with You—Valuables Left Behind_2

The Frost Giant King’s... entire head and half of the shoulders vanished together!

The solid ice elements blocked Byron’s initial assault but couldn’t withstand his full force strike.

Back when Byron was at the Fourth Order, his strength was measured by the unit of [Blue Hair] Barbarossa Halding; early on, casually reaching seven or eight Blue Hairs, and later, he left them far behind.

Now, having ascended to the Fifth Order, his robust accumulation makes him outstanding among Fifth Order Pseudo-Gods.

[Bearkin], even with a series of external forces stacked, still falls evidently short compared to him.

"Ahhhh..."

The nearby Kalmar Soldiers who weren’t dead couldn’t help but clutch their heads, kneeling to the ground in pain, howling, unable to hear any sounds, evidently entirely deaf from the shock.

Byron ignored them, just watching the Frost Giant King without a head and the unharmed box exposed in his chest with a frown.

His divine sight had long seen [Bearkin] clearly.

The Frost Giant King’s heart had transformed Ulysses’ body into an ice element almost equivalent to a Pseudo-God, with his soul preserved inside the indestructible Ice Secret Casket.

This treasure showed almost no signs of vulnerability; ordinary attacks were clearly ineffective against it.

Indeed, back then, [Red Beard] Edward, with his Soul-hiding Casket Undying Body, paled in comparison.

Sure enough, Byron’s hand moved continuously, already prepared to thrust again with his weapon.

A gust of polar-like cold wind rose, and the Frost Giant King’s headless body instantly merged into light, forming a fierce blizzard over the military port.

Whoosh——!

A snowflake swept past Byron’s cheek, instantly slicing a strand of his hair.

Blades-like sharp winds swept, turning the storm over the military port into a blizzard.

Then came more hexagonal snowflakes, rushing in howling.

Byron saw the shadows of [Frost Wolf Swordsmanship] in these snowflakes and couldn’t help but silently praise:

"Good swordsmanship!"

This sword technique learned by the Bayfolk from the demon monster Frost Wolves emphasizes maintaining ice-cold rationality in a tempestuous array of sword moves; wild in execution, but calm in mind.

It perfectly fits the unique natural environment and ethnic character of the Bayfolk on this land, exponentially enhancing its power in icy realms.

Clearly, what else in this world could exert greater power than the Frost Giant King himself, whose nature is that of a blizzard?

Besides, if not for leveraging the ability of the [Winter’s Secret Case], Ulysses would have had his head blown off by Byron already; under immense rage, the swordsmanship’s power doubled.

"Ah, Mad God’s Descent!"

A halo detonated in the blizzard, and he had completely entrusted his current non-human mythical form to bodily instinct, swearing to chop Byron into fragments.

Byron put away the bit of underestimation he had for him.

Must admit, [Bearkin] Ulysses does have some merit to become the Crown Prince of the Kalmar Union’s Three Nations.

Awakening the Self God signifies fully meeting the precondition of "obsession," with hope of independently ascending to Fifth Order Legend based on personal strength, rather than relying on ancestral heritage.

This was something uncle Henry VI and his own father couldn’t achieve; they could only hope to find an Immortal Stairway that suits their path to walk the path of a Pseudo-God.

Regarding swordsmanship, talent, temperament, [Bearkin] Ulysses was hailed as the first among the young generation of the Kalmar Union.

Once acquiring the Evernight Queen’s Crown in the future, he would undoubtedly become a formidable enemy.

"Unfortunately... your growth is still too slow."

Godly battles aren’t fought like this."

Rustle rustle...

Water sounds emerged from the shadow at Byron’s feet, a three-meter-diameter black cavity suddenly formed.

Slightly extending his divine domain [Styx of the Nether River], he blocked all the wildly chopping Ice Blade Snow Sword outside.

[Bearkin] Ulysses apparently didn’t understand the essence of Byron’s divine domain, condensing a huge human face in the wind and snow, roaring at him:

"Lancaster! The Frost Giant’s heart anchors this world’s winter.

The perpetual cold Northern Territory is the Frost Giant King’s natural divine domain; here, I make all the rules.

I initially thought today’s losses were substantial, that capturing the Kingdom of Hightins was far off.

Now that you’ve come to court death, blame yourself.

And thanks to you for killing off all the [Blue Dragon King] bloodline domestically, with no heirs left behind, it clears obstacles for me.

As long as I can kill you, no one in Hightins will have the right to sit on the throne, making the crown my destined possession.

Even if it costs the downfall of all my direct lineage forces, it’s worth it.

Decree: Ice Age... Descends!

Even rivers, not to mention volcanoes, freeze together!"

A blue and white sun suddenly lit up in the sky, waves of light rippling like water, accelerating the freezing mode in the already bone-chilling military port.

Ice Age descends from the mortal world, aiming to freeze all living things into ice pillars.

Zero degrees, -10 degrees, -20 degrees, -30 degrees... in an instant, it reached the polar lowest temperature of -95 degrees.

At this moment, [Bearkin] had fully released the "winter" contained in the casket.

Byron wasn’t much affected, but surrounding Kalmar Navy, except the Frost Giant Guards, all suffered.

"No, His Highness Ulysses, no——!"

"You promised that as long as we pledged loyalty to you, you would forever guard our backs well, making us the new nobles of the North Sea Empire..."