Dungeon of Niflheim

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Alex’s death

“[Ghost step]”

Alex used his movement skill for a third time. The consequences of using the skill again were milder than having his shoulder blown apart. Alex vanished from Frost’s vision but this time he wasn’t surprised, he expected as much. Frost quickly entered a defensive stance and looked around the area, prepared to use his chakra armour at any time.

However, the attack never came, Alex used his skill to retreat instead of advance. Alex appeared on the other side of the room after a short time. His face was pale, and his legs were visibly shaking, and this didn’t go unnoticed. Frost smirked, turning his body around he sent another [ice bolt] towards the now visible Alex before dashing in his direction.

“Mother fucker!” His legs were too strained for him to dodge; he was forced to block with his sword. The impact sent powerful vibrations down his body almost pushing his legs over the edge, but he stubbornly resisted, remaining upright. Frost arrived a moment later attacking with his glaive and sending punches and even kicks each reinforced with ice chakra. Alex couldn’t use [ghost step] again; he was forced to desperately block and dodge whenever he could however that had its limits.

“Ah!” After a few dozen attacks one finally struck true. Alex shouted in pain as he was sent flying by an ice-covered kick. His chest dented on impact, his sternum cracked, and some ribs broke. His internal organs were jostled about, and he started bleeding internally. The power behind Frost’s full-strength kick assisted by ice chakra was nothing to sneeze at, even the polar bear from earlier would be sent flying let alone a human like Alex.

Thud!

“Gyaaah!” Alex’s body thrashed against the hard walls causing him to scream once more. His body fell to the ground, he lay prone unable to get up, coughing violently.

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“Cough cough bleurgh!” Blood and bits of organs spurted out as he coughed, he was seriously injured.

‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’ Alex’s body was screaming in pain and his thoughts were erratic, he was clouded by anger and fear. He repeatedly attempted to stand up but was met with failure each time. He was done for.

Frost was panting heavily, the constant stream of full-strength attacks along with the precise control of chakra was exhausting. He couldn’t let up for a second otherwise Alex would have escaped or counterattacked. Frost shivered, Alex went for his eyes and groin a few times, very vicious. However, seeing Alex’s inability to stand allowed him to relax and breath out in relief.

“Looks like I win this duel of ours.” Frost spoke coldly, he walked over towards Alex dragging his glaive across the floor in order to put him down permanently. The screeching of the iron scraping against the stone floor sent panic through Alex, he violently struggled to get up and when that failed, he crawled dragging his injured body towards the exit.

“You’ve lost Alex stop this futile struggle it’s pathetic.” Frost frowned in displeasure but continued to walk at a leisurely pace.

“Shut up!” Alex ignored Frost and continued to crawl to the exit without any elegance or pride. He left a significant blood trail as his chest scraped against the floor, but he didn’t care he wanted to live.

“Do you know who I am? who I work for? You’re nothing, you can’t kill me!” Alex began screeching threats.

Frost caught up with Alex and used his glaive to pin down his leg preventing him from moving any further.

“Enough I don’t give two shits about who you work for, even if it was an emperor, I’d still kill you.” Frost lifted his glaive off Alex’s leg and raised it high above his head.

“Die!” The moment he spoke Frost swung his glaive down towards Alex’s neck aiming to decapitate him in a single swing.

“Nooooo!” Alex swung round violently; his face looked horrifyingly fierce. He looked straight into Frost’s eyes before spitting out three needles at his face. Expecting some sort of last-ditch effort, Frost prepared himself. He rapidly turned his head away successfully escaping being pierced however one of them scraped against his cheek causing Alex to madly laugh before the iron glaive separated his head from his shoulders.

The head flew several feet in the air before falling and rolling on the floor. The expression on his face was still mad, his mouth was locked in a smile and his eyes were open and bloodshot, a very disturbing image.

“It’s over.” Frost let out a deep sigh as the head stopped rolling but something still felt wrong. He raised his hand to his cheek, there was a slight cut there where the needle passed, and it was burning slightly.

“Congratulations young master, that was very entertaining.” Maya’s charming voice suddenly sounded from behind. She teleported into the room the instant Alex was beheaded. Seeing her young master covered in blood and the dead knight lying before his feet she felt proud but also hurt. Although he didn’t have any serious wounds, Frost’s entire body was riddled with small gashes even his face wasn’t spared. As Frost turned around to face her, she walked up to him and wiped away the blood that painted his face.

After wiping it all away she spoke. “Phew thank goodness that pretty face of yours is fine.” Frost felt a strong urge to smack this woman, was his looks all she cared about. As he frowned in anger and was about to tell her off, the burning on his cheek became more intense and his entire body suddenly felt painful. He looked towards Maya and saw panic in her face.

‘Shit!’ His legs suddenly grew weak, and he collapsed, luckily Maya caught his body and supported it.

“Poison! And quite a potent one.” Maya gnashed her teeth as she realised the problem, Frost’s face started to turn black starting from the cut cheek. Below the neck his veins protruded and turned dark purple appearing as though he had dark web like scars.

