Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 920: Reinforcements

"You can stop milking it now you faker." Said Frost as he stood over the heavily wounded and prone Kiba.

He retrieved a high quality health potion from his storage ring but refused to pour the contents into Kiba’s mouth until he stopped his little act.

"Grrrr." The young tiger cub meekly purred, his body trembling in pain as though just whispering drained what remained of his strength. He appeared pitiful and innocent, why was his master so cruel?

"Master? Lord Kiba is genuinely hurt, if not for him sacrificing his body many of us would have died as a result of our battle with those men." Neve wasn’t as injured as Kiba, but she was no less exhausted but despite this she forced herself to crawl to the young tiger cub and speak up in his defence.

’Yes, yes that’s right fight for me, praise me to the high heavens so he won’t enforce a ridiculous training schedule on me when we get back to the Dungeon.’ Kiba was greatly satisfied with Neve’s performance, internally nodding his head while externally he continued to exaggerate his plight. His actions drawing support from the surrounding Lunar maidens who had fought alongside him.

"Neve do you think I’m blind?" Frost turned his gaze towards the young Matriarch and questioned.

"Ugh no master I don’t."

"Good, because I can clearly see that he’s injured, rather seriously too but he’s still nowhere near death...isn’t that right KIBA?" Annoyed by his continued attempts to play the fool Frost lightly prodded one of Kiba’s wounds before forcing the contents of the high level health potion down his gullet as he yelped in pain.

"Don’t buy into his final act of self-sacrifice, he knew I was coming about 30 seconds ago." Frost wasn’t denying his injuries rather that final expression of false acceptance that was on his face when the two men’s weapons aimed for his vitals. With his master in route there was no risk to his life....as Frost elegantly put he was milking the situation for personal benefits.

"Chuff [You’re a dick]"

"And you’re lazy." He could see right through his young battle mount’s intentions. He was buying grace for the future, winning allies to his side for when he had to do battle with his cruel and evil master.

The health potion got to work immediately, closing up his many wounds and regenerating much of his lost blood but unfortunately the healing properties didn’t extend to his lost and shredded feathers leaving a rather prominent bald spot at the base of his right wing.

In another thirty seconds or so Kiba would be back on his feet and able to fight against those who harmed him.

Seeing his recovery Frost nodded his head before facing the six remaining evil men who by this point had escaped their shock.

Although it was hard to admit, with Valend’s head lying at their feet they couldn’t deny that their invincible boss had met his end.

"To me, now!" The highest ranked elite soon understood how precarious their position was, Frost appeared uninjured meaning they’d have to deal with a full strength mid B-rank along with a bevy of Lunar maidens who’s morale had skyrocketed with proof of Valend’s death. The only hope they had was sticking together, at least in the beginning, one arrow was easily broken but many would endure against great force.

"Hoh not a bad move, you’re pretty quick on the uptake but...." The other five elites upon hearing the highest ranked among them giving an order in a desperate tone reacted like well-trained soldiers, moving seamlessly to his side with nary an ounce of arrogance. When it came to survival these men stood head and shoulders above many who surpassed them in strength but unfortunately for them Frost had not let his guard down in the slightest since his arrival.

"[Wyvern’s maw]" With a swing of his glaive he conjured the head of a wyvern and launched it at the farthest removed of the evil men cutting off his path to his allies. He was forced to jump backwards lest he’d be swallowed by the large maw.

"You all seem to hold a great deal of hatred towards this particular man, so I’ll leave him to you and your tribe Neve, the rest are mine and Kiba’s" The man who he’d cut off was the dual axe wielder who had killed one of their own and set Neve on the path of reckless endangerment.

"Ah." Neve was still stuck on the ground, her body lacking any power but that was not the same for her sisters.

""Thank you Master."" Before she could even reply several Lunar maidens expressed their satisfaction before charging at the isolated man with their fans, magic and even recently picked up rocks determined to kill him in the most brutal of ways.

"Join me when you’re healed lest you want me to increase your training even further." Frost gave Kiba who just noticed his bald spot an order before dashing towards the five elites. Unlike Valend these men would serve as nothing more than easy-going sport.

He played with them, destroying their every attempt to both attack him and escape his reach. His glaive would move like the wind, slashing and cutting at their flesh, decorating their bodies with wounds while his spells would cut of their attempts to retreat. Gradually the group was worn down by Frost, a limb gone followed by a life then with the addition of Kiba two more met their end leaving just two, the strongest of the bunch.

"I have to say you certainly are a slippery pair, your attack power is relatively average for your rank but your ability to survive is akin to a cockroach." These final two elites were quick to react and bold enough to endure lesser wounds so as to avoid greater threats but since they were up against such a superior enemy and one who unlike their former boss possessed impressive speed all they could do was delay the inevitable.

Eventually to preserve his life for just a little longer the strongest of the elites, the man who summoned them all to his side pushed his colleague into Frost’s glaive and tossed his weapon at the lunging Kiba before desperately running away at maximum speed.

"Haaaaa by this point your efforts are serving to simply annoy me." Frost cut through the other elite with ease, his approach delayed by just a brief moment, hardly enough time for the man to escape from his clutches. Was he that desperate to live even if it was only for another few seconds?

"Gidos!" Suddenly however the moment Frost thrust his glaive forward in an attempt to skewer the fleeing offender the man loudly called upon his only surviving colleague, a man who by this point was practically unrecognisable thanks to the slow torturing efforts of the hate filled Lunar maidens.

Hearing the bellow of his colleague the man who had much of his skin flayed, several of his bones shattered and his organs ruptured thanks to the tender touch of many Lunar maidens forced his fractured lips to curve into a maddened smile before releasing a loud cackle that shook the souls of whoever heard it. Insanity dwelled in his eyes, an unshakeable will as he ignored his extensive and painful injuries to pull out a strange tube carved from bone.

"Kyakkyakkyak! We can all die together!" His attackers wary of his actions had momentarily pulled back thus allowing the man a chance to raise the bone tube high into the air. Then with a firm crush from his hand the mechanism hidden within the lower half activated, releasing a bright purple plume of light and smoke that shot directly upwards before bursting into a sphere that could be easily seen from miles away.

"Shit he’s called for backup!" Shalla screeched before immediately ending the man’s life with a vicious swing of her fan, regretting dragging out his death so as to invoke the maximum punishment.

And if to make their situation even worse the remaining elite, the one that Frost had chased down and stabbed with his glaive moved in practically the same instant pulling out a similar bone tube from his sleeves and firing it into the sky making the lingering purple smock even thicker and more noticeable.

"If I’m going to die then I’m going to take you with me asshole!" With a sharp glaive pierced through his lung and the attached cold flames burning his internal organs the last remaining elite spat blood in Frost’s face before launching his final attack, his soul already at peace, confident that Frost and the maidens under his protection would meet a hellish end.

"Fool, what’s the use of summoning a bunch of weak fodder." Frost effortlessly avoided the spat blood and used his glaive to shred the man’s body before his attack could reach him. His gaze held nothing but contempt as he watched the life drain from his eyes.

Once the last foe was dead Frost observed the lingering smog that hovered several hundred metres in the air.

’How annoying.’ More and more work seemed to be piling on his shoulders. Given how far they were from Valend’s fortress it likely wouldn’t take long for a massive contingent of enemies to appear. They couldn’t stay here lest they wished to be overrun.

"Everyone round up we don’t have much time."