Chapter 631: Chapter 626: Legion Battle! Legend Battle! Divine Battle! Chapter 631: Chapter 626: Legion Battle! Legend Battle! Divine Battle! A hundred thousand barbaric Frost Giants charged into an army of thirty thousand Frost Giants. In an instant, thousands of Frost Giants were killed, with the majority being the barbaric Frost Giants. In a war where the individual power of both sides is similar, victory hinges on numbers, equipment, and coordination.

All the Frost Giants on Muria’s side were fully armed, whereas the term “unarmed” aptly described the barbaric Frost Giants. The temporary ice barrier they had constructed was breached instantly, but that was where their momentum ended. Their initial impact had been halted, and now the barbaric Frost Giants were being slaughtered.

Throw!

The Frost Giant commander issued a new command. Under the commander’s order, every Frost Giant in the heart of the army reached out and picked up a small hand axe. The raw force of the frost coalesced, transforming the hand axes into larger Frost Battle Axes. They mustered all their strength and hurled them forwards.

Whoosh!

Nearly ten thousand small frost axes spun in the air, tracing perfect arcs in the blizzard. They formed paths of death as they fell into the formation of the barbaric Frost Giants, followed by agonised screams and wails of the injured or dying.

Wave after wave of axe attacks descended, causing heavy casualties among the barbaric Frost Giants – flesh versus steel and barbarism versus civilisation – the barbaric Frost Giants were utterly defeated.

Adult Frost Giants had only Silver Rank power. Only rare, exceptional individuals could breakthrough to the Gold Rank without the help of external forces. Hence, the majority of Frost Giants on the battlefield were of the Silver Rank.

“Roar! The hateful traitors!”

“Traitors should die!”

The numerous deaths and injuries of the barbaric Silver Rank Frost Giants infuriated the flying Gold Rank Frost Giants. These elite individuals among the Frost Giants flew into the sky, manipulating their frost powers to create frost armor and weapons as sturdy as steel, and charged at the Frost Giant army.

They had realized the advantage of the Giant army. In previous years of food scarcity, strong Frost Giants would barge into human territories in groups to loot supplies. Humans favored such mass battle tactics. Yet, the outcome of human formation versus giant formation was entirely different.

Gold Rank Frost Giants had the strength of tearing steel apart with bare hands. When they collectively charged, ordinary Silver Rank giants couldn’t withstand them. However, the Giant army quickly matched them with Gold Rank Giants of their own.

However, their numbers were far fewer than the barbaric Gold Rank Frost Giants. Their only advantage was their superior rune equipment. Relying on their equipment, they fought at odds where one combatant faced two or even three opponents and barely managed to keep the onslaught at bay.

On this icy battlefield, the clashing of steel could be heard ceaselessly. The dying groans and screams of giants echoed around, with Frost Giants falling under the weapons of their brethren every second, and blood soon stained the land…
And in a place where ordinary Frost Giants couldn’t see, high above the endless void, a divine battle was brewing.

“The three of you really bring disgrace to us deities, you’re actually taking orders from a mere Legend.” A mocking voice echoed in the dark void.

“A mere Legend? That’s a Titan. Don’t boast. None of you dares to move against him.” The God of the Frost Wolf snorted disdainfully.

“So the three of you have made up your minds to make enemies with us?”

“Of course.” The God of the Snow Leopard responded arrogantly, not even waiting for the other two beast gods to speak.

Even the threat of more than ten Frost Deities combined, led by the Winter Maiden Oulyle, didn’t scare her. She was merely a deity with weak divine power who had sold her body and was still oppressed by her superiors. What was there to be afraid of?

“Do you want to die that badly?” A deity taking the form of a Frost Giant asked coldly.

“Those who wish for death should be you. Can’t you see the situation yet?” A Cold Crow with a wingspan of over three hundred meters beat its wings in the void, showing its strongest avatar for battle.

“Don’t tell me you can’t recognize who those two beings below are? And what forces support them?”

“Titan, Metallic Dragon Clan and the Blazing Sky God Race. Do you think you can resist these behemoth-like existences?”

“They can’t represent the forces behind them. They’re just their descendants. They’ve dreamt of making us submit to them!”

“They’re too weak. You’re willing to submit to such entities?”

“Not submission, but cooperation,” the God of the Snow Leopard growled. As a deity, he had his pride too.

“And how is your behavior now any different from submission?”

“Enough talk, let’s start the battle!”

“So you dare not attack the Titan, and you resort to attacking us? Cowards!”

“We simply do not wish to provoke those Epics. Any one of us could effortlessly slay a mere hybrid of a Legend.”

“It sounds pretty impressive. Why don’t you descend and kill him yourself? You can end everything. He’s the root of this battle. Kill him and it could all be over.”

“Humph!” This deity in human form snorts coldly, not responding at all. Killing a Titan would be nothing short of madness. They’ve already gone too far by bestowing their divine power and splitting their divinity. It’s like testing the boundary of death.

