Dungeon of Niflheim

82 Chapter 82: Assaulting the compound (3)

Receiving Bastion’s strong and determined gaze, Leo was filled with relief. Bastion’s strength was integral to their plan and one of their lynchpins. Bastion had to hold back two elite guards who were not much weaker than himself and in their prime age. The burden placed on him was unimaginable, but they had no alternative, they were already short on trustworthy manpower.

Bastion knew of the risks but volunteered anyway, given Leo and Luna assurances that he’d be fine. Bastion couldn’t go against the magic user who was easily a B-rank mage since he was at severe disadvantage in that match-up. The hope was that Ryuu would be able to defeat the mage and reinforce Bastion before he’s overrun. Or if possible, for them to fight the elite guards together in a 2 vs 3 match up. However, there’s no way that would happen. Adam knew that Ryuu and Bastion had been working together for decades, their teamwork was impeccable.

He’d be a fool to allow them to work together, his elite guards were also in agreement. They knew their limits in regards to teamwork, no they’d fight separately as that’s their specialty.

“Good, then if everyone’s ready let’s head on in.” With their goal and destination now in sight, it was time to move.

Leo grabbed Luna’s hand as he led the group inside, he knew the way to the second basement at least and could act as a guide.

Bastion followed closely behind them with his eyes darting around in preparation for an attack, Adam wouldn’t just have guards outside the manor.

Before joining Bastion, Ryuu gave a look towards Frost who still had a cruel smile on his face and his fist inches from the goons face even though he spilled the beans.

Frost turned around to face Ryuu making sure he kept the goon’s vision blocked with his back and head.

Ryuu used his thumb to draw a line on his neck before turning around, he gestured for Frost to kill the goon now that they had their information.

.....

Frost smiled knowingly, giving a curt nod before turning back to face the goon who looked strangely relieved.

“Y... you’ll keep your word right; you’ll end this pain?” The goon looked up at Frost as if he were some kind of angel even though Frost was the one the put him in this position.

“Of course, I’m a man of my word.” He replied with a gentle smile on his face before lowering his hand, no longer waving a fist in the goons face, or performing a kabedon.

The goon smiled in relief a few tears dripping down his face.

‘Finally, he’ll remove this bolt and heal me.’ The goon felt as though this situation was some kind of revelation, he’d leave the service of Adam and his thug life, perhaps he’d become an adventurer or take up some run of the mill respectable trade. His future life flashed before his eyes as he looked at Frost with gratitude.

Frost still with a gentle smile on his face spoke a single word.

“Goodbye” and with that he used ice chakra to summon a small sharp ice dagger which he used to swiftly slashed the goon’s neck dissipating the dagger back into mana particles.

‘Eh?’ The goon couldn’t fathom what just happened, his neck suddenly felt cold, and his vision was quickly darkening. With his last ounce of strength, he looked towards Frost in confusion.

‘You said you’d heal me.’ He couldn’t vocalise anymore so he could only speak with his eyes.

“I said I’d end your pain not heal you... your pain has now ended, and you’ll never feel it again.” Frost kept his word, he never planned on healing the goon, it was beyond his abilities anyway. He promised him a quick death nothing more and nothing less.

The goon died full of anger and regret, but as Frost promised it was quick and painless, he only felt cold.

Frost dissipated the ice bolt that was supporting the goon’s body causing it to slump down joining the other door guardsmen that Ryuu killed.

“That makes 10” Frost felt another dose of DP enter him.

“[clean]”

Frost activated some simple lifestyle magic as well as the robes inherent cleaning function before stepping over the new corpse and following after Leo and the rest. There were many more kills to be made this night, so Frost was thankful that he had Maya teach him some cleaning magic. Otherwise, his beautiful robes and mask would be dyed red by the time he returned to the Furano manor.

Although Frost would admit that he was sort of a battle junkie, being covered in other people’s blood was not something he was fond of. It smelled and didn’t really match his personality, he preferred white and blue not red.

Other than the unlucky guard who was crushed by the flying door their grouped didn’t encounter any other guards, well they did encounter a few but they ran for their lives at the first sight of them. So, thanks to this they made their way to the first basement without interruption and in under ten minutes.

The entrance to the first basement was a massive doorway- big enough for transporting large, smuggled cargo- there was no door barring their path just a set of dark stone stairs and an eerie silence.

The situation was screaming trap, Adam wasn’t even trying to appear subtle. Down in the first basement he probably summoned the majority of his internal manor guards to this one location forcing Frost and the rest to fight their way through if they did ever reach this point.

Of course, this was all guesses, they wouldn’t actually know until they walked down those steps.

“This is the entrance to the first basement, below there are at least five rooms which will most likely be filled with more goons. We’ll have to fight our way through to the second basement and then finally the third.” Leo spoke without fear, explaining their situation. He did however wonder what would lie beyond this first group of goons. He fully expected for there to be guards within the manor but whether or not Adam employed a hidden force was anyone’s guess.

“I guess it’s my time to take over then.” Frost spoke up in anticipation, it was his job to mainly take care of their upcoming enemies so as Bastion and Ryuu could save their strength to combat the elite guards. Of course, Leo and Luna would be assisting him, but the majority would be killed by him.

‘I can taste the DP already.’ Frost licked his lips fully eager to rush down and start a massacre.

