Chapter 662: [The True Frostmourne(2)]
Seeing this, Allen transformed into a gust of wind. Not only did his sword dance about, even his twin fists, his briskly tail, and two legs whirled about in a dance of death-like blades. Anything struck by them was instantly reduced to powder.
The Ice Winged Tiger and the Frostmourne clashed in the air, creating a distortion in the space. Rumble…! The temperature suddenly dropped precipitously. Countless amounts of frost and ice descended down from the heavens within an area of several kilometers around the Arena.
Allen’s eyes gleamed and the space around him distorted, seemingly frozen. “Roaaaaar!” In an instant, the Ice Winged Tiger’s entire body was covered with frost and ice, along with the Ice Shards stopping inches away from him, melting into water and was then sucked into Allen’s body, washing his wounds and slowly healing them. “If you can do absorb energy…why can’t I do the same…?” He muttered upon seeing Crocell's startled look.
Allen’s Frostmourne flickered and then, slammed into the body of the frozen Ice Winged Tiger, breaking it into pieces.
“I already know you will do that,” Allen muttered softly as his left hand appeared at the right side of his head, where there, an ice sword was caught barehanded.
“…?!!!” The sudden change caused Crocell to be startled. She immediately reacted swiftly. Her body pulled back quickly as she cried out in astonishment.
“…no matter how you fast you are, or how powerful you have become…it’s still not enough.”
Letting out an amused smile, Allen watched as Crocell hurriedly pulled back. But how could Allen let her gain distance?
The Allen in front of Crocell suddenly blurred and then disappeared only to reappear just behind Crocell, like a ghost while those cold indifferent words sounded. "You're making too many wasted movements... more so, habits..."
"...?!!"
"...Even still, you won...but you cannot be allowed to take 'my child's' life in front of me...!"
“You!!!”
The cold words caused Crocell to feel a chill in her heart. Her voice had also become sharp at this moment. What? Crocell didn't understand what had happened. However, too late, it was too late.
The young boy was like a sharp blade from hell, charging towards her madly with many devils that were wailing with anguish. Unlike the indifferent and calm he directed towards her before, he now had a frantic, murderous intent, wishing to put the enemy before him to her death. It was as if he was drained of a soul and became a violent humanoid weapon that only knew how to kill...
He was so cold…!
The Demon Duchess suddenly found herself scared out of her wits by the overwhelming sense of destruction and icy coldness that couldn’t be found in any living being, gods or demons. She was in a daze for only a split second when her chest received a solid punch. Baaang!! “Aaaaahhh!!” yes, punch! For some unknown reason, the Frostmourne had disappeared from his hand and was then replaced by Allen’s callous and cold persona.
His expression was cold. He did not react to Crocell’s painful sharp scream. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly swung his right leg. A powerful force that carried a low and deep sonic boom heavily swung into Crocell’s lower abdomen.
Following a deep muffled sound, the Demon Duchess body immediately rubbed against the ground, drawing a scar that was over twenty meters long before she heavily collided with a rock. Immediately, she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. However, it has not yet ended… Allen’s cold gaze locked on her figure. Her icy red gaze seemed to have no life in them, appearing glassy and soulless. Crocell was startled by the sudden change in her master’s character. But she was more shocked to see the image standing behind Allen—
The clear blue sky that was once there was now draped with ash-colored clouds that seemed to have covered the sky turning it into muddy black, tinged with lightning and thunderous echoes, seemingly creating a perfect a strange rhythm. Even the light of the sun that pierced through the cloudy sky and illuminated the ground was perfectly blocked; a darkness that was equal with the dark of night fell onto the entire battlefield, like a curtain of darkness.
Whether it was the demons fighting or the gods defending, all stopped, even the Ancient God Tyr stopped in shock and daze. Anyone that was on the battlefield obtained a single premonition from the sudden change in the world. Something had appeared…!
Cold wind echoed like a wailing of ghosts.
Wooosh. A wave of cold air covered the entire battlefield, reaching even Asgard. The wind had a rancid taste. Sometimes there would be ghostly sounds that would cause a person’s hair to stand up.
What is going on…?
This question by everyone…and so they turned…and saw…what Crocell had seen. All the hairs on their bodies stood up, their bodies trembled. Even the God Tyr, that was the strongest person found in this battlefield tarried and in a daze from the horrifying image he had seen.
... Behind the young boy with draconic scales, a translucent image could be seen, standing.
