Chapter 33: Frika the Accursed End (II)

Despite the burning flames, her Regeneration began to kick in, slowly restoring her health.

Odin, meanwhile, stood at 52%, his focus unwavering despite the toll the battle was taking on his body, to rub salt on the Frika the Accursed Ego's with his hand that hovered near his belt, where the feeling of a cool glass could be felt, he withdrew an Intermediate Health Potion.

Akin to a wine connoisseur, he swirled the crimson liquid before downing in a mouthful.

[ You have used an Intermediate Health Potion. The user will recover 2,500 Health.]

Until now, Frika's growing confidence from seeing Odin masked hurt was an illusion.

He didn't allow his chance to be discarded, so he surged forward, activating his Swift Charge that also suffered an Evolution, turning into Blazing Charge.

Frika, a true coward, attempted casting another Black Magic Barrier, feeling that she would be in deep trouble if she allowed Odin to hit her flush.

The ground seemed to scorch under his swift advance, and the air around him shimmered with heat.

His Blade Dash, enhanced by the blazing power of Inferno's Embrace, boosted his movement speed beyond what Frika could counter. In a split second, he closed the gap between them. Upon reaching her, Odin crashed into her monstrous body with explosive force.

[You have dealt 2,824 damage to the target]

He was quicker than Frika's casting speed, which proved to be dividends.

The impact of the Blazing Charge was enough to send shockwaves through Frika's body, but it wasn't just the damage that took her by surprise.

As the Blazing Charge connected, a fire ignited her robes and skin, triggering the Burning Debuff, causing her to take 155 HP/s for 6 seconds. Odin watched with grim satisfaction as flames began to consume her yet again.

What's more, the Blazing Charge even caused Frika to get stunned for 1.5 seconds. The evolution of the pathetic, common, but again, reliable Swift Charge that could only stun for 0.5 seconds and that with a 50% chance was a game changer.

He had enough time to chain the following attacks, as he used Horizon Slash, which evolved into Infernal Horizon,

Odin unleashed a wide arc of molten energy with a swift, powerful sweep of his blade. The fiery slash carved through the air, a wave of searing heat trailing behind it.

As the molten arc sliced through Frika, her entire body was engulfed in flame.

[You have dealt 4,190 damage to the target]

The slash not only dealt a substantial hit but also left burning trails on the battlefield, adding another layer of DoT to Frika. The Infernal Horizon ignited everything it touched, setting the air alight as it cut through her already battered defenses.

Flames crackled and hissed as they ate away at Frika's trollish flesh, leaving blackened scorch marks where the molten energy had passed.

Her regeneration struggled to keep up with the relentless barrage of fire-based attacks Odin unleashed.

Before the Stun was lifted off Frika, who was burning continuously, Odin activated his Rapid Assault, which evolved into Infernal Flurry. Each rapid strike ignites the target, causing intense heat buildup that culminates in an explosive finish.

The first blow ignited her even further, dealing 2,180 damage as the searing flames intensified around her body.

[You have dealt 2,180 damage to the target]

A second slash tore through her, stacking the Searing Flames Debuff, a powerful new debuff that caused her to take escalating DoT with each strike.

[You have dealt 2,248 damage to the target. You have triggered the 'Searing Flames' Stacks (x2). Once all stacks are build-up, it will cause additional damage.]

The third hit followed immediately, landing with the force of an explosion, dealing 3,114 damage, and pushing her regeneration to its limits.

[You have dealt 3,114 damage to the target. You have triggered the 'Searing Flames' Stacks (x3). Once all stacks are build-up, it will cause additional damage.]

By the time the fourth strike was about to land, Frika's HP was rapidly plummeting. Odin's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he finished the Infernal Flurry, ready to see what this 'Searing Flames' Stack was all about since there were already 3 of them.

Unfortunately for Odin, Frika freed herself from the lengthy Stun, and after suffering the Inferno unleashed by Odin, with her body still burning, she entered an Enraged State.

