Although the Delay Spell was weakened, the power of time stop is not something the Dark Frost Giant could resist.
Its body stiffened completely, maintaining the posture of swinging its arms round, fiercely wielding its giant axe. The forces of darkness and frost entwined on the axe blade, as well as the giant blade aura that seemed to tear apart space, remained motionless.
After a third ring of black scales grew on his body, Garon's time stop became stronger, expanding the range from one hundred meters to over three hundred meters.
The silver dragon did not pause at all, bypassing the giant blade aura in front of it, extending its claws shimmering with silver light, grasping the Dark Frost Giant's head entirely, and then tightening its grip forcefully.
Crack crack, the grating sound of metal friction rang out.
Garon's claws could easily crush magical metals, but they only left dents and cracks on the opponent's helmet, unable to directly destroy it and crush its head.
Time stop consumes a great deal of the power of time, preventing Garon from maintaining the time stop for too long.
He attempted to attack the other parts of his opponent, only to find that the guy's armor was absurdly hard.
The giant axe and armor were a set of legendary equipment, exceptionally high in quality.
"I always lack some destructive means; I need to accelerate learning higher-tier spells."
Garon was very clear about his situation.
The Dark Frost Giant in front of him was not yet four hundred years old, still in its prime. Being legendary obviously indicated extraordinary talent, and attacking with the breath of time wasn't very effective.
As for using the expulsion of the breath of time, the stronger and larger the target, the more power of time and magic it requires. Moreover, during the time the opponent is banished, it continuously consumes power.
If it were just an ordinary legend, it would be fine.
To banish an eighteen-meter-tall legendary giant wearing powerful equipment from the flow of time, Garon did not want to bear such consumption.
"Enough destructive means."
After consuming nearly half of his power of time, Garon's eyes lit up, thinking of a solution.
He looked at the Dark Frost Giant frozen in time, began to mutter spells softly, constructing a spell.
As the final note of the spell chanting fell, ripples appeared in the space where the Dark Frost Giant was, then it wrinkled and shattered layer by layer like a mirror.
Sixth-tier spell: Plane Collapse!
The area of space shattered by Plane Collapse wasn't large, after all, it was a sixth-tier spell.
At the chest of the Dark Frost Giant, a collapse the size of a millstone appeared, causing the armor there to crack densely.
Garon willed it, and the power of time was consumed again, replicating the spell from the past second.
Layered Casting: Plane Collapse!
Crack crack crack. The cracks spread like branching lightning across the Dark Frost Giant's armor.
Plane Collapse increased the consumption of the time stop, Garon was somewhat overwhelmed, but since the spell had been successfully cast, he also dispelled the time stop.
The moment time resumed flowing, the Dark Frost Giant roared, then suddenly stopped.
It did not perceive the power of time.
Barton only felt a blur before his eyes, and the silver dragon had already appeared in front of him, instinctively wanting to directly attack with the actual body of the Winter Giant Axe.
But just as it thought to move, it found itself facing powerful tearing forces from different directions, like being stuck in quicksand, with its armor continuously breaking apart, followed by intense pain as if being flayed.
"What's happening?"
"Why did space suddenly shatter?"
Barton didn't understand what had happened, its perception of time still stuck before Garon's time stop, oblivious to the events that occurred during the time stop.
Shocked, Barton burst forth with evil spiritual light and frosty cold air, trying to break free from the continuously breaking and collapsing space.
Garon wouldn't give it such a chance.
Ignoring the consumption of magic and the power of time, he performed several layered castings, Plane Collapse reemerged rapidly.
This mid-tier sixth spell, combined with time stop, unleashed its true killing potential.
"Damn it!"
Barton roared in anger, his face twisted in pain.
By the time the effect of Plane Collapse ended, Barton was covered in blood, with not a single intact spot on its body.
Garon's gaze was sharp, his body moved.
His sharp dragon claws reached out, gripping Barton's shoulder holding the giant axe, then forcefully tore it off.
Shriek! Blood splattered.
The vision of Barton, already darkening, screamed in pain as an arm was directly torn off, bleeding profusely.
The legendary giant axe, not yet shattered, was seized by Garon, magic eroded into it, suppressing its resistance trembling, then a breath of frost dragon breath froze it, followed by some protective item sealing spells, directly thrown into the dimensional space.
With severe injuries and the loss of legendary equipment, Barton no longer posed a threat to Garon.
The black giant's eyes burned with angry flames, glaring at Garon, swinging its blood-drenched left arm towards Garon's head.
