One hundred thousand barbaric frost giants clashed against the thirty thousand frost giant army, and in an instant, over a thousand frost giants perished, most of them the barbaric ones. In a war where the individual strengths of both sides were similar, the deciding factors were numbers, equipment, and coordination.
Muria's frost giants were fully armed, while describing the barbaric frost giants as unarmed was quite fitting. The hastily constructed icy iron wall was breached instantly, but that was as far as the barbaric frost giants could go. Their charge had been halted, and now they faced slaughter.
"Throw!" The frost giant commander issued a new order. The frost giants in the center of the formation reached for small hand axes, their icy power coalescing on them, transforming them into larger ice battle axes. They then hurled them with all their might.
Whoosh! Nearly ten thousand small ice axes spun through the air, leaving perfect arcs in the blizzard, tracing the path of death. They fell among the barbaric frost giants, followed by cries of pain, and agonized screams before death.
One wave of axe attacks followed another. Under the barrage of nearly ten thousand frost giants' throwing axes, the barbaric frost giants suffered enormous casualties. Pitting flesh and blood against steel, barbarism against civilization, the barbaric frost giants were utterly defeated.
Adult frost giants only possessed silver-level strength, with only a few exceptionally outstanding individuals breaking through to gold-level without external aid. Thus, on this battlefield, most frost giants were silver-level.
"Roar! Damn traitors!"
"Traitors deserve to die!"
The massive casualties among the barbaric silver-level frost giants enraged the gold-level ones with flying abilities. These elite frost giants took to the skies, wielding their frost powers to form ice armor and weapons as hard as steel, launching a charge against the frost giant army.
They had identified the giants' army's advantage. In times of food shortages, powerful frost giants would band together and raid human territories, and humans liked to use such legion tactics. However, the effect of giant formations was entirely different from that of human formations.
Gold-level frost giants had the strength to tear through steel with their hands. When they launched a collective charge, ordinary silver-level giants couldn't stand against them. But soon, gold-level frost giants from the giants' army appeared to counter them.
However, their numbers were far fewer than the barbaric gold-level frost giants. Their only advantage was having more sophisticated rune equipment, allowing them to fight one against two or even one against three, barely holding off the assault.
On this icy battlefield, the sounds of steel clashing echoed incessantly. The wails and cries of dying giants reverberated as frost giants fell under their compatriots' weapons, blood soaking the ground...
In a place unseen by ordinary frost giants, high above in the void, a godly battle was brewing.
"You three have brought shame upon us gods by obeying a mere legend," a mocking voice echoed in the dark void.
"A mere legend? That's a Titan. Stop talking nonsense; none of you dare to strike against him," the frost wolf god scoffed.
"So you've decided to oppose us?"
"Of course," the snow leopard god responded proudly before the frost crow and frost wolf could speak.
Despite being oppressed by over ten frost gods, led by the Winter Maiden Auriel, the snow leopard god showed no fear. Auriel, a lesser god who sold herself yet was still bullied by her superior, was of no concern.
"Do you wish for death?" A frost giant god asked coldly.
"Is it you who wishes for death? Can't you see the situation?" The frost crow spread its wings in the void, revealing its most powerful combat form.
"Don't tell me you don't recognize those two down there? Do you not understand the power behind them?"
"Titan, metallic dragon clan, and celestial angels—can you stand against these behemoths?"
"They don't represent their factions, they're merely of those races. To think we'd bow to them, dream on!"
"They're too weak. For you to submit to them at this level is pathetic."
"It's not submission, it's cooperation," the snow leopard god growled, maintaining its dignity as a god.
"How is this any different from submission?"
"Enough talk, let's fight!"
"Afraid to strike a Titan, but willing to attack us? Cowards!"
"We simply don't want to provoke those epics. A mere legend can be easily slain by any of our avatars."
"Sounds impressive. Why don't you descend and kill him? End it all, he's the source of this conflict. Kill him, and it's over."
"Hmph!" The human-shaped god snorted coldly, refusing to respond. Killing a Titan was foolish; they were already walking a fine line by manifesting divine power and splitting their divinity.
...
"Has the godly battle started?" Muria, while holding off five legends, looked up at the sky. He sensed intense divine power fluctuations. He had no hope for the three gods; with over ten gods against them, they were lucky to survive, let alone help him. Expecting more would be too much.
The wind howled, a two-hundred-kilometer-per-hour gale mixed with thunder and hail, raging like swords, spears, and axes.
Muria observed his five opponents: three legendary frost giants, a massive ice dragon, and an enormous glacier serpent, both of whose eyes glowed with divine light.
"I might have been too confident!" Muria laughed heartily. Among these five legends, the weakest was at Legendary Rank 4, and the strongest was the seemingly ordinary but enormous serpent at Legendary Rank 7.
As for the dragon, it had clearly allied with a god, who generously granted it divine power—something it could never get from the chromatic dragons.
"Let's continue!" Muria held his Halberd of Hell in his left hand and his Battle Axes in his right. He felt immense pressure fighting five legends simultaneously, but this made his blood boil.
"Arrogant Titan, if your father were here, maybe..."
"My father?" Muria laughed. "If my father were here, you'd be running away. You should feel proud to fight me now. Surviving this will be a story to boast about to your descendants."
"Do you have the skill to kill us, taking on five at once?"
"Try and see."
"I assure you, Titan, this battle will be unforgettable. You'll pay for your arrogance," the ice dragon said coldly.
"Your greatest skill is trash talk?" Muria became a stream of light, charging towards the serpent, evaporating endless frost and snow, and slashing with his halberd and axes.
Clang! Clang! The serpent hissed as Muria's weapons cut through its protective aura and scales, leaving two fifty-meter-long bloody wounds, looking terrifying but not seriously injuring a high-rank legend.
The serpent roared, its massive tail whipping towards Muria, shattering the air with a thunderous sound.
Muria blocked with his halberd but was forced back, simultaneously struck by four other powerful forces that could flatten plains and collapse mountains, sending him flying.
His massive body friction against the atmosphere caused any frost or snow in contact with him to vaporize instantly.
"A Titan, nothing more!" the ice dragon sneered.
"He just became a legend, what's there to brag about?" A frost giant looked at the dragon, who was gloating over their collective effort just sending Muria flying.
"Let's attack together and give it our all. Just don't kill him; cripple him," the serpent ordered.
"Yes, and then we'll sever his limbs, making him watch his subordinates die before him, experiencing the greatest defeat," a frost giant added.
"His elders shouldn't interfere in such a failure, right?" the ice dragon hesitated, recalling the major event thirty years ago and feeling some fear.
"We're all legends, what's there to fear? We're on the same level, and he started the fight."
"There's a big difference between lower and higher legendary ranks."
"This power is amazing!" Muria laughed as he was knocked back. Despite his severe injuries, protected by Sacred Shining Abyss, he felt exhilarated. This was what he sought, growing stronger under the pressure of formidable foes.
...
"So this is Deimos' descendant! A crazy little one with Titan blood!" The resumption of attention naturally fell on Muria as he fought amidst over a hundred thousand frost giants, over thirty legendary battles in the sky, and godly battles beyond.
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