Chapter 458 (1/2)

Book 4, Chapter 76 – War God's Fall

At eighty years of age, Skye Polaris was long past his priht to a field of battle was no less catastrophic than the Crimson One's

While the three who faced hiether they still weren't even aIf the two groups were to switch places, they'd have without question been consuation Fire Of course, this was all built on the preht

Skye's strength was spent after days of battle The vile sneak attack was sapping him of what little power remained, and had left hier ends told of several Gods this foul weapon was responsible for killing

While Skye was said to possess the physique of a God, it wasn't enough to protect hier The dark power locked within it had been injected into hiainst living tissue, turning it into rotted filth that infected everything around it

Skye's majestic face had taken on a dusky, sickly tone His body had become the site of a fierce and deadly battle, where his vitality warred against the putrefying taint of dehts no one thought the huth e from old wounds were never coht he cultivated to keep the sequelae fro him

Death and Decay was like fuel on a fire All at once, those dozens of old wounds and illnesses flared up Mr Ink's toxic bite led to a chain reaction, a tide of collapse He could feel his organs starting to decay as black blood trickled from every orifice He couldn't stop it

All of his strength was draining, like dew beneath the ht, he couldn't defend himself

What Skye needed to do was flee as far and as fast as he could Maybe there would be a way to save hi hi to let him flee and expose their dark deeds

Frost groped at every opportunity Leaping at his target once again, where Frozen Dirge passed bloo swirled and danced, for into a storm of ice and snow The te cone and in the blink of an eye crashed into Skye's body

There was a scream The attack landed The world all around became a universe of icy crystals!

Skye's body withstood the storm In fact, not a scratch could be seen There wasn't even a trace of frost on his body and the ice broke across his skin like raindrops against a bronze statue For all of Frost's bluster he couldn't even pierce the old e

For now, Death and Decay's poas still sealed within him The outside of Skye's body was as impenetrable as ever!

Frost tried again, stabbing at Skye through the roaring tempest to try and skewer him

“fuck off, child!”

Hostility poured off Skye like stea out his chest to welcome Frost's spear It was impotently knocked away Skye then snatched at the weapon with lightning fast speed, grabbing it and holding it tight

Losing control of one's weapon was one of the greatest disgraces a soldier could suffer

Using his thick, calloused hands Skye wrenched the spear fro it back as though it were a used toothpick It took only a fewa massive explosion of sound When the shockwave struck Frost in the chest, it did so hat felt like several tons of force

Even the War-God's casual attacks contained frightening power! The spear was flung with enough force to punch right through Frost's body!

Frost felt the danger coe was his weapon, however, and as such he had a deep mental connection with it Just as the spear was about to pierce him he reached out with his mental powers, called on its resonance, and stopped it to the best of his ability At the same time his hand went to the po with all his ht to deflect the spear

Still its potent energy was traveled froh Frost's arms into his body An intense shudder rocked hi both arms

Nor did Frozen Dirge stop It was deflect to one side and darted off into the dust storm

The streak of icy blue energy dashed toward Mr Ink The beautiful and elegant weapon h that it tore off a chunk of his clothing Fro like a distant star until it faded entirely froh residual ih whatever it struck

All from Skye's listless throw!

“Die, you despicable rats!”

Skye charged at full bore All of the air and matter he passed was assaulted by a burst of violent power that caused everything to catch fire His two fists – capable of felling cities – were aiy body

It was a force comparable to a full blast from a warshi+p!

Clay would surely die if a strike like this landed He quickly summoned the aid if a defensive relic, but how h to protect him from Skye's ire?

One punch landed The whole world seemed to crack Clay's protective relic shattered

Blow-back fro a trail of blood behind More than a dozen bones snapped as he tumbled head over heels An injury this severe would confine him to bed rest for at least several months

Skye's boo voice was like thunder “Arcturus is a fool if he thinks you three are enough to stop me!”