DUNGEON OF NIFLHEIM - Chapter 505 - 505 Chapter 505: The chase was on (3)

505 Chapter 505: The chase was on (3)

Frost rubbed the back of Kiba’s head affectionately before whispering in his ear and smiling.

Kiba chuffed in response before ascending higher into the air, his wings spreading out wide, fully prepared to engage in an aerial battle. Frost expected that whomever was left behind would redirect their hatred towards him, hoping to at least take him down before ultimately being killed by Anya. A partial victory that would lessen the disgrace of death however, Frost wasn’t going to simply let such a scenario play out.

Dense layers of ice chakra stretched over Frost’s body, granting him a full suit of armour, turning his noble attire into one of a fierce ice knight but that wasn’t all, his chakra then stretched towards Kiba covering his joints, torso and even his claws in ice thus completing the knightly look.

“Fly.” With that simple word Kiba roared out and started beating his wings. Frost tightened his grip around Kiba’s torso as well as his glaive as the two working in tandem dived down from on high, heading directly for Frostine.

“Hmph arrogant!” Frostine smiled evilly as his target willingly came down to face him, a foolish choice that would make his job that much easier. He started casting two 3rd circle spells, one to restrict Kiba’s movements and another to generate ice steps in the air, allowing him to fight an aerial battle.

In response to the restrictive spell that summoned what seemed to be an isolated blizzard around Kiba and himself, Frost raised his glaive overhead and started spinning it with tremendous force. He then changed the state of his chakra to that of ice fire and allowed it to fill his glaive without limit. The silvery ice flames eventually escaped from the glaive’s tip as it spun thus generating fierce whips of ice fire that easily shredded apart the magic blizzard. The dungeon core and glacial tiger then continued their onward trajectory, losing very little momentum.

“[Frost monarch’s judgement]” Unperturbed by the destruction of his spell Frostine kicked off one the ice steps he conjured and activated a unique race skill. Internal energy covered his hands, greatly enhancing the ice chakra surrounding them before an image very similar to himself coalesced behind him, mimicking his actions and words.

The two frost monarchs then raised their hands overhead as if they were mighty hammers before slamming down with thunderous fury. Even Valend a mighty frost giant would be sent flying if hit by such a blow let alone Frost and Kiba.

As the target of such a powerful technique Frost felt a pressure seep into his body, limiting his attempts to escape its judgement. Aura was in play and with Frostine’s mastery using it conjunction with his attacks was almost natural. Frost’s lips twitched from the sensation, but a smile stubbornly remained.

…..

“[Wyvern’s maw]” In response he erupted with his strongest glaive skill as well as his royal aura in full force. The activation of his aura swiftly swallowed the pressure that limited his movements as well as Kiba’s before attaching itself to the conjured wyvern’s head. With a quick addition of ice flames Frost then swung his glaive down and launched the large wyvern head at the two Frostines before having Kiba swiftly alter their course slightly.

Boom!

The air exploded as the two skills smashed against one another, fragments of chakra and energy firing off into the distance. The wyvern head opened its jaw and bit down on the hand hammers but was unfortunately outmatched. The moment its fangs started to puncture passed the ice chakra armour and insert the cold flames into Frostine’s body the force of the hammering hands came down and blew it apart, like a fragile balloon. Thankfully it was only an energy formed construct otherwise there’d be a real mess to clean up.

Frost felt a chill down his neck as he saw the result of his strongest attack being eviscerated in under a second, but it was to be expected. Frostine was far above him in terms of both strength and experience, in fact all the B-ranks were…. until they weren’t.

After fighting for so long back at the dungeon and more recently in defence of Furano, Frost no longer fought as though he was infallible. Losing was fine as long as he could try again, eventually with enough training he would surpass any foe. Frostine was no different, his aim was not to kill the monarch but to buy time for Anya to catch up.

Kiba, thanks to Frost’s royal aura wasn’t pressured and easily changed direction bringing the two of them around Frostine’s left flank.

