Dungeon of Niflheim

472 Chapter 472: Duelling the cyclops (4)

“[Sky fall]” Frost while floating above the cyclops and staring down upon its massive eye reeled back his glaive and activated his advanced glaive skill [sky fall].

As he spoke the name, energy was swiftly drawn from his body, wrapping around his glaive to copy its form before spreading outwards in the four cardinal directions. An additional four glaives almost identical to the corporal one Frost wielded appeared around it, their blades poised to penetrate the cyclops’s eye with deadly precision.

The moment the four glaives were fully formed Frost’s right arm tensed, his arm muscles growing several sizes as he started to thrust downward.

The air before the five glaives howled as it was suddenly penetrated, a minor sonic boom erupting as Frost’s thrusting speed threatened to break the sound barrier.

The cyclops was powerless to stop what was about to happen. Its use of the eye beam prevented it from even closing its eyelid, its last line of defence – a several centimetre thick piece of flesh that could parry most half assed blows.

The sudden change in position and sudden attack were far too much for it to deal with and even fathom.

Time seemed to slow down for the cyclops as a deathly pressure wrapped round its heart and whispered in its ear filling it with dread.

It watched in fear as the five glaives grew closer and closer to its unprotected eye, powerless to stop it.

Squealch!!!

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The five glaives viciously stabbed into the cyclops’s massive eye causing bits of it to blow apart and decorate the battlefield. A gruesome sound escaped as they penetrated the strange substance and continued to dig even deeper, swiftly reaching the back of the eye almost into the monster’s brain.

A heart rending, animalistic scream erupted from the cyclops as Frost’s glaive pierced its eye and threatened to continue deeper. No amount of rage induced state could repress such immense pain and fear.

The four energy formed glaives vanished once they reached a protective wall, leaving just the 3 star glaive lodged so deep that less than half the shaft was visible.

Frost’s ears were shaken by the loud scream and his attire was caked in bits of cyclops eye, but he ignored them all and continued to push his glaive deeper, determined to kill the cyclops before his time ran out.

“Argghhhhhhhh!” Frost roared out as he gave his thrust a second wind. This wall of protection was all that was separating his glaive from the cyclops’s brain.

With the second thrust his glaive pushed its way through the protective wall at the back of the eye and pierced the monster’s brain causing its body to visible tremble and its screams to become even louder.

The cyclops in its frantic state started flailing around in an attempt to throw Frost off its body but it was too late.

With the brain now reached Frost unleased his chakra flames without restraint swiftly enveloping it in fire, flash freezing the vulnerable organ and causing devasting damage.

The result was almost instant, the cyclops stopped flailing and its limbs lost their strength, its massive club fell to the ground and its organs started shutting down.

However Frost didn’t get a chance to enjoy his hard won victory.

Booooooommmmm!!!!!

Without any warning Frost was hit in the side by an immense force. His chakra armour shattered instantly, and the armour Daki made him cracked as it attempted to absorb the blow. The remaining force smashed into his ribs, breaking three of them and catapulting his body off the cyclops. He couldn’t even keep his grip on his glaive as his body was shot through the air.

The sudden change was a complete shock, Frost a moment ago was dealing the final blow to the mighty cyclops but now his body was harshly skipping across the ground, leaving deep divots after each bounce.

When his momentum finally died down his body was in a right state.

“Cough! Cough!” Frost violently coughed up blood and a pained look adorned his face as he looked down at his injured side. A large imprint of a fist could been seen, and his ribs were partially exposed, a serious injury.

With difficulty he removed a mid-level health potion from his storage ring and glugged down its contents. The concoction immediately getting to work in healing his wounds and numbing the intense pain that made even breathing torture.

Other than the major wound caused by the fist the ground he skidded across caused many other areas to be cut up and bruised while a couple fingers on his right hand were broken from attempting to hold onto his glaive.

After getting his bearings and taking the mid-level health potion Frost finally looked towards his original position. He had a good idea of who attacked him, but he had to be sure.

