THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 759: Snow vs Nito (2)
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
"That bastard... where the hell did you come from?!" Nito yelled out loud while rushing ahead, smashing straight into Snow.
Facing off against Snow...
Nito found himself robbed of his most potent weapon.
It felt like owning a devastating nuclear bomb... but having no way whatsoever to deploy it.
Instead of draining or injuring Snow, the Light Soul Aura boosted him tremendously.
"And I figured the Shadow Sect was my sole foe..." Nito mocked with a grin.
"Who could've imagined a massive killer whale like you lurking amid those tiny human fish..."
Explosive sparks flew wildly as Vermithor and Slitherine smashed together.
Snow battled now with his maximum strength unleashed.
Even though Nito lost access to his top weapon, Snow held no real edge in the fight.
His rival was just... overwhelmingly mighty.
Under his helmet, Snow's eyes shone brightly while he plotted his following strategy.
"This guy is way tougher than I anticipated... judging him lightly was a huge mistake."
As their swords slammed against each other, Snow's thoughts dissected every single aspect.
"High-rank demons often depend too much on those reality-shattering powers gifted by Agaroth... since they're ridiculously overpowered."
"They typically wrap up fights in moments by unleashing them..."
"Yet this fellow stands apart."
BOOOOM!!!
Their energies burst outward, and Nito clearly started to dominate the exchange.
"He spotted who I am right away... and ditched using the Light Soul on me entirely."
"Even without that... his pure might remains crushing."
Truly—Nito possessed freakish levels of power.
Lacking the Light Soul, he still outmatched Zibar, the previous Tenth high Seat.
"It was a grave error to assume I resembled the rest of the demons, New Lord of Light."
Nito hammered with savage intensity, shoving Snow backward repeatedly while his armor cracked more with each brutal impact.
"Prior to joining the Ten High Demons..."
"I reigned as a Dragon Emperor... the level just below Midir, the Dragon God."
"To put it simply—"
BOOOOM!!!
In a flash of speed like lightning, Nito broke Snow’s guard, slashing a severe wound over his form as blood sprayed across the emptiness of space.
"Without relying on the Light Soul at all... crushing you proves effortless."
Nito seized total control of the skirmish.
Snow pulled back.
He stayed silent...
pouring all his focus into mending the wounds as fast as he could.
Gradually, his aura swelled while he pulled in greater amounts of the Light Soul’s essence.
"His power is staggering... and his biggest danger probably lies in that insane toughness."
Nito’s frame came from the Pantheon...
the toughest entities known to exist.
Put differently, exceeding or equaling their brute force seemed almost unattainable.
Nevertheless...
Snow refused to withdraw.
"At my present strength... victory in this clash isn't feasible..."
"The Light Soul stands as the sole power in my toolkit that exceeds his."
Snow mended his wounds... then dove back into the fray once again.
"Beyond the Light Soul... I command two more reality-shattering abilities," Snow reflected inwardly.
"However, they're unavailable now. One demands SSS-tier Aura... while the other stays with my alternate self... Orested."
Devoid of those powers, Snow perceived no route to triumph.
Still... he pressed on with the combat.
Each clash... each blow...
inflicted escalating harm on his body... yet he pressed through the pain.
"What on earth are you aiming for in this fight, Lord of Light?" Nito questioned in a frosty tone.
"You're no idiot, I know that much."
BOOOOM!!
Nito fired off yet another surge of azure fire, compelling Snow to fall back even more.
"You realize beating me is beyond you. So why persist with this childish assault?"
Nito whipped his blade at horrifying velocity, ramping up the assault without mercy.
"As a Pantheon member, I dominate hand-to-hand warfare due to my superior physique—yet you insist on closing in anyway."
BOOOOM!!
"I'm unclear on how you're wielding the Light Soul too... but it changes nothing against me."
"So explain it... just how do you intend to last?"
Nito pressed once more.
Snow offered no reply.
He merely struck out—voiceless throughout.
Injuries spread rapidly over his frame.
His armor splintered apart with every brutal meeting.
Witnessing this, Nito's face grew even grimmer by the second.
"...Ah, I get it. You're choosing silence."
Abruptly... Nito's sword faded from sight.