Frost had some resistance to basic poisons and venom, a gift from his father to increase his survivability however this poison was anything but basic. If it was anyone else, they may be dead already not just in immense pain. Maya’s eyes watered as she held Frost’s trembling body, she was full of guilt and felt helpless, poison wasn’t an area she specialised in.

“Hold on young master just hold on!” Maya screamed as she held back her tears. She infused some of her mana into his body to aid him in neutralising the poison but that was all she could do; Frost would have to rely primarily on his own strength and immune system to survive.

“Blackening of the blood and such quick spreading and this smell... wyvern venom.” Maya came to a realisation as the black wounds began to give off an acidic smell, she breathed a sigh of relief. Wyvern venom would not be fatal for Frost and wouldn’t leave any lingering damage. Wyverns were known as lesser dragons and even the weakest were C-rank monsters. At the end of their wings and claws were venom imbued barbs that would pierce their victims during battle. The purpose was to severely weaken their enemy and paralyse them. They could then safely kill and eat their target or escape if the enemy was stronger.

“Young master the poison isn’t strong enough to kill you and won’t leave any lasting damage however it will be extremely painful as it passes through your body. It should take around 3 hours to completely neutralise.” Frost was still conscious and could hear and understand what Maya was saying. His eyes were badly bloodshot as he stared up at her face, he struggled to speak but forced himself through the pain.

“C...can you n...not u...use healing m...magic?” He was momentarily relieved that he wouldn’t die from this but having to suffer from this pain for 3 hours wasn’t exactly pleasant either. His entire body felt as though it was tossed into a roaring fire and then sliced by hundreds of daggers, the pain was unbearable.

Maya bit her lip in frustration and a few tears trickled down her face creating a beautiful image, but Frost wasn’t in any shape to enjoy it.

“I can’t, healing spells would only magnify the pain... you need to endure it young master, it’s the only way.” Of course there was anti-venom potions and a subcategory of healing magic that specialised in poison removal, but Maya didn’t have access to either of them. All she could do was keep him company.

Maya teleported Frost and herself back into the private space. She then moved Frost onto her bed and rested his head on her lap. A bed was much more comfortable than the cold hard floor of their previous location.

Over the next 3 hours she cared for Frost as he endured the pain of the poison running through his system. Wiping sweat from his forehead with a damp cloth to holding him down when his body spasmed, it was a long three hours and one neither of them would forget.

“Ughhhh” after 3 hours the poison had completely run its course and Frost was no longer in pain, he just felt slightly numb. He looked upwards but his vision was blocked by a pair of large orbs, the back of his head was warm and slightly damp due to sweat but it was very soft and comfortable. His slight movements caused the large orbs to jiggle and a restrained moan to escape.

“Young master are you alright?” Maya’s charming voice spoke from beyond the large orbs. It was full of relief and exhaustion, caring for Frost in his poisoned state was emotionally taxing.

“I’m fine now Maya, thank you.” Frost weakly replied as he gradually regained feeling in his body.

“Sniffle” Frost suddenly heard sobbing above him before the large orbs smothered his face and Maya’s dainty white hands hugged his neck.

“Waaaahhhh!” Maya began to cry uncontrollably not realising that her large breasts were currently suffocating her young master. She was so happy that he was alive. Frost however was trapped unable to move or breath, a double-edged sword.

On one side this feeling was incredibly blissful, the weight and softness on his face as well as Maya’s fragrant scent resulted in a strong reaction from his lower body however the inability to breath caused pain in his lungs. He tried to speak but his voice was simply absorbed by the large amount of flesh resulting in nothing but a mumble. With Maya’s loud wailing there was no chance she’d hear.

As the significant tent at his lower extremities was protruding more and more and the fact, he was quickly running out of oxygen, Frost was forced to move. His quickly raised his hands looking for Maya’s face but came up empty. With his lungs about to collapse he had no choice, his hands moved and grabbed hold of Maya’s breasts not forgetting to fondle them a little.

“Ah!” Frost’s rough grabbing and kneading fingers caused Maya to release a moan, her sobbing quicky stopped and a pink blush appeared on her face and neck. Frost moved his hands gently up from her bountiful chest towards her neck and then her tear stained face. He cupped her chin and directed her gaze towards the large protrusion that she inadvertently caused before trying to speak once again. The vibrations of his voice sent a wave of pleasure through her chest causing her to release another moan before her body suddenly tensed up.

“Gyahhh!” Realising her provocative position and Frost’s instinctive reaction Maya screamed and jumped backwards covering her face with her hands in embarrassment. Frost now able to breathe took a deep breath of much needed air, he then sat up and stretched.

“Finally, I can breathe.” He looked accusatory towards Maya’s chest. In response she covered her chest and felt a slight tinge of guilt, seeing this Frost smirked.

“That’s one thing dealt with but how to you suppose I should deal with the other?” Frost glanced toward the tent at his groin which finally stopped growing, Maya followed his gaze towards that area causing her to blush even more. There was few moments of silence before teeth grinding could be heard and.

Boof!

Maya threw one of her pillows at Frost’s face in anger.

“Deal with it yourself!” She puffed up her cheeks and refused to look in Frost’s direction but out of Frost’s view she was smiling.