### Chapter: 439
The pure white snow couldn’t handle the heat of the blue flames and began to melt away.
Kuhgung—
As a result, the body of the gigantic snow giant pierced by the blue flames started to crumble.
Kwagakak!
Snow falling from the colossal snow giant triggered an avalanche, sweeping everything in its path.
However, most of it quickly turned into steam and disappeared into the atmosphere, likely due to the flames.
In the midst of this chaos, the man engulfed in blue flames stood tall.
Kraush Balheim.
The son of the Thief God, who climbed from the Middle Realm to the Divine Realm.
With eyes half-open, he slowly surveyed his surroundings.
The melting snow held a presence that Kraush was chasing.
Pip!
In that moment, a sudden wound appeared on Kraush’s arm.
A thin, shallow cut, as if made by a sharp object.
But it didn’t stop there.
Pippippippip!
Wounds began to appear all over Kraush’s body, accompanied by torn clothing.
Standing at the center of it all, he realized what was happening.
Invisible particles of snow.
Those minuscule particles were empowered and were managing to pierce through Kraush’s heat, leaving their marks.
All around Kraush…
This place was filled with invisible snow particles.
And those snow particles were now rushing toward Kraush at high speed.
“Seriously?”
Kraush, noticing the trick played by the God of Snow, intensified the flames from the star within him.
Then, a gust of energy erupted from his body.
Kwagakak!
The rushing breeze shattered the snow particles to pieces.
Once the breath of the White Dragon King, it had now become Kraush’s own energy.
Simultaneously, Kraush whipped his head around sharply.
Inside the ground.
The moment his gaze landed there, his eyes widened.
“I found it.”
With that declaration, Kraush propelled himself into the sky like a cannonball.
In the blink of an eye, he slammed into the ground, turning his sword as he went.
Kwaaaang!
Then, the soaring blue flames shook fiercely along with Kraush’s sword.
Kraush realized his sword couldn’t advance, was blocked, and his eyes twitched.
On the other side of the transparent barrier, Nibera was catching his breath with arms outstretched.
Kraush’s strike, Reverse Extermination,
Pierced the gigantic snow giant while also transferring the flames to Nibera.
Though Nibera desperately tried to extinguish the flames clinging to him…
This was merely a temporary measure; the problem was far from resolved.
The fire clinging to his body continued to burn him away.
Humiliation was evident in Nibera’s eyes.
Kraush could not be labeled as a high-tier god to Nibera.
The star he had foolishly nurtured did not meet any of the criteria deemed necessary for a high-tier god in Nibera’s eyes.
It was simply an oversized star, grown for no reason other than size.
To him, Kraush appeared utterly pitiful.
Yet despite this disdain, Kraush’s star was pressuring Nibera.
His mind was clouded by the flames clinging to him.
What was this fire?
It felt like it was burning the very concept that made up Nibera.
The son of the Thief God.
Did he inherit that power from her, resulting in this phenomenon?
Though unsure, Nibera quietly showed his humiliation and rage, gathering his strength.
For Nibera, the only options left were retreat or a swift conclusion.
And the first choice was an option he couldn’t take.
If he fled, leaving Kraush behind, he knew well how other high-tier gods would treat him.
Even if he was treated that way, it seemed better to extinguish Kraush or perish himself.
What he didn’t realize was that Kraush was also not in great shape at all.
“I’m more tired than I expected.”
Kraush had swallowed the whole Lower World Gate created by the high-tier gods.
While the star he had nurtured somehow absorbed this, it still needed a little more time to fully take it in.
And as a result of not taking the necessary time, the burden was heavy on Kraush’s body.
His body felt hot.
He had expelled a massive amount of heat earlier, but not all of it had dissipated and was still lingering inside him.
“Well then.”
He might as well use this heat outward.
His body was already overstrained.
Taking this opportunity, Kraush resolved to fully melt the power of the Lower World Gate into his star.
[What a lunatic.]
With the brief voice from Crimson Garden, Kraush’s sword began tracing lines.
The shape of the strike Kraush was drawing surged toward Nibera.
The blue flames blooming along the tip of the sword left a trail.
In response, Nibera’s eyes also moved in sync with the action.
Snow pouring from the sky and ground rushed to obstruct Kraush’s sword and bore down on him.
Before long, dark clouds once again overshadowed the sky.
