The Ultimate Lich King of the Multiverse

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Divine Flame



The longsword forged from frost was far from fragile, despite its delicate appearance. Ais's expression turned strained as she felt the crushing pressure bearing down on her from above, her hands numbed from the impact.

Ais was never a power-type swordswoman. Her strength was speed—but in this battlefield where frost lingered in the air, that speed was severely restricted. She had no choice but to clash head-on with Yoru.

"Bang!"

Another direct clash. Ais was sent flying backward, teeth clenched, a thin layer of frost creeping across one side of her body.

As the battle dragged on, the odds were increasingly stacked against her. The bone-chilling cold seeped into every corner, and even spectators watching through magic mirrors involuntarily shivered.

It was terrifying. The mere sight of that frost was enough to cause pain in their eyes—what must it be like for the one trapped within it?

What kind of world was Ais Wallenstein experiencing right now?

Her slender figure streaked through the air like an afterimage. She steadied herself midair, her form blurring into a ghostly mirage.

The wind stirred once again. Even in this air that was nearly frozen solid, it still managed to whisper through.

Riding the wind, Ais once again turned into a blade and launched herself toward Yoru.

But then—Yoru simply raised his frost-forged sword toward her.

"Freeze."

His voice was flat, emotionless.

The frost in his blood had numbed more than just his limbs—it numbed his feelings as well. The power of the frost sealed away all extraneous thoughts until the battle ended.

In this state, Yoru was no more than a high-efficiency, human-shaped weapon.

The wind stopped. Ais's expression froze in place.

"Crack… crack…"

Her movements slowed. With each step forward, shards of ice broke away and clattered to the ground.

Every spectator clenched their fists as they watched the final, frozen charge of the Sword Princess unfold.

Frost trailed across the stage in a jagged path. As her beautiful face drew closer, Yoru smiled—like a child with a toy.

"Sorry, Ais… but I have to win."

He clenched his pale hands, unleashing an immense surge of ice power. From beneath his feet, frost erupted outward. In the blink of an eye, the entire arena became an icy wasteland.

Ais came to a complete stop, frozen mid-charge. Before Yoru now stood a flawless ice sculpture of the girl.

He stepped forward, admiring the frozen beauty. His hand brushed across her cheek—then, with a crack, the frost shattered.

Ais collapsed to the ground. Her eyes welled with tears. The great Sword Princess trembled like a little girl.

"Yoru… you're a bully…"

She muttered through trembling lips, her voice filled with unjust sorrow. Her pitiful, adorable state was too much for anyone to resist.

"I can't help it… you're just too cute, Ais."

Yoru chuckled, and in one smooth motion, scooped her into a princess carry.

As she leaned gently against his chest, the soul-piercing cold vanished completely. Warmth enveloped her, and like a sleepy child, she closed her eyes with a blissful smile.

"I'll get jealous, you know…"

Riveria's voice called out nearby. Yoru laughed, then gently handed Ais over.

"Take her and get some distance. I don't want you two getting caught in what's coming."

Riveria frowned slightly and offered a parting warning.

"Don't overdo it."

—In other words, don't humiliate the Loki Familia too much.

"Relax. I know my limits."

Yoru replied softly, watching as Riveria carried Ais away.

"Alright then… everyone else, come at me. I'm on a schedule."

Still holding Ais nearby, Riveria almost dropped from the sky at Yoru's arrogant declaration.

"Seriously, I told you not to go overboard…"

She looked back helplessly. Meanwhile, the remaining Loki Familia members were dumbfounded by Yoru's brazenness.

Yes, he had defeated two Level 6s—but there were still hundreds of them left. Two more Level 6s remained, and many more Level 5s.

Wasn't this boy just a little too cocky?

"That bastard! Touching my precious Ais like that—I'm gonna kill him!"

"Calm down, Loki!"

"You can't even use your divine power!"

The 30th floor of Babel remained loud and chaotic. But the gods grew increasingly excited. They were eager to see what would happen next.

"I admit you're strong, Yoru. But solo duels and team battles are two entirely different things. You'll pay for your arrogance!"

Loki Familia's captain, Finn Deimne, declared, brandishing his spear.

"All units—attack! For the glory of the Loki Familia, we cannot lose!"

With his roar, over a hundred adventurers Level 3 and above surged toward the lone figure on the arena stage.

"Good… Let the game resume!"

Yoru grinned wickedly, raising his frost sword and charging forward without fear.

How long the battle raged, no one could say. The festival-like cheer of the city turned to deathly silence.

Everyone stood speechless, staring at the lone, unmoving figure that remained.

The Loki Familia, known as Orario's strongest—had been thoroughly defeated. And not by an army, but a single adventurer from another Familia.

From this day forth, the names of Hestia Familia and Yoru would resound across the world.

"Looks like I win, huh?"

Without Ais or Riveria to restrain him, Yoru had finally unleashed the madness and bloodlust within his body.

He had fought freely—and his icy rage had been thoroughly released.

But Loki Familia? Not so lucky.

Half their members had become frozen statues. The other half huddled together, shivering. The only two still standing—barely—were Level 6s Finn and Gareth Landrock, and even they were at their limits.

"Win? Hahaha… Death is your only fate now, Yoru. Prepare to pay the price!"

A venomous voice suddenly cut through the silence.

From the pile of fallen Loki Familia members, one man leapt up and lunged toward Yoru.

Yoru recognized him—Bete Loga, the one he humiliated at the pub.

Just a Level 5. Yoru didn't think much of him.

As he raised his hand to freeze Bete once more, he suddenly sensed something wrong.

A strange, dangerous pulse spread from Bete's chest.

What is that…?

"Divine Flame?! Damn it, where did he get Divine Flame?!"

Loki screamed from the mirror as chaos broke out among the gods.

Divine Flame—the sacred fire formed from a god's essence. A power capable of annihilating the mortal realm.

"No! Stop him!"

Some gods shouted in panic—but it was already too late.

With a crazed grin, Bete hurled himself at Yoru, clutching the blazing Divine Flame.

Frost disintegrated instantly in the fire's presence.

In that shocked instant, Bete was already right in front of Yoru.

And the next second—

A towering column of flame exploded toward the heavens.

"Yoru!!"

The entire Babel Tower collapsed in that single, fiery moment. Hestia didn't hesitate—she invoked her divine power without a second thought.

But…

It was too late.

When the Divine Flame burned out—

Nothing remained.

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