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“Has the God War begun?” Muria, who is holding back five legendary beings at once, looks upwards at the higher sky. He senses the violent fluctuations of divine power. As for those three deities, Muria has lost all expectations. It’s already an achievement if they aren’t slain by a double-digit count of deities. It’s too much to hope that they could assist him, it’s simply asking too much of a deity.

Between heaven and earth, a roaring wind blows. A hurricane with a speed exceeding two hundred kilometers per hour, mixed with thunder and hail, wreaks havoc across the land just like a rain of weapons.

Muria looks at the five Legends facing him – three are the Legendary Frost Giants, one is a huge Ice Dragon, and lastly, a Glacier Giant Serpent that can coil around mountains. The glare of divinity sparkles in the eyes of these two beastly figures.

“Seems like I’ve taken on too much!” Muria laughs generously. The weakest among these five legends possesses the strength of a Legendary 4th Rank, while the strongest is the seemingly ordinary Giant Serpent, devoid of any particular features except for its enormous size. This serpent possesses the strength of a Legend Seventh Rank.

As for the dragon, it’s clear that it has chosen to serve the deities. The deity, in return, has granted this dragon a divinity – something it could never attain from the Five Colored Dragons.

“Let’s continue the battle!” Muria has a Prison Suppression Halberd in his left hand and an Army-breaking Halberd in his right. Recently, he faced enormous stress from his battles against the Five Legends, but this only made his blood boil even more.

“Arrogant Titan, your father could have stood a chance.”

“My father?” Muria laughs, “If my father were really here, you’d probably be running away in fear. Dare to fight me now? You can be proud of standing against me, and if you survive, you can boast about it to your descendants for centuries to come.”

“One against five, and you still want to kill us. Do you have the ability to do that?”

“Why don’t we try and find out?”

“I guarantee, Titan, this battle will be unforgettable for you. You will pay for your pride.” said the Ice Dragon coldly.

“Is talking big your greatest ability?” Muria transforms into a blur of motion, charging straight through a vacuum corridor, evaporating endless frost and snow, and soon appearing in front of the white serpent with the strongest power. His halberd and battle ax simultaneously draw a sharp arc that spans thousands of meters.

Clang! Clang!

The giant serpent roars. The sound of metal collision resonates as Muria’s weapons shatter the serpent’s protective spirit light, landing on its scaled armor. The scales, as hard as high-grade extraordinary metal, broke open, but that was the extent of the damage.

Two intersecting, fifty-meter-long bloody cuts appear on the serpent’s body. They look horrifying, but for a high-level legend, such wounds are hardly consequential.

The giant serpent lets out an imposing roar. Its massive tail transforms into a white whip that is lashed towards Muria, drawing an intense roar through the air.

Muria swings his battle halberd to block, but the enormous force sends him retreating. At the same time, four other forces capable of sinking a plain into a basin or collapsing a mountain range shot towards him, propelling him into the air.

His massive body tears through the atmosphere, vaporizing all the frost and snow that come in contact with him into steam due to the extreme heat.

“Titan, you’re nothing special!” The Ice Dragon mocks coldly.

“He just entered the Legend ranking, why are you so smug?” A Frost Giant looks at the white dragon speechlessly. They had to unite to send Muria flying, but from the looks of it, the Titan doesn’t seem to have taken too much damage.

“All together, strike with full force. As long as we don’t kill him, it’s fine to severely injure him,” the white serpent flies through the sky, chasing after Muria.

“Hey, once we’ve beaten him up badly, let’s cut off all his limbs and let him watch as his subordinates die one by one in front of him, giving him a taste of the biggest defeat in his life,” a Frost Giant chimes in agreement.

“Such a defeat… even his elders probably won’t interfere, right?” The Ice Dragon asks hesitantly. It knows the major incident from thirty years ago, so it’s a bit apprehensive. Its power level is significantly higher than Muria’s. If there was a reckoning, it seems unlikely that it could escape.

“We are all Legends, what are we afraid of? We are on the same tier as him, and it was him who provoked the conflict.”

“The difference between a lower and higher Legend is significant.”

“It’s really amazing, this power!” Having been sent flying by the serpent’s tail and simultaneously coming under attack from the other four Legends, Muria bursts out laughing. His body throbs with a burning, prickling pain from the wounds dealt to him. Even with the aid of the Saintly Imperial Abyss, his injuries are severe. But so what? It was precisely this kind of scenario that he sought – to become stronger under the pressure of powerful enemies.

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“Is this the descendant of Dimos! The child with a Titan bloodline… He is truly insane!” Over a hundred thousand Frost Giants are engaged in battle. The aerial combat involving over thirty Legends, along with the God War taking place outside the sky dome, prompt a being who had just closed his eyes on Depluson Subcontinent to awaken after less than twenty years of sleep. His attention naturally falls on Muria.

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