—a horrifying gigantic humanoid corpse, seemingly appearing like a blurry black skeleton, with webbed feet and glowing red eyes, peering from what looks like eye sockets. It was clad in black clouds and wind as it seemed to be embracing the young boy with black hair and draconic features, causing the wind and clouds to swirl around him, like a protective barrier--or probable, akin to that of a ghastly coat.
It’s not a Demon…nor was it a God…
All the people, whether they are Gods or Demons, realized this.
“This is…impossible…!”
The Ancient Asgardian War God; Tyr muttered in shock and panic, fear flashed across his eyes.
Many people who were near the War God notice his state and felt baffled as well as shock. What could make the Ancient War God feel fear like this…?
What is that…that could cause the War God to be in this state?
“Your Majesty, God Tyr…” Elena softly called out.
But the Ancient God seemed to have not heard her call. His gaze was fixed on the image behind the young boy, “Why is Býleistr…possessing one of the Primordial Great Old Ones… [The Wind-Walker] Ithaqua…?!” his murmur, although was soft was still heard by Elena and the others.
Great Old Ones? Ithaqua? They didn’t know what the Ancient God meant by it but it seems like it was some kind of primordial being…
“No…this shouldn’t be! The Great Old Ones had been sealed long ago never to be seen the light of day again! The Elder Gods and we have confirmed its authenticity…that seal that would never be broken. But...but, why is The Great Old One; Ithaqua…here?!”
“A, aa……!”
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Here and there, several weaker warriors, monsters, demons or gods that were looking up at the image suddenly fell to their knees on the ground.
The appearance of the evil god that ought to be feared, froze anyone with dread. That fear was beyond compare even with that time they saw the Demon Prince of Absolute Evil; Vergil or the Great Demon Prince of Greed Mammon, even the desire to live that was only natural for a living thing was erased from them.
If they could, they wanted their heart to just stop beating right now immediately.
Such wish was seriously floating in their hearts as they held an unshakeable conviction in their mind from that grotesque god’s appearance.
This thing, was absolutely not a person that was on their side, such conviction. This was an existence that was overflowing with absurd evilness, and malice that was hard to describe, to the degree that the imagination of diminutive Gods and Demons like them couldn’t reach, to the degree that even those demons called
“Child…you have eroded my patience…” A cold and malicious voice rang out from the image. “You dare hurt the child protected by me, do you want eternal damnation…?!”
The voice came out from Allen’s mouth, but the voice and tone were completely unlike Allen’s.
“Who are you?! HOW DARE YOU USE MY MASTER’S BODY…?!!!” Crocell who has awakened from her fear cried out in anger as she struggled to stand up. Her eyes blazed in anger and glared at the image behind her master. This strange and fearful being dared to possess her master's body--that is a very grave sin she couldn't forgive...!
“He he he,” a cold laughter. “Sitting on the Frozen Throne for countless millennia, I have many names…most given to me by many people. I am the Lich King, but also the Ruler of Borea…he he he…demon child, hurting the child I protect, do you fear cold and death…?”
“Guh…?!”
This powerful, untouchable and intimidating presence!!
Not even Gods could release pressure like this!
Creak! Suddenly, at this moment, a racking sound echoed as spider-like cracks appeared on Allen’s left arm.
“So this is the limit…huh,”
“You! Get out from the body of my master!!” Crocell madly rushed towards ‘Allen’.
“However, indeed, this body couldn’t contain me…” Allen muttered softly. “Better to do this fast, or else he would crumble…”
Then, Allen’s body flickered.
“…?!” Crocell’s eyes widened when a shadow suddenly appeared in her vision and before she could react, a heavy hit struck her abdomen. Crocell’s body was immediately flung against the big, cold and hard ice ground with a resounding "bang" then she fell slid back a few dozen meters before she stops, hitting an Icy pillar, limping like a doll...
*Puke——* Crocell’s head tilted to the side and she vomited a large pool of fresh blood.
Her sternum was broken...
He actually... broke it in one move... Crocell’s face was completely pale. She looked ahead anxiously and all she saw was Allen already rushing towards her. Crocell held her chest in agony; she knew very well how brutally this ‘monster’ fought "Master——" the Demon Duchess eyes widened in horror and she immediately jumped backward, wanting to create a distance while suppressing the pain.
Boooom! Ice beasts appeared on the ground and Ice shards floated in the air, all shot towards the incoming Allen. However, “Futile! Me, the ruler of the Frozen World, shalt never be hurt by Ice!”
“…?!!” Crocell’s eyes widened in shock as the Ice attacks she had launched broke into pieces before even coming in contact with Allen’s body. How could this be…?!
