Dungeon of Niflheim

Chapter 188

188 Chapter 188: Conflict with Bala (2)

Dark was filled with pure hatred towards Bala, this iron dragon had gone too far. He just snubbed his last few centuries of work, directly insulting his children, even suggesting that Gobuske wasn’t even worth living. Even for an elder dragon that’s far too arrogant. Dark believed that the S-rank monsters and sapient races must have forgotten their place in this world. They may be strong and powerful compared the rest of the world’s denizens, but they were a far cry from the realm of the Gods, especially one such as him.

Bala was sentenced to death in his mind, but first he’d allow Frost to deal some punishment on his behalf as well as his siblings, they really needed to vent their anger. Dark clearly noticed Yami’s and Aqua’s intentions to get involved the moment Frost moved. They too summoned their chakra and started to tense their legs in preparation to quickly assist and they weren’t the only ones. Bala had truly insulted his children and they were having none of it. Their pride was even greater than that of a dragon, they would not be insulted. Before they could move however, he took action.

His affable appearance instantly changed, too all his children it would simply seem as though he became much colder and threatening, similar to Yami in style but far more dangerous. But towards Bala and Maya he became something different entirely. He revealed his true form as an omnipotent God, emitting powerful waves of divine energy that pressurised both Bala and Maya.

Maya started to instinctively tremble in his presence, as though she was a rabbit in front of starving wolf, she felt like prey, powerless to resist. The air around her and her body felt heavy as though she was entombed in quicksand, everything seemed to slow down, even her thought process. Her movements to restrain Bala were stopped and it took all of her strength not to collapse to the floor. She hadn’t felt such a primal fear in so long....not since she was but a pup. It was in some way refreshing, letting her know that there was always someone higher than you, no matter how strong you become. She felt grateful and honoured for being able to enjoy such an experience. The people who have felt Dark’s true power could be counted on a single hand. Knowing that her young master was no longer in danger since Dark intervened, she closed her eyes and accepted Dark’s aura, no longer resisting, bathing in it so as to gleam some insight. If Dark wasn’t so furious towards Bala he would have had to stop and give Maya a praising look, her potential was quite high to be able to willingly succumb to the pressure and try learn from it. Even the most powerful of ancient dragons may not be able to do this yet Maya could....her future looked bright.

Bala however wasn’t just feeling divine pressure but immense pain, Dark’s effort were focused on him and him alone. Even with his mighty S-rank strength and natural physical capabilities as an iron dragon he was nothing in front of Dark. His body felt as though it was being shredded apart at the molecular level, the pain was indescribable. Divine energy was flooding his body and being controlled so easily by Dark, leaving no part of his internal structure undamaged. He would be screaming out in pain if he could, and blood would be pouring out of his body from this trillions of wounds but even his blood was eviscerated before it could leave his body. Although this seemed like a long time it was in fact just a couple seconds or even less, but at their level of strength a couple seconds can be the same as minutes, dragging out the moment. Dark went even further, extending the time around Bala so his agony lasted hours in just these couple seconds.

And to top it off while in extreme agony his aggressor had no idea of his situation. He had to stare at Frost’s ice covered fist get closer and closer to his face, unable to stop it. Eventually, however.

Boooooom!

Frost’s fist collided with Bala’s face releasing an amazing sound. Frost didn’t hold back in the slightest, giving this punch everything, he had and then some. The ice chakra collided with Bala’s face and should have shattered into a million pieces before the same thing happened to his fist. Bala was an iron dragon after all, he was sure to have a really hard body. Frost expected to have his hand be significantly injured from the blow, but he didn’t care and wanted to punch Bala regardless. What happened however was not in his expectations.

Frost felt as though he was punching a regular person’s face, in fact it was incredibly soft, as though all the bones had been turned into mush. He felt very little resistance at all, if any, so his ice chakra didn’t fragment but stayed together as Bala’s face visibly dented. His fist sunk in deep, and he could hear minor cracks as Bala’s nose, orbital and cheek bones shattered under his fist as it moved deeper and deeper. Bala was still unable to move under Dark’s pressure and could feel that his body had lost all durability and resistance. He felt as though his body was weak and squishy and his bones covered in billions of minute cracks, just waiting to be pulverised. He’d never felt so weak in his entire life.

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Frost’s fist continued to cave in his face, and he could feel his facial structure rearrange itself to accommodate the shape of Frost’s fist, before the ensuing force started to push back his neck and body.

Frost knew something wasn’t right but at this point that was a good thing. Not feeling resistance from Bala and feeling that his punch was now in the pushing phase he gave his arm another burst of strength, causing it to violently bulge a little. Under his robes you’d be able to see his veins protruding along his muscles as he did this.

Don!

With increased force, Bala’s neck was forced violently backwards, his spine fracturing under the pressure. He was lifted from his feet as his back was forcibly bent and Bang!

Bala’s body crashed onto the floor, smashed down by Frost’s fist leaving a large crater, with Bala in the centre. Blood started to pool out from the iron dragons body as his body started to convulse. He could finally move once again, well tremble. His bone and muscles were shattered making any regular movement impossible, the pain however wasn’t dulled in the slightest.

“Ugyhayyhajiiaiaa!” An incomprehensible howl escaped from Bala, astonishing all those present. Everyone who was ready to support Frost and fight against Bala were stunned still. This outcome was far from what they expected. Yami and Aqua, moved first, regardless of what happened they still chose to come and support Frost in his actions, rushing to his side.

Frost at this point was staring at his own fist that was still covered in ice, his eyes showed confusion and shock. He more than anyone else knew exactly what he was capable of strength wise, so he was the most astonished by the outcome. His eyes then drifted over toward the convulsing and howling Bala, frowning as he thought back to the feeling of his body against his fist, something wasn’t right.

“Haaaaaaaaaaa” at this moment while everyone was still in a confused state and having to suffer from Bala’s howls Dark released a deep sigh. He removed his hand from Gobuske’s shoulder allowing his son to move and talk once again before moving closer towards Frost, Yami and Aqua. This action caused them all to look his way with curious gazes, they knew that this old man had to have done something.

With a flick of his wrist, a magic crest appeared beneath Bala and encapsulated him in a black egg before vanishing him from the room, the howls left with him, bringing a more pleasant atmosphere -the floor was still cracked in places, however.

“Apologies Frost, I saw that you wanted to act but I interfered a little.” Dark spoke a single line without a shred of guilt, he too was angry as a father, him not acting was impossible, plus if he didn’t Frost may have died or at the very least been heavily injured. He didn’t exactly state what he did and wouldn’t, just saying that he was responsible for the unusual situation.

Yami and Aqua frowned in response, getting the subtle feeling that they shouldn’t ask any questions and just accept the situation as is. Frost was fine and Bala was punished so there wasn’t anything they could really complain about.

Frost however was having mixed feelings, grateful that Dark acted thus saving his fist from shattering and whatever else Bala decided to do to him in retaliation but also annoyance from the old man interfering. If he was going to solve it himself why not do it sooner or in a more upfront way. Even though he was the one that punched Bala he still had no idea what was going on with his body, it was so weird. It felt like punching a dried out brittle log that was encased in some kind of jelly, not that pleasant a punching material.

He looked Dark in the eyes and asked, “what’s going to happen to him?” His gaze was cold as though he wouldn’t care if the answer was torturing in the deepest levels of hell, he just wanted to know.