THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 796 Pantheon’s Fallen Emperor (2)

"You betrayed your own kind, forfeiting your spot among them... but even among demons, you're merely an outsider. You belong nowhere."

Vermithor wielded by Snow plunged deeply into Nito's body, ripping through his toughened hide and inflicting a multitude of gashes.

"You hold no position in this world! A vile being like you deserves only one end—obliteration!"

"Shut your cursed mouth!! Didn't I warn you to cease?!"

BOOOOOOM!!

With savage fury, Nito struck back in a brutal near-range barrage, ignoring all the grievous wounds he'd suffered.

"You're just an ignorant pup who comprehends zilch about this realm! On what authority do pests like you condemn me?!"

Flames erupted across Nito's frame as it transformed with each furious utterance.

"Talents like you... handed everything on a platter... will never grasp folks like me. Never, since our views of this world clash utterly!"

Nito's form burst open, assuming a wholly transformed shape.

Right before Snow's gaze, he unveiled his ultimate trump card.

A hybrid physique, blending human and draconic traits.

Elongated horns curving rearward.

Enormous wings erupting from his back.

Scales coating his fists and several body regions.

The Pantheon's hybrid state... the pinnacle of their strength.

Nito chose to release his full might.

Snow had anticipated precisely this moment.

"All your foul yap spews are justifications, you wretched betrayer."

Snow lifted his blade as immense energy gathered inside it.

"Witness true might... the sort of strength scum like you can never claim, regardless of your efforts…

regardless of the betrayals you commit."

In Nito's stunned, incredulous stare, Snow performed a feat achievable by scant few.

A deed he'd witnessed from Demon King Agaroth long ago...

and one he'd recently executed alongside Frey.

Snow unleashed Pureflame, while channeling Light Soul's force at once, fusing them seamlessly.

A supreme energy emerged.

Utterly unprecedented.

"Fusing… two reality-shattering powers?!"

Shock rippled through Nito, his mind reeling from Snow's feat.

High above his head, Snow hoisted his sword, letting the novel aura flare unbound.

"Exactly."

Such was the might Snow Lionheart proclaimed... a force that pierced Nito's soul with dread.

Teeth clenched, Nito bellowed a deafening war cry.

"Curse you, heir of the Lord of Light! I refuse to yield to you!"

He lifted his arm... triggering an incredible spectacle.

The Slitherin Sword, earlier hurled into the cosmos, quaked fiercely as a spectral aura clone mirroring Nito materialized.

The duplicate seized the blade, adopting a combat pose.

Instantly, Nito's twin unleashed a massive aura crescent via the Slitherin Sword, hurtling it from the void.

Unique to the sword:

attacks launched from farther away grew vastly more devastating.

Upon hitting Snow, the blow had swollen into a colossal crescent eclipsing the heavens.

Confronting this cataclysmic onslaught, Snow countered identically...

unleashing an aura crescent from Vermithor.

Snow's seemed puny next to the descending menace.

Still, his unadorned crescent bisected the Slitherin assault with casual precision.

Thanks to that spectral energy from blending Pureflame and Light Soul.

"Struggle all you want," Snow declared coolly,

"but you won't overcome me."

Snow rocketed ahead like a blazing light ray, slamming into Nito.

Nito summoned his utmost strength, his aura quaking the emptiness...

SSS rank's fourth phase utterly released.

Dragon Emperor's punches repeatedly smashed against Vermithor.

Even as the edge splintered his scales and shredded his iron-like flesh, Nito shrugged off the agony through raw tenacity.

Meanwhile, his spaceborne copy kept bombarding with endless aura crescents—

akin to planet-shattering meteors.

During the ferocious exchanges, Nito cackled insanely.

"The Slitherin's blows can't touch me...

that aura is mine! But you?!"

Nito howled as yet another aura crescent swallowed him and Snow alike.

Unlike before, Snow forwent a shielding barrier with his spare hand... his upgraded setup prioritized pure attack.

Pinned by Nito's primary form, Snow lacked any chance to block the Slitherin barrages.

"Who crumbles first—you or I? Let's see!"

Nito bellowed, surging with utter certainty.

The clash transformed into a grueling test of stamina.

Nito withstood Snow's fierce onslaughts, fueled by two reality-shattering powers.

Snow bore the Slitherin's barrages plummeting from the depths of space.

Although Snow possessed obvious superiority in strength, Nito's edge stemmed from his unbreakable toughness as a Pantheon.

By exceeding the Manifestation of Origin stage of SSS, Nito had unlocked his race's inherent qualities ..

near-invincible stamina and savage vitality enabling endurance in the most brutal environments.

"No matter how strong you become," Nito bellowed,

"I know I won't be the first to fall!"

His bellow rattled the skies while the catastrophic strikes from space kept pouring down.

Still, Snow showed no hint of faltering.

"We'll see about that," Snow shot back, his velocity exploding in an instant.

The combined might of Pureflame and the Light Soul ..

both elite-level attack powers, and their merged force was beyond Nito's full grasp.

"I forged this strength readying for the clash against the pinnacle of the high Seats .. and the Demon King himself."

"I can't hold it long at my present power. It devours my aura insanely fast and exhausts me quickly…"

"But against scum like you ..

I don't need to keep it up for long."

In that instant, Nito spotted a vital detail .. one he'd missed amid his earlier rage.

Snow remained untouched by the Slitherin's ruinous hits.

Not a single mark blemished his armor.

"How?!" Nito yelled in shock, right as Vermithor plunged further into him.

"The energy from fusing the two powers doesn't merely sheath my blade," Snow stated icily.

"It cloaks my whole form."

As he declared it, the blended aura flared into view, encasing his mighty armor entirely.

"This force stands as the supreme attack .. and the perfect shield simultaneously.

A power without flaws…

true might that vermin like you can never attain."

Snow's gaze ignited as he unleashed his utmost fury.

His blade turned into the stroke of a virtuoso painter—

one wielding only crimson hues.

The heavens became his canvas.

Blood sprayed in all directions.

Snow's pace surged beyond measure, his sword blurring out of perception.

The horrifying frenzy of Snow Lionheart endured mere seconds ..

but it sufficed to conclude it all.

There, above the completely ravaged southern continent…

Snow floated serenely mid-air, clutching Nito's crumpled form by the neck.

Nito lay in tatters .. a wretched, pathetic sight.

Both arms hacked off entirely, plus his right leg.

The left one was mostly gone after Snow mangled it.

Dozens of gory wounds scarred Nito's torso and visage…

he clung to life by a thread.

Not through his own choice ..

but because Snow had intentionally spared him.

Snow's pristine armor gradually dissolved, his otherworldly aura receding, restoring his normal human appearance.

"You committed a fatal error, traitor of the Pantheon, picking this realm as your prey."

"Humanity won't suffer more losses—thanks to me and Frey standing with them.

With us two guarding it, your downfall was certain."

Snow declared with total certainty before speeding off, hauling Nito's mangled corpse along.

Deep in the void, the Slitherin Sword drifted solitary after Nito's clone faded with his loss.

Yet solitude didn't persist.

Snow arrived shortly, seizing the Slitherin Sword, a broad grin lighting his features.

"I've always craved a second blade, like Frey has," he taunted.

"And you handed it right to me, traitor of the Pantheon."

He hoisted Nito's wrecked body in front of him, smirking.

"Seems I'll claim something more from you .. beyond the Light Soul."

With those words, Snow rocketed toward the Shadow Sect,

securing a crushing triumph over the Ninth high Seat.