Dungeon of Niflheim

402 Chapter 402: Frost’s unique monster race

As the wraith was about devour the ice revenant’s core, ending his life permanently, the forest rustled. Heavy and rapid footsteps quickly drew closer to the battlefield, shaking the ground and even the nearby trees, something was coming, something big and numerous.

A calm yet strong voice could then be heard.

“[Ice flame bullet]” In response to this voice a small yet complicated magic crest formed and summoned a silver flame in the shape of a bullet. The flaming bullet was composed of mortal level cold flames, the nearby trees formed ice crystals as it passed them at high speed.

The bullet arrived before the wraith in a matter of moments just before the monster was about to drop the ice revenant’s core. The sudden attack caught the monster by surprise.

In shock it rapidly let go of the ice revenant’s core and moved to defend itself with its arm, something about the spell felt different from the previous ice spells it had endured. The appearance of flames also sent a wave of fear down the wraith’s back overpowering the frenzied state imposed by the stampede. Ghosts feared the light and flames at the most primal level.

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“Waaaaaaaaiiiiiiiilllllllllll!!!!!” The moment the [ice flame bullet] made contact with the wraith its ghostly form started to burn and sizzle, making the wraith feel extreme pain. In its panic it retreated backwards waving its burning arm to alleviate the pain and put out the fire, but its attempts seemed to only aggravate the situation, spreading the flame. The silver flame looked as though it was feasting on the wraith’s body, growing stronger the longer it was in contact.

All of the ghost monster monsters in the vicinity stopped what they were doing, their eyes showing intense levels of fear as they watched the wraith slowly burn in agony. The second wraith was also stunned in place, its primal instincts taking over.

The yuki-onna and frost troll lieutenant however looked on in confusion, the yuki-onna especially. Though the ice flame was fire it was still of the ice element how could it generate such an intense reaction.

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Her along with the rest of the remaining forces turned around to look behind the command bunker where the silver bullet originated.

The moment all eyes were drawn in their direction the reinforcements promised by Frost appeared.

There were at least a dozen entities, each of which being at the very least 3 metres tall perhaps even over 4. Some were on the ground whereas others were leaping across the trees like they were on flat ground. Muscular, bipedal creatures with resilient blue skin and beautiful white hair adorned in different styles to show off individuality.

Sharp claws attached at the ends of their hands and feet, and a long tail ending in a puff of white hair, a balancing aid as well as another form of attack.

These new monsters had the face of a tiger and a sharp, thick horn growing from their foreheads that aided them in their mana manipulation. A brand new monster species, similar to that of the tiger beastkin yet also different.

This was Frost’s creation, the culmination of his hard work over the past few weeks. His unique monster race, the Ronso.

The leader of these dozen or so Ronsos was the one to cast the [ice flame bullet] spell, saving the ice revenant from permanent death and seriously damaging the wraith.

He was a little taller than the others, his muscles appearing even more defined and his horn glowing ever so slightly. He was armed with a halberd even taller than him, a stark contrast to his kin who appeared unarmed.

He walked forward with firm steps drawing the gazes of the entire battlefield, his kin followed close behind with wild smiles on their faces.

The wraith that was attacked by the silver flame continued to wail in pain not noticing the Ronsos arrival. It did however eventually manage to escape from the agonising flame by separating itself from the afflicted area....it had to give up its left arm. The silver flame quickly burned out after completely consuming the arm. Unfortunately its torment had only just begun.

The leader Ronso smirked; his horn glowed bright as he summoned his mana as well as the mana in the surrounding area.

“[Flames of ice heed my call, entrap my foe in a mighty pillar of your freezing torment, ice flame pillar]” The Ronso leader spoke the complete aria for the 3rd circle spell [Ice flame pillar]. A larger magic crest thus appeared beneath the wraith before it could regain it faculties.

The moment it noticed it was too late, a pillar of silver flames that were cold instead of hot erupted upwards consuming and restraining the wraith inside, burning its ghostly form and eliciting screams of agony from the creature.

The most powerful monster the dungeon had ever faced was pretty much taken care of by a single spell from this new monster. The magic corps on the scene were particularly blown away by this fact. They had been pumping god knows how much ice spells into their attacks but not even when combined could they deal this level of damage to the ghosts. It didn’t even look as the Ronso put much effort in his spell.

The yuki-onna, the leader of the magic corps couldn’t help but bite her lower lip as she was filled with frustration. She looked towards this humanoid tiger in confusion, dying to know the reason why her spells were rebuffed while the Ronso’s seemed super effective. They were both of the ice element were they not.

“How? She muttered under her breath; her mind unable to understand the difference.

The leader Ronso felt her stare and smiled towards her.

“Ghosts fear the light and fire. These two elements are their bane because they purify that which is impure.” He then summoned his chakra in the form of cold flames.

“Though cold flames are inherently cold and of the ice element they are also flames.” The silver like flames danced in the wind, behaving just like a regular flame.

“When a blacksmith uses fire to forge iron into steel he is removing the impurities within the metal to generate something stronger. Cold flames work the same way that is why we have cold forging.” The leader Ronso swung his hand eliminating the silver flames.

“Cold flames are of the ice element but have the properties of fire, the ability to purify that which is impure thus they are very effective in dealing with ghosts.” He smiled gently as though a teacher educating his student.

The yuki-onna felt as though lightning struck her head, she was filled with understanding. Her gaze towards the Ronso leader was no longer one of confusion but one of gratitude and reverence. This person was far stronger than her and far more skilled in terms of magic.

“Thank you.” She quietly thanked him for his explanation and bowed her head, happy that her confusion had been cleared.

“No problem we all serve our lord so we should help each other whenever possible.” The Ronso leader lightly laughed, portraying a gentle expression, lifting the moods of Frost’s forces however that gentleness was brief.

The ghosts had finally gotten over their surprise and fear, they had started to move again thus the Ronso leader’s expression became dark and angry.

His comrades had been fighting long and hard against these ghosts all while being outmatched in terms of their elements, a gruelling battle that would have surely ended in their defeat if they hadn’t arrived in time.

The Ronso leader clenched the shaft of his halberd hard, generating loud cracking sounds from his knuckles. Wisps of silver flames grew from his body, dancing around him as though spurred on by his fury.

A wild smile adorned the man’s face before he spoke.

“Ronsos.... kill!” He roared out his order while slamming his halberd against the ground.

In response the dozen or so Ronsos standing behind him and hanging on the trees all let out mighty tiger roars before swiftly moving into action.

The frost troll lieutenant who watched this from the command bunker couldn’t help but be blown away by the sheer physical prowess of these new monsters or rather the Ronsos. However that moment was brief as he realised a major problem. These Ronsos were attacking physically and were made of flesh and blood.

“Wait you can’t, regular attacks won’t work on their e...” He called out in warning. It’d be fine if the Ronsos attacked with the ice flame magic that the leader used but they were charging and leaping at the ghosts with just their bare bodies.

However he couldn’t finish his sentence. The Ronsos though attacking physically with their powerful claws weren’t finished.

Shortly before they reached their intended targets their hands, feet or whatever part of their body they were attacking with became wreathed in silver flames just like what the leader Ronso summoned. Their attacks thus cleanly met with the ghosts’ ethereal bodies and burned them on contact, killing many of the lower ranks in a single blow.

The frost troll lieutenant was thus forced to swallow his words as he watched these dozen or so Ronsos leap from ghost to ghost killing them as though they were harmless chickens.

‘We had so much trouble just defending against them, yet these Ronso can kill them at will.’ The frost troll lieutenant couldn’t help but feel conflicted.