Instead of preserving her life by evading a clash with Odin, she started casting her Black Magic without considering her Mana. She recklessly tapped into the reserves of her mana.

Shadows curled at her fingertips as she began casting a barrage of Black Magic Spells without regard for her dwindling life force.

"I will rip your soul from your wretched body and bind it to the Abyss!"

'Uh-huh. Ironic saying that, since I'm immortal.'

Dark energy flared from her staff, unleashing a barrage of shadowy projectiles.

But Odin was ready. His instincts were sharp, and his reflexes even sharper. With a swift movement, he activated Stalwart Parry, which had evolved into the far more potent Flame Guard.

Soulrend ignited in his grip, its blade glowing with molten heat as he brought it up to intercept the oncoming magical assault.

Dark energy clashed with the burning flames of Soulrend, but Odin's mastery of the parry was flawless.

Flame Guard absorbed 80% of the incoming damage, and the flames wrapped around his blade and surged forward in retaliation, reflecting the spell at Frika.

[You have reflected the Dark Missile, dealing 1520 + (350 fire) damage.]

Frika screamed as her own dark magic rebounded upon her.

Her trollish body convulsed as the flames intensified, and her Regeneration worked frantically to heal the constant burn wounds, wounds that the Burning Debuff was worsening.

It was the perfect counter to her regenerative powers, eating away at her health faster than she could recover.

Enraged and desperate, Frika unleashed another flurry of dark spells. Shadow bolts, necrotic chains, and waves of black energy flooded the space, forcing Odin to remain on the defensive.

But with Flame Guard, Odin deflected several more attacks, each one causing her to suffer more from her own dark magic.

Yet even as she continued to take damage, Frika's eyes murderously.

"You think yourself clever, human! But now, you will learn what true despair feels like!" Frika bellowed, her voice thick with venom.

She raised her staff high into the air, her voice rising into a shriek as she began to chant in the twisted, harsh language of the Trolls.

"Shaga'nak vo'truk, khraal vok'nar!"

"Mok'ta zol'bak, urgaz chak'nal thra'tor!"

The air around her darkened, and the ground beneath Odin's feet began to tremble. Shadowy tendrils erupted from the earth, swirling and coiling like the limbs of some ancient, unspeakable creature.

'Her Ultimate Skill, I assume?'

Frika was indeed preparing to cast her ultimate spell, the Ritual of Despair, since she had reached lower than 40% HP.

Odin was pushed by a wave of dark magic. Even if he was immune to knockbacks and other forms of crowd control, he could feel the dark magic around the Troll Shaman intensifying.

She slammed her staff into the ground, causing the chamber to rumble violently. The shadows around her grew denser, and a ring of dark energy formed at her feet. The tendrils multiplied, stretching out toward Odin with terrifying speed.

"Feel the cold grasp of the Abyss, mortal!" Frika roared. "Let it tear you apart, piece by piece, until there's nothing left!"

'Uh-huh.'

Odin's eyes narrowed as he was attacked from multiple angles by the shadowy tendrils generated by this Ritual of Despair, but he was constantly moving as his eyes flashed with a crimson glow, analyzing each weak and blind spot of this spell.

Nevertheless, after she activated the Ritual of Despair, the information related to this spell was revealed to his Sovereign Insight. He saw through Frika's spell.

Once completed, Ritual of Despair would make her invulnerable while summoning an army of shadowy tendrils to immobilize and drain her enemies, granting her a massive shield that absorbed 50% of her maximum HP as damage for the next 30 seconds.

The tendrils shot forward, wrapping around Odin's arms and legs with terrifying speed. Their icy touch burned against his skin, each siphoning his vitality and dealing heavy shadow damage over time. The pressure was immense, and Odin's movements became sluggish as the dark magic constricted him further.

[You are immobilized.]

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[You are taking 260-350 HP/s from the Ritual of Despair tendrils.]