Simultaneously, the Aura currents swirling around him shifted utterly.
The instant Snow detected the change, his face paled.
A torrent of Aura exploded from Nito’s core.
Next—in mere moments—
Nito's shape started to swell... and swell... morphing into a nightmarish entity that made Snow reflexively attempt escape.
But escape proved impossible now.
Nito had fully assumed his beastly state.
A gigantic dragon unfurled its wings broadly—
eclipsing stars and worlds entirely.
Nito’s physique was distinctive:
azure-blue scales, adorned with odd crystalline structures studding his enormous build.
Snow lacked the luxury to study it closely.
As Nito finished shifting, his strength skyrocketed disastrously...
—and without delay—
He parted his massive jaws toward Snow.
A devastating rush of blue fire blasted out, crafting a thundering ray that engulfed Snow whole.
Snow failed to resist it.
The intense force of the blaze overwhelmed him, flinging him down at breakneck pace... directly toward Earth.
No matter his struggles, he couldn't hold against it.
He ripped through the air layers at furious speeds, his form ablaze in azure and crimson fires, plummeting wildly until hitting a zone on the world.
His plunge showed no signs of halting.
Then...
The crash.
A devastating smash that rattled a whole landmass, like a comet's fury unleashed.
Snow plummeted into the Southern Nightmare Continent... a domain of endless horrors.
The outcome was obvious.
Defeat in the battle was utter and final.
Nito lingered in the void, his vast wings outstretched as he gazed at Snow's crash site.
From the sheer destruction, Nito figured his foe teetered on the brink of oblivion.
For assurance...
He parted his maw once more, conjuring another enormous orb of blue fire, then unleashed it as a ray that consumed all in its wake... striking the crash point and erupting with savage might.
Such was the terrifying havoc... the fury of a Ninth high demon.
When the blast ended, Nito bellowed in haughty triumph, questioning if this truly marked the First Lord of Light from the tales.
Snow had appeared far too feeble.
Yet as these notions filled his head...
Nito's gaze widened in shock.
His focus jerked to the arena where Amon, Gehrman, and Frey clashed.
"What in the world is this chilling sensation?!"
Even in beast mode, Nito felt an odd disturbance.
Something dire.
Something deeply foreboding.
Acting swiftly, he flapped his colossal wings and sped to aid his comrade Amon... restoring quiet to the cosmos.
The ultimate battleground was fated to return to its origins.
And Nito claimed his position within it.
At the same time...
In the Southern Nightmare Continent—Snow's landing spot—
A massive crater now marred the terrain.
The depression brimmed with azure molten rock, spawned by Nito’s inferno.
In the midst of the chaos and wreckage...
Snow rested there.
His condition looked like little beyond a twisted heap of gore-soaked meat.
Far from the shining fighter of before.
Exactly as Nito presumed...
Snow hovered perilously near demise.
However...
Snow chuckled.
He chuckled with strain, crimson spilling from his lips on each inhale.
His Lost War Form offered no salvation.
His golden armor failed to hold.
Yet still... he let out a hearty laugh.
Straining hard, he lifted his drenched-in-blood arm skyward... exposing an object clutched in his grip.
An orb.
An orb of untainted light.
"Hehehe... you might be sharp, Ninth high Seat... huff... huff... but you missed the bigger scheme during our duel."
Snow seized the light orb and pushed it to his torso.
A dazzling glow surrounded him, restoring his form bit by bit... fusing into him at rapid pace and bestowing vast strength.
"I needed to engage you in close quarters..."
"...since that's the sole method to pilfer this from you... undetected."
Snow grinned through the blood... then shut his eyes, at last easing up.
The light orb vanished into his depths.
The Light Soul achieved wholeness at last.
The whole confrontation served merely as a show...
a meticulously staged play that Snow upheld till the finish, bearing all agony while quietly draining the Light Soul from Nito.
The Light Soul pulled toward him instinctively... simplifying the theft.
Snow pulled it off so flawlessly that even presently...
Nito remained oblivious to its absence.
Snow forfeited the battle.
Yet he claimed a prize of far greater worth.
Shutting his eyes, he allowed his awareness to fade... into the void.