The Guardian gods-Chapter 473

The dragon beast, its frustration mounting, unleashed a devastating wave of ice magic. The air shimmered, and a massive ice construct, shaped like a colossal fist, slammed down towards the prince. The sheer force of the impact sent a shockwave through the ice, cracking the surface and sending shards flying.

The prince, however, had already moved. He had used the moment of the beast’s attack to propel himself forward, his blade leaving a trail of crimson light as he closed the distance. He was now within striking range, the scent of the beast’s icy breath and the metallic tang of its draconic blood filling his senses.

"Now," he whispered, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Let’s see how well your ice protects your underbelly." He aimed his blade, the crimson aura around it intensifying, ready to strike.

The dragon beast, its massive form surprisingly agile, reacted with a speed that belied its size. The icy floor beneath it surged upwards, tilting precariously, propelling the creature backward in a desperate attempt to create distance. Simultaneously, it tucked its enormous body, minimizing its profile, and its tail, encased in a rapidly forming sheath of ice, transformed into a colossal, jagged sword. The ice sword, crackling with frozen energy, slashed down towards the prince, a brutal, sweeping arc designed to cleave him in two.

"You think your speed will save you, whelp?" the beast roared, its voice a guttural rumble that echoed across the frozen wasteland. "My ice is more than a shield; it is my weapon, my very essence!"

The prince, caught off guard by the beast’s sudden maneuver, had to react instantly. He couldn’t fully evade the massive ice sword. Instead, he channeled his demonic affinity, his crimson aura flaring, and used his sword to parry the blow. The impact was cataclysmic, a shockwave that sent tremors through the ice, cracking it further. The force of the blow sent him skidding backwards, his boots carving deep furrows into the frozen surface.

"Impressive," the prince hissed, his voice strained, "but not enough." He felt a searing pain in his arm, where the ice sword had grazed him, and a thin line of crimson blood welled up, staining the pristine white of the snow.

The dragon beast landed with a resounding thud, the ice beneath its feet cracking and splintering. It then unleashed another barrage of ice shards, this time infused with a chilling, necrotic energy. The shards, glowing with an eerie blue light, flew towards the prince, leaving trails of frost in their wake.

"You bleed still punk," the beast taunted, its eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "Your crimson aura cannot protect you from everything. You are but a fragile thing, a flicker of flame against an eternal winter."

The prince, his breath coming in ragged gasps, weaved through the barrage, his blade deflecting the closest shards. However, the necrotic energy of the ice was tricky, seeping into his wounds, slowing his movements, and chilling his very soul. He felt his limbs growing heavy, his reflexes sluggish.

"You will freeze, little man," the beast boomed, "and your arrogance will be a tombstone for your foolish ambitions." The ice beneath the prince’s feet began to shift, opening up a chasm to swallow him up.

The prince, battered and frozen, his movements sluggish, felt the necrotic chill creeping into his bones. The beast’s taunts echoed in his ears, a chilling reminder of his precarious situation. "Foolish ambitions," he muttered, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. "You know nothing of my ambitions."

A surge of raw, demonic energy erupted from within him, a desperate, primal scream against the encroaching cold. The crimson aura surrounding him flared, then twisted, contorting into an unexpected and almost comical form. His body swelled, his stomach bloating outwards, two curved horns sprouted from his forehead, and a thick, segmented tail lashed behind him. The transformation was grotesque, almost absurd, a stark contrast to the elegant warrior he had been moments before.

"What is this?" the dragon beast roared, its voice laced with confusion and a hint of mockery. "A bloated imp? You dare face me in this...form?"

The prince, now in his demonic form, grinned, a wide, unsettling expression that revealed rows of sharp, pointed teeth. "Don’t underestimate this form," he rasped, his voice now a guttural growl. "This is the form that will devour your icy heart."

He raised his hands, and a torrent of demonic flames erupted, a swirling inferno of black and crimson that crackled with unholy energy.