Now weak, due to the considerable consumption of the power of time, Garon didn't use the Delay Spell again, yet its movements were still slow enough to be clearly visible.
Garon tilted his head back to dodge the opponent's powerless strike, his silver dragon tail, with the force of splitting mountains and rocks, whipped the Dark Frost Giant's waist.
Boom! The already battered body was directly whipped away, crashing into several large houses covered in scorch marks, falling to the ground.
Barton's body was buried under house debris and a large amount of dust kicked up, trembling, barely standing up with one arm.
Icy blue frost dragon breath came face to face, layer upon layer, freezing the Dark Frost Giant's body below the neck in ice blocks.
"Shatter for me!"
Barton growled lowly, exerting effort.
The ice block trembled and shook but did not break.
Now, Barton was extremely weak, no longer possessing the strength to break through the frost dragon breath.
The dragon claws grabbed the ice crystal, throwing the giant onto a higher city wall.
Then, with emotionless, cold eyes, the platinum dragon pupil stared at the Dark Frost Giant.
"I said, my rage would drown this city."
"Enjoy it."
Garon said calmly, turned his gaze away, standing on the city wall, looking towards the city.
With the help of the red dragon, crystal dragon, and spellcasters, the wolf pack had already charged into the Frost City, roaring and rampaging, pinning down frost giants among the ruins, tearing them into pieces with crisscrossing wolf teeth.
The red dragon flapped its wings, soaring back and forth in the air, scorching the ground with dragon breath.
The flames that Barton had extinguished not long ago were reignited in Frost City, burning fiercely.
Nikenina, by nature kind-hearted, watched from the air as the battle turned one-sided, not taking action herself.
From the towering city walls, the open view allowed Garon to take in these scenes.
Of course, Barton saw them too.
Veins bulged on its forehead, eyes burning with rage, roaring nonstop
.
"The great Solem watches over His devout followers. He will take you to the endless abyss of His divine prison in the cold hell, where you will eternally languish!"
The enemy's roars and threats, at times, are no less pleasing to the ear than praises sung.
Garon did not look at Barton.
His expression calm, his eyes reflecting the ravaged city being devastated by the wolf pack and the red dragon, he smiled, "If so, then let your god descend into the material world, and let me see how much He weighs."
Solem, the god of the Frost Giants.
A divine incarnation of a giant god descending, Garon's current strength is probably not enough to overcome.
However, if it comes to shaking people directly, based on his understanding of himself, Garon would definitely be eager to kill a divine incarnation in the future.
Hearing the irreverence and even derogatory tone in Garon's words, Barton's gaze turned furious, struggling violently, the ice crystal inside starting to crack, but still far from breaking.
"You know nothing of the power of the gods."
"Disrespecting the deities, you will die for your arrogance and ignorance!"
Garon glanced at Barton, shook his head slightly.
This guy is still shouting, clearly not afraid of death.
In that case.
Garon grinned, opening the dimensional space, and pulled out a head-sized ghastly green crystal ball, pinching it between his fingertips.
"Insolent and ignorant dragon, you"
Shhh! With a fierce poke, the dragon claw pierced through the Dark Frost Giant's head, stirring forcefully, silencing its angry roars.
Magic flowed into the crystal ball, which immediately started spinning in the air, hovering above the Dark Frost Giant's corpse, emitting waves of green light, enveloping the Dark Frost Giant's body.
Quickly, an invisible pulling force emerged from above the crystal ball.
A fist-sized, evil aura-filled black soul was pulled out from the giant's massive corpse.
The soul looked exactly like Barton, though much smaller and semi-transparent, with a mix of anger, reluctance, and a hint of anticipation on its face, slowly opening its eyes.
"Great Solem, your follower returns to Your embrace today"
The voice abruptly stopped.
Looking up at the immense, mocking silver dragon, fear appeared on Barton's face for the first time, and the soul trembled.
"How can you use necromancy!"
Garon chuckled, his words sharp as a knife: "Did you think I would give you the chance for your soul to return to the divine kingdom?"
The crystal ball was from Harlis, this legendary lich's collection was quite rich.
It is known as the Soul Cage, a nefariously legendary item capable of binding the souls of the deceased, thereby driving their bodies. If willing, it could also torture the soul day and night.
There's a reason other schools of magic consider necromancers evil; no creature wishes for their soul to be manipulated and tormented after death.