“Rooooaaaaaarrrrrr!!!” Kiba let loose with his [tiger roar], a skill that utilised sound vibrations as well as killing intent to disorient enemies. However given the difference in rank it was nothing but a more irritating roar to Frostine’s ears.

Frost followed up Kiba’s attack with a quick slash of his glaive but without using a technique or properly infusing aura into his weapon he failed to breach Frostine’s skin.

Woosh!

The two narrowly avoided Frostine’s right hand that attempted to grab Kiba’s hindlegs before once again rising up into the air, out of arms reach. They couldn’t however remain there as the moment they let up with their attacks Frostine would use the chance to start running.

Thus Frost and Kiba started several rounds of divebombing, utilising their superior speed and teamwork to avoid Frostine’s blows at the last minute. Not an easy task I’ll tell you that but certainly rewarding. Even the slightest mistake could end up in his and Kiba’s death thus he was forced to stay in the zone throughout the entire fight, greatly improving both his own skills as well as his teamwork with Kiba.

“Fucking fly!!!” Frostine bellowed furiously as he desperately chased after Frost and Kiba, kicking off the ice steps he summoned with such force that most of them shattered. His anger was through the roof, even after multiple attempts he still couldn’t catch this damn fly even once. Sure, his attacks completely annihilated Frost’s but they never landed on him, he and Kiba always escaped and even regularly cut into his armour, nothing serious but still of great insult to the mighty frost monarch.

“Rahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In a mad fit Frostine screamed out in rage before stomping down on multiple ice steps, rapidly bringing him behind Frost and Kiba. He used such strength that the steps shattered on impact and even his chakra formed leg cracked from the excess force but finally he had the upper hand. No matter how fast they were this time they’d feel his wrath.

“Time to die you damn flies!” He raised his fists up overhead and activated his racial skill [Frost monarch’s judgement] once again, holding absolutely nothing back. He was going to pulverise Frost and Kiba with a single perfectly executed blow.

However, he failed to notice the change in Frost’s smile to more of a smirk. The damn elf didn’t even look the slightest bit afraid or even shocked by his sudden ambush.

Frostine continued to have his face warped by madness as he brought down the hammers of judgment and only in the very last moment did, he notice something was wrong but by then it was far too late.

Baaaaannnnnggggg!!

There was a loud sound clearly indicating that Frostine’s attack struck something hard, but it wasn’t Frost nor was it Kiba.

“Haaaaaaaa to think we took so long to get here, Freya looks like you’re going to have to go on a diet.” The clash was from Anya’s spear. The bright red weapon inserted itself between Frost and Frostine and easily stopped the attack, she didn’t even have to use a skill.

“Bark!” Freya her battle mount loudly barked at her master’s diet comment, taking great offence to it but their easy-going banter highlighted how easy it was for Anya to stop Frostine’s all or nothing blow. A fact that sent shivers down Frostine’s spine as his current situation became all too clear.

With a simple flick wave of her spear Frostine was sent hurtling down to the ground, he couldn’t even resist as Anya utilised her aura.

“Well done holding him down. Shame we could only get one of them but nevertheless could job Frost.” Anya praised Frost with a bright smile before she and Freya inevitably started to descend after their jump.

“Thank you General.” Frost saluted in a militaristic fashion before gazing down at Frostine.

‘Looks like this is where his journey ends.’ He knew that now that Anya was here Frostine had zero chance in escaping and such thoughts brought joy to his heart. The frost monarch was always a sneaky bastard, always interfering in his fights ever since he arrived, now however it was payback time.

Kiba and Frost rose up higher into the air so as to avoid the ensuing carnage, he didn’t want to end up as an unfortunate fatality when Anya let loose. Of course, he was still close enough that he could thoroughly spectate the battle prowess of an A-rank combatant, a very opportunity.

His eyes however did end up drifting to the north where Valend escaped. He had a nagging feeling in his heart that they’d somehow meet again in the future and finally resolve their grudge.