Faced with ‘Allen’s vengeful chase, Crocell did not let out an involuntary cry and hurriedly snapped out of her daze. She clenched her teeth and the Ice energy around her immediately covered her body, giving her strength and energy. When she recovered once again, Crocell’s speed clearly became quite a lot faster. However, how could Crocell, who was in a heavily wounded state, compare to an Evil God in terms of speed?
Allen’s figure turned into a black blur, appearing like a shadow following her body, appearing just behind her like a ghost. An indifferent voice along with a ferocious force suddenly smashed into Crocell’s back.
“This is payback for my child’s pain. Even if you are once his loyal servant, you shall be punished for inflicting him harm!!”
Baaaang!! the Demon Duchess body, which was moving backward, suddenly paused. That enormous force that was transmitted from her back directly caused Crocell’s body to lean forward and collapse.
Finally, she became like a rolling gourd that rolled over ten times before she forcefully stopped her rolling body with great difficulty. She wiped the blood trace from the corner of her mouth, lifted her pale face and eyed the black-robed young boy who was looking at her coldly. The latter had ceased chasing her and was throwing over an indifferent gaze. Crocell swallowed a mouthful of saliva that contained some blood. In so many years, this was the first time that she had been beaten to such a state by someone.
“Die as punishment…!” ‘Allen’ looks down on her from above. Then, with a wave of his hand, the icy ground beneath Crocell released countless spikes, stabbing through the Demon Duchess body.
“Guha—?!” Crocell spouted a mouthful of blood, coughing no-stop. A pool of blood appeared behind her as she felt losing her strength at a rapid pace.
Crack! Crack! Crocell raised her head with difficulty as she heard such noise. Descending slowly was her master, supposed to be… Looking closely, not only his arm but also his legs started showing some crack.
“Just…what are you…? What, what did you do to my master…?!” Crocell gritted her teeth in hatred.
“Hmph! Pathetic child…showing concern when you want to kill my child…?” A cold voice responded. “Well, in any case, I don’t have much time…so die as redemption,” after saying those words, the icy ground beneath Crocell opened up like a blossoming bud and swallowed her completely.
Allen watched indifferently until a glowing crimson orb of light came out. It hovered for a while before rapidly leaving. ‘Allen’ looks at it—it was the demon soul of Crocell. If destroyed it, although not completely died but it would take who knows how long to recover. However, ‘Allen’ didn’t do it… even if he wanted to, the current ‘Allen’ couldn’t do it anymore.
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In the air, ‘Allen’s black hair was softly tussling and his black coat was dyed with blood. Even though he was heavily injured, his normal grandeur did not at all lessened. Like a descended immortal that hadn't been seen for generations, his natural temperament was out of the world.
‘Allen’ coughed twice as fresh blood once again dyed his black coat. He appeared very fragile. But despite so, the feeling he gave others was not fatigue, he simply looked like a shining immortal that was in the center of the sky!
“Silly child…do you want to die in this battle…to avoid the coming decision of fate…? To even forcibly bind your soul in this kind of body…is this your own decision…? Can’t I say I approve it…” Allen sighs mournfully as the image of the Great Old One started to fade slowly. He raised his head and stared at the sky, his once glassy and soulless eyes seemed to be full of complicated emotions.
“To die in battle… indeed a great conclusion but…I have more liked it if you turned out to be a bit more selfish…I could have helped you, even more, my child…” ‘Allen’ sighs mournfully as the cold wind passed by him.
Allen, was his descendant, one of his most beloved descendants. When he was called Ymir, Allen's character was much like that of his own, causing him to become extremely attached to this boy who’s Fate had already abandoned him.
No, it should be said that even the Primordial Old Ones would not be able to change anything... the Fate of the Child whose entire life woven by Fate, affecting the entire Thousand Worlds, even this small fragment of his, Ithaqua wanted to be of much help... still, sadly...
The boy had decided...and so...
Then, finally the image of horrifying Ithaqua behind Allen completely faded and Allen’s body glowed brightly. The Frostmourne then appeared floating in front of Allen, as the latter slowly fell down. The bone-chilling and threatening aura dissipated instantly like he knew he was finally safe. His body left combat mode and relaxed instantly from being severely overworked.
“I shall accompany you until you are satisfied…my child…”
A soft fading voice echoed in the area as the Frostmourne trembled for a bit before slowly fading as well…
“Sol!!!”
Anxious cries could be heard accompanied by frantic footsteps.
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