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Although the Delay Spell was weakened, the power of time stop is not something the Dark Frost Giant could resist.
Its body stiffened completely, maintaining the posture of swinging its arms round, fiercely wielding its giant axe. The forces of darkness and frost entwined on the axe blade, as well as the giant blade aura that seemed to tear apart space, remained motionless.
After a third ring of black scales grew on his body, Garon's time stop became stronger, expanding the range from one hundred meters to over three hundred meters.
The silver dragon did not pause at all, bypassing the giant blade aura in front of it, extending its claws shimmering with silver light, grasping the Dark Frost Giant's head entirely, and then tightening its grip forcefully.
Crack crack, the grating sound of metal friction rang out.
Garon's claws could easily crush magical metals, but they only left dents and cracks on the opponent's helmet, unable to directly destroy it and crush its head.
Time stop consumes a great deal of the power of time, preventing Garon from maintaining the time stop for too long.
He attempted to attack the other parts of his opponent, only to find that the guy's armor was absurdly hard.
The giant axe and armor were a set of legendary equipment, exceptionally high in quality.
"I always lack some destructive means; I need to accelerate learning higher-tier spells."
Garon was very clear about his situation.
The Dark Frost Giant in front of him was not yet four hundred years old, still in its prime. Being legendary obviously indicated extraordinary talent, and attacking with the breath of time wasn't very effective.
As for using the expulsion of the breath of time, the stronger and larger the target, the more power of time and magic it requires. Moreover, during the time the opponent is banished, it continuously consumes power.
If it were just an ordinary legend, it would be fine.
To banish an eighteen-meter-tall legendary giant wearing powerful equipment from the flow of time, Garon did not want to bear such consumption.
"Enough destructive means."
After consuming nearly half of his power of time, Garon's eyes lit up, thinking of a solution.
He looked at the Dark Frost Giant frozen in time, began to mutter spells softly, constructing a spell.
As the final note of the spell chanting fell, ripples appeared in the space where the Dark Frost Giant was, then it wrinkled and shattered layer by layer like a mirror.
Sixth-tier spell: Plane Collapse!
The area of space shattered by Plane Collapse wasn't large, after all, it was a sixth-tier spell.
At the chest of the Dark Frost Giant, a collapse the size of a millstone appeared, causing the armor there to crack densely.
Garon willed it, and the power of time was consumed again, replicating the spell from the past second.
Layered Casting: Plane Collapse!
Crack crack crack. The cracks spread like branching lightning across the Dark Frost Giant's armor.
Plane Collapse increased the consumption of the time stop, Garon was somewhat overwhelmed, but since the spell had been successfully cast, he also dispelled the time stop.
The moment time resumed flowing, the Dark Frost Giant roared, then suddenly stopped.
It did not perceive the power of time.
Barton only felt a blur before his eyes, and the silver dragon had already appeared in front of him, instinctively wanting to directly attack with the actual body of the Winter Giant Axe.
But just as it thought to move, it found itself facing powerful tearing forces from different directions, like being stuck in quicksand, with its armor continuously breaking apart, followed by intense pain as if being flayed.
"What's happening?"
"Why did space suddenly shatter?"
Barton didn't understand what had happened, its perception of time still stuck before Garon's time stop, oblivious to the events that occurred during the time stop.
Shocked, Barton burst forth with evil spiritual light and frosty cold air, trying to break free from the continuously breaking and collapsing space.
Garon wouldn't give it such a chance.
Ignoring the consumption of magic and the power of time, he performed several layered castings, Plane Collapse reemerged rapidly.
This mid-tier sixth spell, combined with time stop, unleashed its true killing potential.
"Damn it!"
Barton roared in anger, his face twisted in pain.
By the time the effect of Plane Collapse ended, Barton was covered in blood, with not a single intact spot on its body.
Garon's gaze was sharp, his body moved.
His sharp dragon claws reached out, gripping Barton's shoulder holding the giant axe, then forcefully tore it off.
Shriek! Blood splattered.
The vision of Barton, already darkening, screamed in pain as an arm was directly torn off, bleeding profusely.
The legendary giant axe, not yet shattered, was seized by Garon, magic eroded into it, suppressing its resistance trembling, then a breath of frost dragon breath froze it, followed by some protective item sealing spells, directly thrown into the dimensional space.
With severe injuries and the loss of legendary equipment, Barton no longer posed a threat to Garon.
The black giant's eyes burned with angry flames, glaring at Garon, swinging its blood-drenched left arm towards Garon's head.
