Chapter 109: Croak Vs Aradin [1]
Standing atop the distant ridges overlooking the newly formed frozen wasteland, the leadership of Varania bore witness to the absolute pinnacle of a Martial Lord’s desperation.
The massive, glittering ocean of permafrost reflected the pale desert sun, a monument to the Troll King’s active skill.
Frozen Death Star.
Grand Chancellor Manuses hovered slightly above the ground, his white-gold wings lightly flapping to maintain his altitude.
His eagle eyes narrowed as he analyzed the sheer volume of frozen mana. A low, grave hum vibrated from his chest. "To freeze an entire sea in a single heartbeat... the Troll King is truly fighting with his life on the line."
"I have never fought him before but it’s just as the rumors says"
General Trojan stood rigid at the crest of the central sand dune, his hand resting calmly on the pommel of his Varanium blade.
His expression remained entirely stoic, unbothered by the sudden drop in temperature.
"So this is the night of the Frozen Death Star skill?" Trojan noted coldly, his tactical mind assessing the frozen battlefield.
"But this makes the static fortress just a larger target. He must have expended a massive portion of his mana reserves to achieve this."
"Could this be his final stand?"
High Priest Croak stood at the cliff’s edge, his emerald eyes glowing with an eerie, unblinking light as he stared down at his frozen element.
Rather than being impressed, he simply scoffed, a deep, raspy croak escaping his throat.
"A parlor trick of ice and panic," he muttered, his liquid jade staff humming with malicious resonance. "You think a drop of frost can permanently bind the infinite depth of my sea?"
Duchess Brenda bared her fangs, a savage, bloodthirsty grin stretching across her face as she rested her massive executioner’s axe on her shoulder.
The sheer destructive display only fueled her battle lust.
"Ha! Now that’s what I’m talking about!" she giggled, "I have always wondered how strong the Troll King was"
"Before Lord Varanus came, he ruled this desert with iron fist. Not even the governors of Yeren could oppose him"
"The giant bastard is stronger than I thought he was! I can’t wait to split his frozen skull open!"
Duchess Alisa, completely submerged within the fluid darkness of the shadow realm beneath Trojan’s feet, observed the phenomenon with calculated detachment.
Her role hasn’t changed, she had deployed her agents to gather mana cores from the slained bodies.
’The Troll King’ she thought, ’That must be the Frozen Death Star skill, it’s strong....’
’But not too strong to overwhelm that man’
Her voice did not manifest, but her dark aura flickered with silent amusement.
To a shadow, it mattered not if the world above was made of water or ice—the darkness beneath the glacial sheets remained hers to control.
High Priest Croak did not wait for the frost to settle.
With a sudden, violent movement, he raised his webbed hand toward the fractured heavens.
The space rifts tore open once more, wider and more unstable than before.
"Rise!"
Croak roared, summoning a second, even more violent torrent of high-pressure sea water that cascaded out of the voids, slamming against the frozen permafrost with the weight of a falling mountain.
Simultaneously, Eurenia stepped forward, her elegant posture radiating absolute destruction.
"Allow me to assist you, High Priest," she spoke softly, her eyes igniting into brilliant, hyper-dense crimson spheres.
Eurenia activated her newly evolved active skill.
Crimson Flame Spirit!
With a fluid sweep of her arms, she unleashed a catastrophic deluge of crimson-hot, concentrated martial flames.
Instead of clashing with Croak’s water, she masterfully wielded her cultivation control to merge her flames directly into High Priest Croak’s sea.
The result was a terrifying, paradoxical phenomenon.
A roaring, apocalyptic ocean of superheated, boiling thermal water.
When this synthesized sea of boiling death crashed into the Troll King’s frozen permafrost, the scene that swept through Norona City became an absolute, chaotic hellscape.
BOOM—!!!
An instantaneous, cataclysmic thermal shockwave ripped through the city.
The massive ice walls and the frozen sea did not merely melt.
They violently detonated.
The sudden, extreme contrast between sub-zero permafrost and Eurenia’s hyper-dense thermal flames caused the ice to shatter into millions of lethal, jagged shrapnel pieces before instantly vaporizing.
A blinding, suffocating blanket of superheated, scalding white steam erupted across the entire horizon, completely swallowing Norona City.
The colossal waves of boiling water tore through the secondary and inner districts, utterly dissolving the remaining structures, melting the armor off the fallen, and grinding the frozen mummies into boiling sludge.
The earth groaned as torrents of scalding water and collapsing stone created a roaring whirlpool of absolute ruin, completely erasing the lower topography of the city, leaving only the steam-choked silhouettes of the Grand Sanctum standing amidst the boiling flood.
The collision between the boiling thermal sea and the frozen permafrost was a cataclysmic war of raw elements.
When the white-hot, flame-infused water slammed into the rigid glacial sheets of the Frozen Death Star.
The sky itself seemed to scream.
A deafening, continuous CRACK-HISS echoed across the valley as the extreme temperature disparity caused the massive ice walls to violently fracture.
Colossal blocks of ancient permafrost detonated into millions of jagged shards under the thermal shock.
Melting so rapidly that they dissolved into torrential, hyper-pressurized cascades mid-air.
The resulting runoff transformed the ruined streets into a raging, chaotic maelstrom.
Rivers of scalding water rippled and violently scattered across the battlefield, throwing up massive, blinding geysers of superheated steam wherever the boiling waves swallowed the remaining pockets of ice.
The entire landscape became a distorted, fluctuating mirror of churning rapids, exploding vapor, and shifting currents.
Suddenly, the roaring, scattered waters were violently silenced.
SHIIIIING—!!!
Out from the blinding shroud of steam and the churning, rippling waves, a catastrophic surge of pure, unadulterated martial force erupted from the direction of the Grand Sanctum.
Aradin had moved.
"WE MEET AGAIN YOU DAMN FROG!" Aradin screamed, not suppressing his rage.
He activated his signature active skill.
Lord of Cleave, the human knight-priest unleashed a devastating offensive.
The distorted, roaring sea was cleanly and effortlessly sliced in half, a vacuum of empty air forming wherever the attack traveled as the water violently parted to the left and right.
Dozens of hyper-dense, silver crescent slashes cut through the vaporized atmosphere with localized supersonic speed.
Each blade of condensed mana was thick enough to sunder a mountaintop.
All perfectly synchronized and directed with lethal, calculated precision straight at the silhouette of High Priest Croak standing on the cliff’s edge.