THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 795 Pantheon’s Fallen Emperor (1)

The southern continent transformed into a chaotic battlefield, pitting Nito, the Ninth Seat, against Snow Lionheart, who had just advanced to SSS rank.

Snow's Pureflame utterly dominated Nito's blue fire, hurling the latter plummeting from the heavens, his form consumed by searing white flames.

However, Nito's descent proved brief.

His beastly shape quickly contorted and reformed, shifting back into humanoid form.

Towering more than two meters high, Nito boasted a frame brimming with horrifying muscular density and immense sturdiness. His sky-blue locks whipped behind his chiseled, haughty visage... now visibly contorted in fury.

"These flames… I've heard tales of them."

Nito gradually ascended to match Snow's altitude, unsheathing the Slitherine Sword in the process.

"Pureflame... white fire embodying total purity. Among the mightiest offensive powers ever commanded by the Pure Vessel."

His gaze sharpened on Snow.

"With this power in your grasp… it proves the truth. You are indeed his descendant."

Deliberately, Nito clenched the sword's hilt tighter.

The Snow confronting him now differed vastly from their prior clash.

Pure white armor encased him—a pristine, polished alloy fitting his form impeccably.

His aura exploded outward, his strength amplified exponentially.

This transformation stemmed solely from entering SSS's initial phase—the Throne Beyond Existence.

In Nito's view, Snow appeared as a spectral figure gliding on a blaze of white fire clouds.

Intense hatred and wrath blazed in Nito's eyes.

"So effortlessly… he claims another world-shattering ability."

The might Nito had pursued fanatically—betraying his very race in the process—had landed in Snow's possession like mere trifles.

"I despise your kind."

Nito's frame burst into flames as his aura detonated ferociously.

"Wretches born with elite talents... freaks blessed with gifts that propel them beyond all others without effort."

While Nito ranted, a particular visage emerged in his thoughts…

Beings akin to Snow—such as Midir, the Dragon God—entered existence wielding world-shattering forces from birth.

They naturally soared to greater heights far quicker than any other.

Labeling Snow's ilk as simply talented fell short of reality.

They were prodigies.

Nito held talent himself... yet he could never match the pace of such prodigies.

Truthfully, Snow Lionheart embodied the archetype Nito loathed above all.

Snow perceived this plainly... and remained utterly indifferent.

The Empire's Hero reached out toward Nito, beckoning mockingly with crooked fingers.

"Come on, Traitor of the Pantheon. I've no patience for your feelings of inadequacy."

Snow intentionally goaded him.

Nito reacted without delay.

Propelling forward at maximum velocity and might, Nito slashed downward with his blade... only for Snow to counter it squarely with matching intensity.

Their auras smashed together fiercely, disparate flames raging in opposition.

Initially, the fight stayed balanced…

yet Snow's white flames slowly shifted the momentum.

Each impact rendered Snow's blows swifter and more crushing.

Nito offset his deficit in sheer devastation through unparalleled durability and greater bodily prowess.

"Speak, traitor Nito… did that stolen power justify your betrayal of your own people?"

BOOOOOOM!!

Swords collided thunderously as they drew close, visages almost brushing, both straining to dominate.

"You betrayed the Pantheon's vulnerability to the Demon King... sealing your kin's fate, equals to the Light-Bearers. For what gain?"

BOOM!!!

Blazing embers flew wildly as Snow seized dominance, infusing Light Soul's essence straight into his assaults.

"You bargained selfishly with Agaroth, exchanging all for the Light Soul—that world-shattering force you coveted. And then?"

"Now here you stand... stripped of that treasured power upon facing me. Crushed too by Dragon God Midir when you dared confront him."

"Pathetic beyond measure, Emperor of Dragons."

Snow's unyielding taunts at last shattered Nito's restraint.

"SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

Suddenly, Nito flung his sword skyward, discarding it entirely.

The ex-Dragon Emperor balled his fists instead, channeling vast aura into them.

Nito utterly altered his fighting approach.

Punch succeeding punch, he hammered at Snow, who parried every one with his sword.

A barrage of fists met a whirlwind of blade work.

The skirmish descended into savage, primal carnage…

precisely the outcome Snow had orchestrated since the outset.

The keen gaze of the First Lord of Light's successor had foreseen this clash's trajectory long before.

Having suffered defeat in their earlier clash, Snow recognized that Nito was no foe to provoke lightly—a battle-tested veteran down to his bones.

Yet Snow had broken through that iron composure, forcing him into a mad clash of endless attrition.

By snatching the world-shattering power Nito betrayed his kin to claim…

followed by nonstop degradation afterward…

All these actions utterly erased Nito's restraint.

'This way… I can defeat him for sure.'

Such notions filled Snow's mind…

standing in sharp opposition to the rattled Nito, whose plight unearthed loathsome recollections he'd buried deep.

Remembrances from ages ago, when he still belonged to the Pantheon race as the Dragon Emperor, battling alongside Midir.

Back then, the Pantheon stood strongest against the demons…

surpassing even the Light-Bearers.

This stemmed from their unmatched physical might and bursting strength, letting them crush demon forces head-on.

But in the critical hour, it all crumbled.

Nito abandoned the Pantheon, handing their fatal flaw to Agaroth, who embraced him warmly… elevating him to one of the Ten Supreme Demons with a Light Soul.

Dragons' vulnerability wasn't in bodily strikes…

but soul-targeting assaults.

The Pantheon dominated physically—yet soul attacks proved their doom, particularly from masters of the Law of Life and Death.

For the Pantheon's woe, demons harbored a nightmare expert in that realm.

One of Hell's Dukes… Maskith.

He turned into a walking catastrophe for the Pantheon, wiping out their legions alone and felling every Dragon King.

Even with Midir stepping in, he couldn't turn the tide solo… especially after Crimson, the First Seat, entered the fray.

Thus, the Pantheon endured total, shameful ruin.

Near annihilation claimed vast swaths of their power.

Midir himself teetered on death's edge that day, enduring through sheer vitality and unyielding survival instinct to the end.

That catastrophe seeded an abiding, seething grudge against Nito in Midir's soul.

Which sparked another notorious clash… the Crucifixion Battle.

Long after the Pantheon's purge, Midir hunted Nito to a demon-held world and faced him down.

That day, Light Soul in hand or not, Nito got demolished by Midir…

so badly that Agares, the Second Seat, had to step in.

Agares wielded a world-shaking gift called King's Solidity, bestowing physical might and toughness rivaling Agaroth.

The fight became a two-on-one.

Nito and Agares

versus

Midir.

Midir battled solo… absent Placido, denying his ultimate power.

Nevertheless…

Midir claimed triumph.

He crushed Agares utterly, pulverizing his form under crushing strikes…

rendering even King's Solidity powerless.

That showdown sealed Midir's supremacy, affirming his throne as top of the Seven Supreme Powers back then.

Still, he couldn't slay Nito.

Victory came at heavy cost to Midir, dueling two Seats—one the Second—without his peak state proved grueling.

Midir spared Nito's life…

but left Nito in total disgrace.

For all the might gained by betraying his race,

backed by the demons' number two,

he fell to Midir,

who hadn't unleashed his strongest mode.

Snow had absorbed a hefty chunk of Orested's memories… the present Lord of Light.

Thus, he knew every detail.

And wielded it masterfully to enrage Nito more.

"How pitiful you are, Nito," Snow said coldly.