Frika's grotesque form hovered within the dark ritual's circle, her body now untouchable. The shadowy tendrils lashed out at Odin, each strike draining more of his life force, making it nearly impossible for him to close the distance between them.

"Struggle all you want!"

[You have resisted the immobilization..]

"In a matter of moments, I will be restored, and you will be nothing but dust beneath my feet!"

So it wasn't only Odin who could heal up.

She had a malicious grin spreading across her twisted face as her wounds slowly healed, thanks to Odin's assistance.

The hits were also far stronger than the Soul Drain and the decaying of the Necrotic Totem.

Odin danced around the tendrils, evading where he could, but the pressure was immense. His HP in those moments was draining like a clogged pipe. Too fast, too soon.

He needed to stop this ritual, but his job was harder because she entered this invulnerable. But then, a bright idea came up as he danced around the tendrils, but with the difficulty of the dance that could make even the most popular K-Pop Idol cry in shame.

'I don't have any skills with knockbacks except Swift Charge, but since she's in an invulnerable state I can't do jack.'

'Ahh, Tempest had that second sword movement with the pull effect. If I use the wind, it might be counted as an environmental casualty, by-passing the invulnerable state.'

He could use the Tempest Sword, second sword movement, Wind Pull. There wasn't time for him to run and churn this idea in his mind and just went all-out.

Odin surged forward, dodging and weaving through the onslaught, but the hits landed harder and faster, his health dipping down to a dangerous 48%.

'Tempest Sword. Wind Pull'

[User has consumed 350 MP]

Gathering his strength, he activated Wind Pull, feeling the energy surge through Soulrend. However, the Blessing of Fire from Inferno's Embrace twisted the technique into Firestorm Pull.

Odin swung Soulrend, the flames dancing along its edge, igniting the air. A powerful fire vortex erupted, pulling everything within range toward him with a burning intensity.

Frika cackled, confident that her invulnerable state would hold… until, to her horror, she felt herself yanked from the protective state of her Ritual of Despair.

[You have dealt 3,114 damage to the target.]

Her cackling stopped as she was forcibly dragged through the fire vortex, her connection to the ritual shattered. Only three seconds remained before she would have gained a temporary magic barrier equal in strength to her previous Black Magic Barrier, but Odin's timing had been flawless.

Frika screamed, her voice venomous with rage, "You miserable insect! You dare to meddle in my magic?! I will rip the very soul from your bones!"

Odin's response was a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction.

'Go cry me a river.'

He instantly closed the distance, grabbing the Troll Shaman by her throat.

Frika's eyes widened in shock as his grip tightened, and with a grunt of effort, Odin slammed her into the ground.

[You have dealt 1,352 damage to the target.]

The impact sent tremors through the earth, and for a moment, Frika's magic faltered, her body writhing in pain.

Using this momentum swing, Odin activated his Blazing Charge, but she wasn't done annoying Odin with her spells. Desperately, Frika summoned a Demonic Imp, its shrill cackle echoing through the battlefield as it materialized.

The creature immediately taunted Odin, drawing his attention away from the Shaman with its shrieks, and ironically for the 'Chosen One' the Taunt worked even against a Legendary Class.

It even attempted to cast a fear spell on him, but Odin, as a Legendary Class, was immune to such pathetic attempts. The fear washed over him like water over stone.

[A legend doesn't succumb to curses easily.]

[You have resisted all the abnormal conditions.]

"Pathetic," Odin muttered, his voice low and dark.

Stunning the Imp while Frika was running toward Dazan, abandoning the fight against him to save her sorry ass, Odin didn't allow this. He took out one of Mustard's Magic Bombs and threw it in Frika's path, predicting where she would be the moment she stepped there.

As the bomb flew through the air, his attention shifted momentarily to the Imp that still lingered, its grotesque form twitching as if planning one final desperate attack.

Before the Imp could cast another spell, Odin's sword slashed through the air, igniting the small creature in an inferno of flames. Then without hesitation, Odin unleashed Volcanic Strike, Soulrend igniting as it cleaved through the demon, sending it back to whatever hell it came from.