The dragon beast, taken aback by the sudden shift in power, unleashed a massive wave of ice, a frozen tsunami that crashed towards the prince. The demonic flames, however, met the ice with a searing roar, melting it into steaming water that hissed and evaporated into the frigid air.

The prince, now moving with a surprising agility despite his bloated form, launched himself towards the beast, his demonic flames trailing behind him like a fiery comet. He weaved through the remaining ice shards, his sword surrounded with flames, shattering any that came too close.

He reached the beast, his demonic flames engulfing its icy hide. The beast roared in pain, its icy armor cracking and melting under the intense heat. It thrashed wildly, its tail slamming against the ice, creating fissures and sending shards flying.

The prince, however, was relentless. He pressed his attack, his figure was all over the beast body. his sword lashing out with brutal force. He aimed his strikes at the beast’s vulnerable underbelly, the same spot he aimed for earlier, the one spot the beast was trying to protect.

The dragon beast, its icy defenses failing, unleashed a desperate, final attack, a blast of pure ice magic that threatened to freeze the entire battlefield. The prince, however, met the attack with a concentrated burst of demonic flames, a fiery explosion that countered the ice and sent a shockwave through the air.

The beast, weakened and wounded, stumbled backwards, its icy hide blackened and cracked. The prince, his demonic flames still burning, lunged forward, his tail wrapping around the beast’s neck, and his bloated form slamming into the beast’s chest, the demonic flames burning it’s insides.

With a final, agonizing roar that echoed across the frozen expanse, the dragon beast collapsed, its massive form hitting the ice with a resounding thud that sent tremors through the ground. Its body, still smoking and crackling with the remnants of the prince’s demonic flames, began to steam in the frigid air, a grotesque monument to the brutal battle.

The prince, his grotesque demonic form still partially intact, walked across the beast’s immense body, his clawed feet crunching on the shattered ice scales. He reached the beast’s chest, the point where his demonic flames had inflicted the most damage, and with a savage grin, he plunged his sword deep into the creature’s flesh, drawing a long, crimson line across its chest. Then, with a guttural grunt, he withdrew the blade, the air thick with the metallic tang of draconic blood.

He bent down, his clawed hand reaching into the gaping wound, and with a powerful tug, he ripped out the dragon beast’s heart, a massive, pulsating organ the size of a basketball. It pulsed with a faint, icy glow, a testament to the creature’s immense power.

"The gift of Björn is a hungry gift," the prince rasped, his voice thick with demonic power. He opened his maw, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth, and devoured the heart in a single, gruesome gulp. The raw, icy energy of the heart surged through his veins, a potent cocktail of draconic power and frozen magic. freёweɓnovel.com

He closed his eyes, his demonic senses heightened, and he felt the reward of his victory washing over him. The fourth stage welcomed him with open arms, a surge of power that felt both intoxicating and terrifying.

As soon as the prince broke through the fourth stage, the crimson aura around him bloomed, growing thicker and more intense, a swirling vortex of demonic energy. His demonic form, already grotesque, underwent another transformation, his body growing to nearly half the size of the fallen dragon beast. At the same time, intricate, glowing markings began to appear on his skin, like living tattoos, tracing patterns of arcane power across his flesh.

His affinity, now amplified by the fourth stage, surged, flooding his senses with a torrent of information. A fleeting, almost ephemeral glimpse of something distant, something significant, flickered at the edge of his perception. His head snapped up, his gaze drawn to a distant mountain of ice, a jagged peak that pierced the horizon, far removed from the carnage of the battle.

His pupils dilated, his vision sharpening, zooming in with an unnatural clarity. On the mountain’s peak, he saw a figure, a woman of ethereal beauty. Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, blending seamlessly with the icy backdrop, and she wore a white dress that seemed to shimmer with the same icy light. Lying beside her, a stark contrast to her pristine appearance, was a wolf, its fur a vibrant, unsettling red, its body marked with strange, unsettling textures.