Yet the darkness of the clouds couldn’t halt the blazing blue flames.
The snow intensified.
The flames roared.
The blue glow kept shining vibrantly between the snowflakes.
With every intensification of that blue light, Nibera felt an increasing sense of dizziness.
Kraush kept melting away the endless snowfall.
He would pierce through any avalanches that arose.
He would slice through flying snow like bullets.
He would split apart any snow giants that showed their faces.
Nibera, true to the concept of snow, used all means at his disposal to handle the snow.
It was so extreme that Kraush felt as if he were trapped in the world of snow.
Everything around him was pure white.
The light reflecting from the snow pierced his vision and made him feel dizzy.
Thus, Kraush focused even more deeply within himself.
Starlight emanating from the colossal star he conjured began mapping out his path forward.
With each instance of this, Kraush felt even more like a flame.
The foot that hovered before the doorway to a high-tier god…
Was gradually pushing deeper inside.
The blue flames melted the snow away.
The snow began to feel fear toward the blue flames.
Eventually, that deep-rooted fear made it feel like it could entirely melt away.
Having experienced this terror transformed Nibera’s body into the very concept of snow.
At the moment he reached the essence of the concept, Nibera’s snow intensified even further.
Kraush, who had been steadily moving forward, nearly stumbled and was engulfed by the snowstorm.
But even so, the flames did not extinguish.
Nibera shivered at the sight.
Pusak!
In the same instance, allowing himself to suffer a blow from Kraush caused the fire clinging to his body to bring him down.
Soon after, Nibera had realized one critical fact.
What Kraush’s flames were burning.
“That star, he’s burning my star!”
What Kraush was incinerating was none other than Nibera’s own star.
No matter how much Kraush’s flames had reached the level of a high-tier god…
Nibera couldn’t comprehend being burned so incessantly.
Now everything clicked into place.
“This brat never cared about reaching high-tier god status from the start.”
What Kraush was concerned about was a singular focus.
A method to kill a god to protect the Middle Realm.
It’s precisely why he had crafted only one star.
Not to become a concept and reach high-tier god status.
But singularly to create a star meant to kill a god.
Kraush poured everything he had into completing this massive star.
A look of shock settled on Nibera’s face.
A star forged from pure determination to kill a god.
No matter how many stars a high-tier god owned and established galaxies…
Nibera had no star that could rival the one that had grown so large with a specific goal.
[What are you? Who the hell are you?!]
To be so fixated solely on murdering gods as his fundamental goal.
That was something no sane person would do.
Yet the unfortunate truth for him was…
Kraush had long been far removed from sanity.
If he had a single goal, he would achieve it at whatever cost, even at the expense of himself.
That was Kraush Balheim, who had protected the world from annihilation.
And once again, doing all he could to protect the world he had nurtured, Kraush was burning bright as a flame.
A star that burned the stars born by the gods.
The star of the Demon Slayer.
A new realm achieved by Kraush.
As Kraush pierced through the thinned veil of snow and emerged with flames, he saw Nibera, wide-eyed in horror, and gripped his sword even tighter.
The flaming blue flames grew to an explosive level, teetering on the edge of overflowing.
This was the result of drawing out all the heat dwelling within Kraush.
Kwa-jik!
Perhaps due to excessive heat, a dissonant sound echoed from within his enchanted sword.
Hearing this sound, Kraush recalled the promise he made with his wives, but bit his lip tight.
He could apologize later.
So he had to win here, for sure.
“Kraush Balheim.”
Kraush addressed Nibera, who was melting away under the flames of his Demon Slayer.
“You will be the name that sets ablaze the Divine Realm.”
As Kraush swung his sword down, it split Nibera’s head and cleaved his body in two.
Kwa-jik!
Thus, blue flames spread from within as Nibera’s body deviated at both ends.
All of Nibera’s stars were ultimately consumed and ignited by Kraush’s fire.
“Remember this even in your obliteration.”
So that he never dares to look towards the Middle Realm again.
Kwaaaang!
Finally, Nibera was engulfed by the flames of the Demon Slayer and exploded into pieces.
The dark clouds in the sky cleared, and the snow faded away into ash and disappeared.
The God of Snow.
The moment he met his end, having ruled as a high-tier god for so long.
His demise was an event that only occurred once in a millennium, even in the Divine Realm.
And this was Kraush’s first declaration of war against the high-tier gods.
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