Chapter 271: Interlude Himalayas
The Himalayas were an awesome place to be. Mighty mountains filled with myths and legends of old, slopes that would be perfect to run, ski, or roll down ... the only problem was the neighbors.
Genocidal assholes who’d sold out all humanity.
Not quite what one Fenrir Olgeirsson had had in mind as an enemy while he’d trained his ass off, but still something he felt fell to him to handle.
Overpowered monsters summoned accidentally by idiots, or idiots deliberately summoning overpowered monsters, it was all the same to him. The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
He’d been fairly passive for most of the battle, however, sitting the fortress of ice while waiting for the other shoe to drop. And then a light mage had actually become a problem for their overwatch, and then, he actually had something to do beyond throwing people trying to get into his allies’ defenses back out.
A simple [Empowered Leap] placed him right in front of the spellcaster and with the [Aura of Primal Power] enhancing the attack, kicked the man squarely in the torso. Enhanced with the highest degree of [Epic Blow], naturally, the entirety of the force focussed on punting the jackass over the nearest mountain.
Mages might have access to shields and this one’s had shattered under Fenrir’s boot but saved him from the worst of the damage, yet knockback resistance or even outright immunity to being thrown around like a ragdoll was the domain of warriors like Fenrir himself.
With an undignified yelp of surprise, the light mage went flying and Fenrir bounded after him, his axe expanding into a massive halberd that he used to slash at anyone who didn’t run get out of the way quickly enough.
His [Aura’s] configuration shifted, alternatively reinforcing the ground underfoot and allowing him to kick off even powdered snow as though it were solid steel and letting him push off the very air itself, albeit with vastly less power. He half-ran, half-jumped up the mountain, and crested its peak moments after starting his run, leaping up and over the light mage, who’d barely managed to re-establish a shield, only for a hurled axe to punt him earthwards, into the next valley over.
Even as the axe had barely begun its journey back towards his hand, Fenrir was already moving again, flinging him towards the valley.
Going down the mountain was fast, easy, and batshit insane. The same method used to go up the mountain applied to accelerate his travel down the slopes increased his speed to a ludicrous degree, but also kicked off an avalanche almost every time his foot hammered into the ground.
In fact, he was moving so quickly that he caught up to the light mage, passed him, and hurled his axe at the man’s chest.
The mage glared daggers at Fenrir ... and then his eyes went wide when he saw a motherfucking anchor flying towards his head. A blast of light, heat, and plasma hammered into the weapon.
Oh, wrong choice buddy, that weapon ain’t gonna break even if you tossed it into a volcano. But it did get diverted enough to miss, hammering into the ground with enough force to shatter rock.
Fenrir landed on the ground and began to circle around as a massive hole was carved into the face of the mountain behind him.
The field of heat died down soon enough, but the instant it ended, the mage transformed, shifting into a being made from pure plasma, a humanoid silhouette with the full power of the sun. Judging by the fact that no lasers were flying, regular light magic was no longer within his foe’s ability to use, but the constant salvos of plasma bolts flying overhead were still plenty dangerous.
Fenrir drew back his weapon, causing the anchor to slide against the ankles of the living sun and sweeping his feet off the ground.
That brief moment of surprise, where the man suddenly found himself airborne, was his last.
[Finisher] was a finishing ability that allowed its user to draw their full physical potential out for a single blow, albeit at the cost of suffering not insignificant damage. But when that healed, it could be used again, and again, and again until its user was truly exhausted.
Fenrir leaped towards the falling enemy, anchor returning to his hand and transforming into the heaviest axe in his arsenal even as he was already throwing his arms back to provide the greatest possible momentum for a devastating downward blow.
[Finisher] hurled the axe downwards with power that was well beyond even his own immense strength, [Aura] ensuring that the force of the impact wouldn’t throw him backwards and the impact occurred a split-second before his enemy hit the ground, pushing the lightbulb the last few centimeters towards the ground and finally smashing through his shield, ribcage, spine and a good chunk of the rock below.
Muscles screaming out in pain, Fenrir pulled the axe back, then half-swung, half-dropped it at the stunned magus’ head and this time, instead of a barrier, a kill notification appeared. Finally.
[Unified Arnament] transformed into a hand axe that was easier to carry and he began to head over the mountain, speeding up with every step as his sore muscles stitched themselves back together.
Above, the sky was rent by a series of powerful winds and explosions as two elementalists clashed.