[You have slain the Demonic Imp (Normal), gaining the following rewards: 58,750 EXP, Demonic Heart Shard (Rare), Abyssal Eye (Rare), Voucher: Entry to Gates of Hell, Weapon Enhancement Stone ×3, 18 Gold Coins]

He dismissed the rewards from the Demonic Imp, not putting them before his eyes, and just dashed to Frika, who screamed like a banshee as she got knocked down by the impact of the bomb.

Dazan, who got closer to killing Purphoros and Malfurion, spared a look to Frika, annoyed by her banshee scream, and his eyes instantly flashed with a serious, murderous look when he noticed Odin's new look as he was wearing the Infernal Cloak of the Inferno's Embrace.

He kicked Purphoros's stomach, slashing with his sword at Malfurion, who was in a Bear Form.

Dazan wanted to save Frika since she was an asset of the Black Wolves Clan, but Elyse, huffing and puffing as her MP gauge got almost depleted from this encounter, saw him shift aggro toward Odin.

"No, you will not approach our Master. Fire Wall!"

The flames roared in response, rising high between Dazan and Odin. With this, Elyse cut the path toward Frika for Dazan and, by extension, blocked him from attacking Odin, who was charging at the Troll Shaman akin to a Wraith.

Dazan's lips curled into a sneer. "Human swine, you will regret standing in my way."

"Go fuck yourself, ugly ass, goblin. Now I understand why the Master wants to kill all of your race. You're nothing but parasites to the World."

For a moment, Dazan was silent, processing her words.

Then, suddenly, he started laughing, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down Elyse's spine.

But his laughter quickly turned into a low, dangerous growl, and his eyes darkened, radiating hatred. "You filthy human bitch... I'll make you my breeding swine, pathetic mage. I'll r@pe you right in front of your precious Master until you conceive my child."

Elyse's stomach churned with disgust, but she smirked, masking her revulsion. "Aha, good luck with that. Goblin shit like you, can't even get into my Master's eyes. You rats are lucky because he lost his powers. If it was the Godly Odin from one week ago, he wouldn't even need 10 seconds to wipe the floor with you."

Dazan's sneer faltered slightly at the mention of Odin's power, but a wicked grin quickly replaced it.

"That Knight? I give him that, he's far stronger than all of you humans. By far the strongest human I have faced in my life. But, I heard that there exists Knights, called Red Knights. I'm looking forward to facing one of them, not some insignificant human."

Elyse rolled her eyes. "Haha, not worth talking with you, assface."

Dazan surged toward Elyse, holding onto his sword and wanting to incapacitate her, but along the way, Entangling Roots sprung from the ground, trapping his legs. He turned toward Malfurion, who reverted to his Humanoid form, holding his Druid Staff to the ground, as green mana exuded out from the staff and his body.

"Mother Earth, give me strength to last one more minute," Malfurion muttered, beads of sweat rolling down his face as he concentrated on maintaining the spell.

Meanwhile, Purphoros, having recovered from Dazan's earlier kick, reached into his inventory and chugged one of his Advanced Health Potions, restoring 4,500 HP in a single gulp.

His wounds rapidly closed, and with a grin that could only be described as lunatic, he roared with renewed strength and charged at Dazan like some Spartan Hero, using the reliable Swift Charge that any Warrior Class could buy from a Trainer.

On contact, he used Shield Slam, one of his Guardian Knight skills, which he bought with his older brother's gold.

"Motherfucking, green rat. You think you can past me, just because you sneaked that kick on me? You'll have to KILL ME!"

"Alright," Dazan snarled, eyes flashing with deadly intent. "This is what I will do."

He turned his gaze toward Frika, his voice cold and devoid of care. "Frika, you failed your mission. Skraag will never forgive you."

Frika screamed in terror from across the battlefield, still grappling with Odin. "NOOO, help me, Great Lord Dazan!"

