How a Reincarnated Warlock Lives – Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Ice and the Royal Palace (2)

I looked around.

The spreading light. Blue blood spreading through the city’s veins.

The scale of it spreading out in the darkness was endless.

Along with the chilling energy, noisy friction sounds echoed from all over the place. The sleeping city was awakening at the king’s call.

-I expected it.

A voice came at the same time. From the depths of the Frost Storm Fortress, a voice like a midwinter blizzard flowed out, empowered by magic.

-Six Catacombs have been closed.

This is the city of the Frost Giants, an ancient race. It wasn’t a place that could be breached with any underhanded tactics.

Of course, I had no intention of avoiding a fight. If I had, I wouldn’t have come down here alone in the first place.

“Isn’t the evidence too weak?”

The words that flowed from my mouth, along with a white breath, were too insignificant compared to the vast city. But the magical power contained within them reached the throne in the depths, past the enormous fortress, without any obstruction.

Kurrr. Laughter like thunder could be heard.

-From the Hesterica Church’s Inquisition to the Cradle of Lactya Sibellia.

The king’s voice was heard.

-With tremendous luck, it might have been possible once or twice. But six times, the culprit is only one. Because there’s only one person with such ability.

Kooong. Frost Giants, frozen and asleep all over the city, were walking out.

Some of them even seemed to have been part of the buildings, breaking through the city walls as they revealed themselves.

Countless corpses, frozen in death and resurrected by evil power. And the Frost Giants, the residents of this Mipsrogen.

-Astrid Elliger.

My name, carried on the cold wind. There were no more words.

I slowly raised my hand towards the enemies who were showing clear hostility towards me.

“Well then.”

There’s nothing to hold back.

The amount of demonic energy absorbed from the past six Catacombs, especially from Radechione’s Volcano after killing the High Priest and absorbing everything…

“Let the ghosts of the long-past…”

Even compared to the past standards, it wasn’t lacking.

“Have a deep conversation.”

As I finished speaking, a black energy like fog swelled and rose around me.

🔹🔹🔹

Passs. The red stone in my hand, heating up, floated into the air.

The Hell Summoning Stone left over from the Pudicitia Catacomb, which I had visited through the Great Forest.

The object of immense value, stolen directly from the High Priest there, began to crumble like powder.

There was nothing to regret. It was an object that could only be used once anyway. Standing alone in the middle of a city full of enemies, now might be the perfect moment.

Paat. The shadow that stretched out beneath my feet formed the shape of a clear magic circle.

Creating a rift between the material world and the negative dimension, a task that required the utmost complexity and precision. But there was no shaking or hesitation.

Numerical inferiority is…

─!

Something to overcome.

The magic circle and spell were completed at an incredible speed. There was no magician, past or present, who could match me in high-speed chanting.

Whooosh!

As if they weren’t going to just watch, a sharp, cold storm swirled out from the depths of the fortress.

A coldness incomparable to what I had faced outside.

‘Pertamun’s Unfeeling Curtain.’

But my reaction was immediate as well.

Separate from the spiderweb-like magic circle, the activated defensive spell blocked the space between me and the frost storm.

Pssss.

White frost could be seen forming on the undulating black curtain. A chilling coldness that fiercely pounded the curtain. But as I stretched out my hand and concentrated my demonic energy, Pertamun’s Unfeeling Curtain pushed back the frost storm and firmly blocked the entrance to the main fortress beyond the drawbridge.

I wouldn’t be able to block Enmodlado’s breath for long, but that was just a stall tactic anyway. Turning my head, I calmly formed hand seals.

Soon, the Hellish characters intertwined in a complex manner, creating a rift in the air.

This is an ancient city located beneath the glacier, deep underground. But the owners of the sounds slowly emanating from beyond the gloomy, surging rift originated from a place far deeper.

Koooong!

On the other side of the drawbridge, the Frost Giants, awakened by the king’s call, were walking towards me. They were walking, but due to their large strides, their enormous bodies were approaching at a tremendous speed.

Beneath their feet, the army of frozen corpses was also approaching. Many of them were crushed under the feet of the giants who were walking without regard for formation, but no one here cared about that.

Grooooowl.

The moment the Frost Giants, with their frost-covered bodies, cold, blue skin, and monstrous muscles and limbs, reached the front of the drawbridge…

─!

The rift created by the magic circle tore a deep wound in the dimension, and a giant forepaw was thrust through the torn gap.

A foot that appeared through the gap in the empty air. The green-tinged claws gleamed ferociously, as if craving the air of the material world.

Kaaaaaaa!

The beast, fully revealing itself by tearing through the widening rift.

A monstrous beast with four legs and a ferocious snout, but unlike any beast that exists on earth, roared fiercely.

Of course, that was just the beginning.

