Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Chapter 503.1: Time to Die (1)

Glacier Creator was a terrifying existence.

In the writings left behind by disappeared ancient civilizations, it was described to be a destroyer that buried everything under an unyielding encasement of ice. Even amongst the Six Calamities, it was one of the hardest ones to deal with.

The ability that Roel had gained from absorbing Glacier Creator’s egg, Glacial Touch, showcased that.

The warriors on the ground stared with bulging eyes as Grandar’s humongous body was consumed by frost. They couldn’t comprehend why Roel had directed his deadly frost aura at his own contracted ancient god. Some even wondered if he had gone mad.

In the sky, Flooding Death let out yet another shrill cry. It stared at Roel with glowing eyes and its body began to billow in unease.

It knew that Roel’s frost aura was a high-order power that could threaten even the gods, which was why it couldn’t understand why he was using it against Grandar. The incomprehensibility of the situation unnerved it. While warily eyeing Roel, it began to spread out its curses.

On the other hand, the edges of Roel’s lips inched upward.

He was aware that many would have deemed his goal of killing Flooding Death to be impractical, but he personally didn’t think that it was impossible. There was a simple way to achieve that, and that was to simply overwhelm the monster.

No matter how formidable Flooding Death was, it was unable to escape unscathed from the abilities of the other Six Calamities. That was why Roel had sealed off the area with his pale yellow wind to force out a decisive fight between the two of them.

At first glance, this was no different from the situation Flooding Death was trying to force out, but there was a subtle but crucial difference here—the one who was going to fight with the power of the Crown’s Stones wasn’t Roel but the fearless Giant Sovereign.

Amidst the flurry of frost aura, Roel raised his palm and manifested his Crown Origin Attribute. The raging night wind tugged at it and dissipated it into the frost. Moments later, an explosive burst of mana gushed out from the frost, forming a thick silvery fog.

The silvery fog started to revolve around the humongous skeleton giant like a tornado, looking as if something was metamorphosing from within. However, Roel wasn’t content with just that and continued channeling his mana. Slowly, the golden crown fragments took on a blood-red color.

It was common for magicians to augment their spells with their own blood, but it was an insane act for Roel considering his current state. The loss of his blood made his pale face look even more sickly. It would come as no surprise to no one if he crumbled right now.

Despite that, his eyes grew increasingly sharper.

His weakening state further enhanced the effect of Being Toward Death, granting him a second burst of power. The sheer concentration of mana around Roel induced the apprehension of Flooding Death. It instinctively understood that whatever Roel was up to would likely pose a huge threat to it.

Thus, it made its move too.

Flooding Death let loose a high-pitched roar that instilled fear in all living beings beneath the black sky. Then, the entire ‘sky’ began descending upon Roel. The sheer mass of curses falling from the sky looked as if the world was crumbling on them.

The warriors from afar yelled in horror, but Roel, who was at the heart of the catastrophe, stood unfazed. He closed his eyes, and crimson light and frost aura began simultaneously emerging from his body, intertwining together.

Right as the colossal mass of curses was about to reach him, a frost-covered skeletal arm suddenly shot out of the silvery fog and firmly held it back. At the same time, Roel opened his eyes and revealed a faint smile.

The silvery fog slowly faded and Grandar emerged from within.

Ice crystals swirled around him. The dense frost aura that had encased him earlier was now his armor, and a blood-red crown glowed vibrantly on his head. He looked completely different from before.

Grandar lowered his head and met eyes with the smiling Roel. He noticed the scent of blood in the air, but he didn’t say a word about it, only clenching his fists tightly. The ancient monster he was clutching onto roared even more frenziedly.

Seeing that, Roel knew that his experiment was a success.

While the Crown’s Stones and Kingmaker Bloodline were both his abilities, they were unique powers operating under separate systems.

His contracts with Grandar and the other ancient gods stemmed from his bloodline, whereas Glacial Touch and Time Devourer originated from the Six Calamities. He had always avoided using these two powers simultaneously because he knew that the powers of the Six Calamities would hurt the ancient gods too.

However, there was a point of commonality between the two powers—Roel himself.

The powers harnessed within the Crown’s Stones were so strong that they could strike fear in the hearts of gods, but they would never hurt their own master. This was the trait that Roel had exploited to combine the two powers together.

The crown fragment was an ability derived from the Crown Origin Attribute that manifested the past glory of the ancient gods to return them their crowns, thus empowering them beyond their current limits. This time around, Roel had used his own blood as a medium for the spell.

He had channeled his mana through his blood to forge the crown fragments, which was the reason behind their blood-red color. The infusion of his blood bestowed upon the ancient gods an additional buff—insusceptibility to the power of the Crown’s Stone.

This allowed Grandar to move freely even when he was fully cladded in Glacier Creator’s frost aura. This new armor was not just a gimmick; it made all the difference in the world to this battle, for it protected him from Flooding Death’s curse and allowed him to attack without any restraints.

With a single punch, Grandar sent frost aura gushing up the sky, encasing the humongous mass of curses with a thick layer of ice.

Flooding Death shrieked in fury.

Its severely distorted silhouette reflected its horror at the situation. Unwilling to believe that it was being outdone, it retracted every last bit of its unfrozen curses and mashed them tightly together before bursting it into a deadly cursed rain.

Grandar’s eyes glowed sharply against the downpour. He gathered the antithetical powers of crimson flames and frost together on his fist and released them upward with a powerful punch.

Every last bit of curses that came into contact with the rising pillar of silvery frost aura was instantaneously encased in a layer of ice, including Flooding Death’s humongous main body in the sky. What followed right after was Grandar’s monstrously powerful punch. It plunged straight into Flooding Death’s main body, inducing a piercing cry of agony from the latter.

The frozen portions of Flooding Death’s humongous body shattered into countless black ice bits that slowly dissipated into thin air.

Horrified, Flooding Death gathered its unfrozen remnants and attempted to escape from the frost aura, but it was futile. Roel had already begun narrowing the pale yellow wind barrier he had constructed at the start of the battle. The space it could maneuver in was swiftly shrinking.

Flooding Death realized that it was in a desperate position.

So, it converged the expansive black mass it had spread across the sky and compacted it into something resembling a black comet. Its relinquishing of the night sky allowed the stars and the moon to reappear, but what caught the crowd’s attention more was how the black comet had started plummeting from the sky.