Now weak, due to the considerable consumption of the power of time, Garon didn't use the Delay Spell again, yet its movements were still slow enough to be clearly visible.
Garon tilted his head back to dodge the opponent's powerless strike, his silver dragon tail, with the force of splitting mountains and rocks, whipped the Dark Frost Giant's waist.
Boom! The already battered body was directly whipped away, crashing into several large houses covered in scorch marks, falling to the ground.
Barton's body was buried under house debris and a large amount of dust kicked up, trembling, barely standing up with one arm.
Icy blue frost dragon breath came face to face, layer upon layer, freezing the Dark Frost Giant's body below the neck in ice blocks.
"Shatter for me!"
Barton growled lowly, exerting effort.
The ice block trembled and shook but did not break.
Now, Barton was extremely weak, no longer possessing the strength to break through the frost dragon breath.
The dragon claws grabbed the ice crystal, throwing the giant onto a higher city wall.
Then, with emotionless, cold eyes, the platinum dragon pupil stared at the Dark Frost Giant.
"I said, my rage would drown this city."
"Enjoy it."
Garon said calmly, turned his gaze away, standing on the city wall, looking towards the city.
With the help of the red dragon, crystal dragon, and spellcasters, the wolf pack had already charged into the Frost City, roaring and rampaging, pinning down frost giants among the ruins, tearing them into pieces with crisscrossing wolf teeth.
The red dragon flapped its wings, soaring back and forth in the air, scorching the ground with dragon breath.
The flames that Barton had extinguished not long ago were reignited in Frost City, burning fiercely.
Nikenina, by nature kind-hearted, watched from the air as the battle turned one-sided, not taking action herself.
From the towering city walls, the open view allowed Garon to take in these scenes.
Of course, Barton saw them too.
Veins bulged on its forehead, eyes burning with rage, roaring nonstop
.
"The great Solem watches over His devout followers. He will take you to the endless abyss of His divine prison in the cold hell, where you will eternally languish!"
The enemy's roars and threats, at times, are no less pleasing to the ear than praises sung.
Garon did not look at Barton.
His expression calm, his eyes reflecting the ravaged city being devastated by the wolf pack and the red dragon, he smiled, "If so, then let your god descend into the material world, and let me see how much He weighs."
Solem, the god of the Frost Giants.
A divine incarnation of a giant god descending, Garon's current strength is probably not enough to overcome.
However, if it comes to shaking people directly, based on his understanding of himself, Garon would definitely be eager to kill a divine incarnation in the future.
Hearing the irreverence and even derogatory tone in Garon's words, Barton's gaze turned furious, struggling violently, the ice crystal inside starting to crack, but still far from breaking.
"You know nothing of the power of the gods."
"Disrespecting the deities, you will die for your arrogance and ignorance!"
Garon glanced at Barton, shook his head slightly.
This guy is still shouting, clearly not afraid of death.
In that case.
Garon grinned, opening the dimensional space, and pulled out a head-sized ghastly green crystal ball, pinching it between his fingertips.
"Insolent and ignorant dragon, you"
Shhh! With a fierce poke, the dragon claw pierced through the Dark Frost Giant's head, stirring forcefully, silencing its angry roars.
Magic flowed into the crystal ball, which immediately started spinning in the air, hovering above the Dark Frost Giant's corpse, emitting waves of green light, enveloping the Dark Frost Giant's body.
Quickly, an invisible pulling force emerged from above the crystal ball.
A fist-sized, evil aura-filled black soul was pulled out from the giant's massive corpse.
The soul looked exactly like Barton, though much smaller and semi-transparent, with a mix of anger, reluctance, and a hint of anticipation on its face, slowly opening its eyes.
"Great Solem, your follower returns to Your embrace today"
The voice abruptly stopped.
Looking up at the immense, mocking silver dragon, fear appeared on Barton's face for the first time, and the soul trembled.
"How can you use necromancy!"
Garon chuckled, his words sharp as a knife: "Did you think I would give you the chance for your soul to return to the divine kingdom?"
The crystal ball was from Harlis, this legendary lich's collection was quite rich.
It is known as the Soul Cage, a nefariously legendary item capable of binding the souls of the deceased, thereby driving their bodies. If willing, it could also torture the soul day and night.
There's a reason other schools of magic consider necromancers evil; no creature wishes for their soul to be manipulated and tormented after death.
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If you're going to stockpile, please just hit the auto-subscribe button.
Please, I'm begging you.
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