But Dazan ignored her as if she was no longer of consequence. His focus was now on the enemies before him, especially Odin.

Frika, panicking, tried to siphon more of Odin's life force with Soul Siphon to heal herself, but her mana reserves were nearly depleted. She could only hold the spell for a brief two seconds before collapsing, completely drained of magic.

It was when Odin appeared next to her, wielding his flaming sword.

"Finally out of MP, you annoying bitch? Then, go to hell or Skraag, for all I care."

She could feel her end nearing, and as Odin raised his sword high, she realized there was no escape.

'Infernal Flurry'

[User has consumed 50 MP]

With a swift motion, Odin activated Infernal Flurry, his form blurring as he delivered rapid, precise strikes. The first slash ignited her even further, dealing 2,580 damage as her charred skin hissed and cracked under the intense heat.

[You have dealt 2,580 damage to the target]

Another slash followed immediately, the force of the attack brutal, stacking the Searing Flames' debuff as the intense heat from his blade burned deeper into her flesh.

[You have dealt 2,448 damage to the target. You have triggered the 'Searing Flames' Stacks (x5). Once all stacks are built up, they will cause additional damage.]

When the final strike landed with devastating power, and as it did, Odin could feel the Searing Flames stacks reach their maximum. (x5). With a wicked grin, he watched as the fiery debuff triggered a massive explosion around Frika.

The explosion was immediate and violent.

Flames engulfed her form, erupting in a roaring blaze that dealt a staggering 300% fire damage, blasting her charred body backward. The force of the explosion sent a shockwave through the air, and even nearby debris and enemies within a 3-meter radius were caught in the fiery aftermath.

[Critical Hit!]

[ You have dealt 9,450 fire damage to the target. Searing Flames (x5) triggered: You have dealt 3,000 splash damage to enemies within range.]

She managed to remain standing…barely.

[Troll Matriarch Shaman - Frika the Accursed - LV.120](Field-Boss) (3,455/25,225 HP)

"You… filthy human... Skraag will... never forgive you! I will return... from the depths of death... to haunt you!" Her voice was weak, but the venom in her words was unmistakable.

Odin sneered. "You've been nothing but a nuisance. Time to end this."

Saying that he activated Combustive Strike, channeling the molten energy of his flaming blade for one final blow.

The sword ignited, glowing with a white-hot intensity as Odin thrust it forward, aiming straight for her heart.

The strike pierced through her chest while the flames exploded from the wound.

[Critical Hit!]

[You have dealt 10,622 fire damage to the target.]

The sound of the impact was deafening, and Frika's scream filled the chamber. Her grotesque form shattered under the intensity of the flames, her skin cracking and disintegrating like burnt paper.

The explosion of fire consumed her entirely, leaving nothing but ash in its wake.

As her body began to crumble, Frika's voice rang out one final time, filled with hatred and malice.

"Dazan... you... worthless... coward... I curse you... I curse... you both...!" Her voice dissolved into nothingness as the last remnants of her existence faded into the air, leaving only the smoldering ruins of her form on the battlefield.

Odin stood over the pile of ash that had once been Frika the Accursed, taking a small glance at the rewards as he got reinvigorated by the level-up.

[You have slain the 'Frika the Accursed' gaining the following rewards: 950,000 EXP, Staff of Soul Reaping (Unique), Frika's Ritual Blade (Epic), Necrotic Ritual Robes (Epic), Shard of Dark Power (Epic), Ring of Dark Covenants (Epic), Weapon Enhancement Stone ×5, Armor Enhancement Stone ×5, Skill Book: Regeneration, Skill Book: Dark Infusion, 268 Gold Coins]

[You have leveled up!]

[You have leveled up!]

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[You have leveled up! Congratulations on reaching level 85.]

Odin wiped the sweat from his brow, tightening his grip on Soulrend, ready to rejoin the battle.

"One down. Time for the goblin pig to die."