Starting with the first beast that rushed out, Beurehatan, the beings that answered my call began to cross over from beyond the dimensional gate.

The Ninety-Nine Beasts of Hell.

The unparalleled Grand Summoning spell. One of the specialties of the Black Mage Astrid unfolded in the city of the giants, Mipsrogen.

“Trample them.”

With the words uttered softly, the beasts that landed on the huge drawbridge charged fiercely towards the Frost Giants approaching us.

🔹🔹🔹

Kwaaang!

Mipsrogen, the city of the Frost Giants, which had been submerged in cold silence for probably hundreds of years, was now the noisiest place on earth.

Smoke from the hot blood and flesh, and the heat from friction, was thick everywhere.

Kaaaaaaa!

The mouth of a monstrous beast that looked like a giant toad opened wide. Its mouth, which occupied half of its body, bit down hard on the thick neck of a Frost Giant.

Grooooowl. The giant, in pain, swung its blue arms wildly. However, due to the beast’s skin, covered in slippery mucus, it couldn’t land a proper blow.

Flutter. A beast, flapping its four pairs of seemingly torn wings, soared above the city, aiming its three tails downwards and scattering a transparent liquid.

Chiiiiik!

Karihajabeu’s bodily fluids, containing powerful acid, fell all over the city, corroding the giants and buildings.

It was a clear fact that the Frost Giants sleeping in the city were a powerful force. If they all marched south at once, the Church in the south would probably find it difficult to handle.

But the same was true for the Ninety-Nine Beasts of Hell.

The sounds of tearing, scratching, and biting. The fierce roars of the giants resisting them filled my ears.

Of course, the beasts weren’t unharmed.

I saw a dozen giants surrounding a single beast, beating it to a pulp with their heavy arms and fists.

Paat. At the same time, several black lances I threw pierced the giants’ necks and chests.

A situation where I was only providing support fire from the rear, with a reliable vanguard in front, was the optimal environment for a mage.

My magic, fired almost simultaneously, flew towards various parts of the city of the giants, pulsating blue.

Kwaaang!

As one of the city’s spires, hit directly by a giant javelin, collapsed…

─!

A furious roar erupted from within the fortress.

Crack. The black curtain that had been blocking the coldness inside was torn apart mercilessly like a flimsy cloth.

A white coldness, almost like light, burst out, filling the surroundings with a thick fog.

“Astrid!”

And a giant voice, not through magic, but a real voice.

The giant’s roar, filled with immense rage. With a thumping sound, the king of the city finally revealed himself.

The King of the Frost Giants, Enmodlado.

Unable to contain his anger at his kingdom defiled with blood and flesh, the king finally walked out.

The Giant race wasn’t one that suited the word’ordinary’in the first place, but Enmodlado was significantly larger than even ordinary giants.

Large enough to befitting the title of King of the Frost Giants.

Thump, thump.

Behind him, walking out of the fortress with a heavy tremor, a white cloak billowed as if dragging down a piece of winter.

Clank. The axe in his hand, larger than most giant siege weapons, was carving deep marks into the hard ground.

A dangerous magical power shimmered and condensed on the transparent blade of the axe, as cold as a glacier.

“You’d better not think about returning alive, mage.”

The words uttered as he looked directly at me on the drawbridge. He didn’t seem to care about my completely different appearance compared to before.

Naturally. The High Priest of the Industriousness Catacomb. The King of the Frost Giants, who had lived for a long time, would know that a superficial appearance was not important.

Growl. As he raised his giant axe, dark clouds began to gather in the empty sky of the city.

It was clearly an artificial phenomenon. This was an underground city located beneath a glacier. There was no atmosphere in the dark sky of the city.

But as if responding to Enmodlado’s raised axe, the sky of Mipsrogen flashed and thunder rumbled.

“What’s the fuss? We’re in the same boat.”

I lightly retorted his words and waved my hand. My body then floated into the air, defying gravity.

Enmodlado, now looking up at me, had a ferocious smile on his face.

Crrrr. A beast, looking around for its next prey, spotted the towering King of the Giants and started running fiercely.

Kraaa. Beurehatan, which devours its prey whole, bones and all, leaped towards the King of the Frost Giants, its mouth wide open, revealing its giant fangs.

“How dare you.”

But with Enmodlado’s short words…

Crack. The beast’s movement stopped completely.

The axe hadn’t even moved.

An empty hand, moving in an instant, grabbed Beurehatan’s neck. And then…

Rip. Literally, it tore the beast’s mouth apart.

The beast, turned into a lump of meat without even a scream. I whistled softly at the spectacle. As expected, a monstrous strength.

“You must have come prepared, mage.”

Enmodlado, who then casually tossed Beurehatan’s corpse away like a piece of paper, turned his gaze towards me, floating in the air.

“Of course.”

With my short reply, the air around me began to swirl.

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