“Yes Frost-senpai it’s your time to shine.” Leo smiled gratefully towards Frost as he patted his shoulder. Frost would lead the charge in the front followed by Luna and Leo. Ryuu and Bastion would cover the rear and only take actions if necessary.

“Perfect” with Leo patting his shoulder and moving behind his back, Frost’s smile grew and appeared evil once again, he can let loose.

‘The internal guards should be a little stronger making this even more enjoyable.’

Frost moved down the stone staircase with purpose, not going slow in the slightest, in fact he was almost running down.

“Hahahaha” Ryuu and Bastion lightly laughed, they held Luna and Leo back for a little while so as to allow Frost some fun.

‘It’s really dark down here.’ Frost could barely see the next step in front of him let alone the entrance to the first room, the lamps spaced down the stairwell were all out, plunging him into darkness.

Twannnng Fwoooosh

Suddenly Frost felt danger and heard the string of a bow being released and an arrow piercing through the air. Instinctively he swung his glaive at the oncoming arrow smashing it to splinters.

Frost smiled with excitement; his blood started to boil.

‘Now that’s more like it.’ He swung his glaive once more to destroy a second arrow that was aimed at his chest.

“Let’s have some fun then hahaha.” Frost laughed maniacally as he increased his speed down the stairs. He leaped forward in the direction that the arrows were shot from, his glaive poised ahead to deflect anymore shots sent his way.

“Fuck!” As a third arrow was deflected by Frost’s glaive the one responsible for the arrows panicked, Frost would be on him in less than a second and he didn’t specialise in close combat.

He turned around in full retreat knowing that he failed.

Frost could now see the archer thanks to light being shone in from the next room. Still in flight from his jump he licked his lips as the archer turned his back towards him in order to flee.

“Leaving so soon, we can’t have that!” Frost shouted as he channelled his mana into his right hand.

“[ice bolt]”

Frost sent his own arrow towards the archer in revenge. Just like with the archer having an advantage in accuracy due to the narrow walls of the stair wall this also aided Frost’s ice bolt. There was no dodging, the archer needed to block.

“Shit! Bruno!” The archer trembled as his body felt a strong sense of danger, he wouldn’t make it to the next room. He needed help.

“Got it” A deep rough voice responded to the archer before a stocky dwarf with a large metal shield charged in front and took on the ice bolt.

Baaaaang!

As the ice bolt struck against the metal shield, it generated an incredible bang as though metal was striking metal.

“Ugh” Bruno grunted at the impact, even with his large shield his arm still felt some of the impact, causing it to become numb. Unfortunately for him this battle was far from over.

Thud!

Frost landed squarely in front of Bruno, there wasn’t much space at the bottom of the stairs. The archer had already escaped to the next room thanks to Bruno leaving just the two of them.

Frost analysed the dwarf before him, his shield in particular that managed to safely block his ice bolt without even a scratch.

‘Tsk looks like it wasn’t strong enough.’ Frost clicked his tongue in annoyance before raising his glaive up high above his shoulders. If magic wasn’t going to work, he’d just cleave it apart with his glaive.

Bruno’s entire body was trembling, and cold sweat was flooding down his back, his entire body was telling him to run. To him Frost dressed in white with a mask and large glaive looked like a grim reaper ready to smite him. The strong blood lust and killing intent being generated by Frost was just icing on the cake. The only reason Bruno didn’t join the archer in fleeing was thanks to his experience, he knew that the moment he showed his back to Frost he’d die.

With no other recourse Bruno widened his stance and reinforced his large shield with his other hand entering a full-on bulwark.

‘Defend defend defend’ Bruno repeated this in his head as he waited for Frost to strike with his glaive. He had some confidence in his shield.

‘Interesting’ Frost smiled with intrigue as he tensed his arm putting some extra force into his swing.

The glaive cut through the air with such force and speed that it generated a wind blade, no way could a goon’s shield withstand such a blow.

However, the instant before the glaive struck the metal shield Bruno shouted.

“[Rampart]” With Bruno’s voice the metal shield suddenly gave off a blue shine rapidly multiplying it’s defensive properties. Bruno had a shield skill and a fairly competent one at that.

Baaaaaaannnnnnnnnggggggggg!!!

The sound made from this clash was nothing like the last, the walls and stairs shook violently in response and loose dust fell from the ceiling.

Frost’s arms were sent reeling back and he was forced to take several steps backwards to prevent falling down. His arms were trembling, the gaps between his fingers split open under the pressure, leaking blood. This was the first time Frost had ever bled outside of the dungeon.

His glaive though vibrating with extreme force was undamaged, not even a single blemish or minor crack could be seen through the shaft or blade edge, it lived up to its name as a quasi-4 star weapon.

This situation caught Frost unaware, never did he think he’d be on his backfoot due a pair of simple goons, they weren’t even one of the three elite bodyguards.

Frost took a deep breath and stamped hard upon the ground to stabilise himself, taking on a more cautious approach. He wouldn’t run recklessly like that again, who knows what other skills he may be faced with. Frost suddenly remembered the Assassin like character Alex who had a movement skill that allowed him to instantly transverse short distances, placing him behind his targets so as to stab them in the back.

‘Phew that was close.’ His eyes dimmed, no longer blinded by blood lust entering a much more dangerous state- for his enemies of course.