In the distance he saw the cyclops in the same position and his glaive sticking out of its eye at a slight angle but no sign of his aggressor. A sense of danger rippled in his heart, and he harshly turned around with his left fist ready to punch out.

Thankfully however it wasn’t an enemy.

“Frost are you alright?” Hamon appeared by his side with a concerned expression.

“Yeah, broken ribs, a few cuts and bruises as well a couple broken fingers, but I’ve already taken a potion.” The armour he wore really saved him, limiting the damage to just broken ribs and not shattered ones which would need much longer to heal.

“What happened?” He asked in confusion before hearing a woman scream from another area.

“Sorry gotta go can’t let him get off scott free.” Hamon’s face which showed concern quickly changed to one of anger and aggression before his form vanished as quickly as he arrived.

Frost understood and watched the situation from afar, letting his wounds heal.

“Squad leader.” Bagua one of the C-rank adventurers assigned under Frost as well as the one who led the adventurers during the “new dawn” operation came up behind him.

“I’ll guard you until you’re ready to move.” Bagua stated before setting up beside Frost, his eyes watching for any sign of an attack. Frost smiled and let himself relax a little and watch the situation unfold as the potion did its job.

He had guessed right; it was the eldest rindar who attacked him. The moment he got the jump on the cyclops the rindar moved to attack in earnest regardless of the risk, he couldn’t risk losing the cyclops especially to Frost. However despite his quick actions he was still too slow, the cyclops was already dead on its feet the moment he arrived.

Though filled with fury towards Frost he couldn’t chase after him, a single surprise blow was all he could do before dashing away to the next battle site.

The sound of the monster drums began resounding throughout the battlefield as Frost bounced across the ground, signalling the remainder of the horde to retreat behind the treeline.

The eldest rindar didn’t want to get bogged down in a fight with Hamon so he quickly made moves to free the other B-ranks and deal some last minute damage.

After smashing Frost with an aura infused fist and checking the state of the cyclops he moved towards Halgrave’s team who were up against his second brother.

One of the woman in his team was punched like Frost was and sent barrelling through the air with heavy injuries then he and his younger sibling pushed back Halgrave before he moved once again this time to aid his youngest brother. The others didn’t matter as much, and the B-rank poison herald could handle himself when it came to quick retreats.

However when he finally made his move against Maggie’s team to help out the B-rank ogre Hamon had caught up and wasn’t letting him go.

A violent battle happened between the two with the rindar clearly on the losing side despite Hamon expending his stamina for the past couple hours.

Eventually the B-rank poison herald and the second rindar moved to aid their commander allowing him to escape but there was a cost. The eldest rindar lost another arm and had a couple ribs broken while the second rindar lost an eye and broke his left femur. The poison herald appeared to be the least damaged externally but a fierce combo from Hamon devasted his organs causing him to cough up a serious amount of blood. And without the eldest rindar’s aid Maggie was able to take down the B-rank ogre. The three monsters made their escape shortly after that, not wanting to tangle with Hamon and her.

Of course facing off against three B-rank adversaries by himself was no easy task, Hamon ended up with more than a few injuries and needed to seek treatment from their resident healer Gilianna.

Once the two rindars and poison herald retreated behind the treeline with the remaining B-ranks and fractured horde Maggie and another one of her squad helped carry Hamon back to behind the wall for treatment.

Bagua did the same for Frost which he was most appreciative of.

The officer meeting after this wave had quite a despairing pall over it. Several dozen losses among the frontline, further loss of the frost wolf cavalry, serious injuries among their Majors and elite fighters and most of all their commander came back injured and poisoned.

Hamon sat on a medical bed while Gilianna attended to him with a condemning look, and several tongue clicks. She shouldn’t have to be spending her time healing the two commanders, they were supposed to only enter the field under the most dire of circumstances and or when fighting the leader of the stampede yet here she was healing both of them just several days into the late stages.

Hamon could only silently listen to her grumbling and complaints.