### Chapter: 438
The God of Snow.
Nibera was witnessing a scene he never imagined.
The sight of snow melting away.
This was something that would never happen unless another high-tier god appeared.
Yet here it was, the snow was losing the battle against the heat radiating from a man.
Nibera’s gaze landed on the man.
His expression was filled with confusion.
Sure, the snow was melting—that was one thing.
But what on earth was the identity of that man standing there?
‘A single star?’
High-tier gods are those who have accumulated countless stars to reach the galaxy.
However, the Kraush visible to Nibera was definitely far from anything galactic.
From Kraush, there was only a single star emanating—a star so massive it could blind you.
‘What on earth…’
In all his time, Nibera had never seen such a star.
He had seen countless stars, but this one was absurdly oversized.
He felt as though he was witnessing something utterly ridiculous.
The power flowing from that gigantic star shook the surroundings.
The faces of the middle-tier gods went pale.
The high-tier god candidate, Verita, quietly caught her breath, unconsciously clenching her fists.
The oppressive aura pouring from the star weighed down on everyone.
At this rate…
It felt as if a single star might consume everything in its path.
[Oh boy.]
As Nibera spoke, the snow began to intensify.
The snow that had been aflame in blue flames started to push back against the flames.
[What is that monstrous form? Are you trying to toy with the gods?]
Nibera’s appearance gradually shifted.
What had been a nonchalant demeanor in front of low-tier and middle-tier gods morphed into something far more serious.
Given the situation, Nibera was clearly annoyed by the sudden outcrop he was witnessing.
Kraush had been fixated on Nibera since his arrival.
That expression on Kraush’s face showed his determination to fight, filled with the confidence that he could win.
High-tier gods were those who wielded the galaxy.
For a mere star to challenge a high-tier god was nothing short of an insult.
[You’re so cocky for someone so clueless.]
Before he knew it, Nibera’s eyes began to rain down like a storm.
Snow fell in sheets so thick that visibility was nearly wiped out, transforming the area into a world of white.
Under the immense pressure, the middle-tier gods could barely move, and began to freeze in place.
Boom!
In that moment, Verita, witnessing it all, stomped the ground.
With a single act, she dispersed the overwhelming pressure that had gripped the space and turned to the middle-tier gods.
“You all better get the hell out of here right now!”
As she shouted, the middle-tier gods snapped back to their senses before scattering in all directions.
They all understood that staying would spell their doom.
Regardless of their intent, Nibera was solely focused on Kraush amidst the storm of snow.
Unintentionally, at that moment, he admitted something.
Kraush had become a worthy opponent strong enough to be wary of.
Whoosh!
Once again, dark blue flames erupted from Kraush’s body, melting the snow around him.
As if he intended to burn away even the clouds, Nibera swallowed a gasp of astonishment at the flames.
[It seems you’re filled with the desire to confront me.]
Nibera raised a hand above his head.
Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, vibrations began to echo from somewhere.
As if an earthquake had struck, the entire yellow plains shook, and Nibera looked down with an air of superiority.
[Learn for yourself how foolish that is.]
Then came the avalanche.
Snow, filling every corner of the yellow plains, cascaded toward them.
A titanic avalanche loomed, looming like a tidal wave as it crashed forward.
In an instant, it engulfed everything in its path, creating a hellish landscape of snow.
As the battle between Nibera and Kraush began in earnest, Verita took to the skies, hastily shielding herself from being swept away by the snow.
From above, she beheld the endless expanse of white.
The yellow plains, where low-tier gods were typically born, were larger than the middle realm itself.
Now, that land was enveloped in snow, leaving it unrecognizable.
Surely, everyone caught in that snow was buried, meeting their end beneath it all.
Verita scanned the area with her eyes.
The dark blue flames that had soared high moments before were now extinguished and invisible.
Had they ultimately perished beneath the snow?
As thoughts of the colossal star she had seen flooded back, Verita felt a chill down her spine.
Despite being a candidate for high-tier god status, she realized the stark difference between herself and the true high-tier gods.
‘This is what it means to be a conceptual being.’
The term “disaster” suited this situation all too perfectly.
At that moment.
Bang!
With that sound, Verita’s head snapped in the direction of the noise.
The thick layer of snow—at least several hundred meters deep—exploded upwards and shot high into the air, raining down.
The moment disbelief crossed Verita’s face, the dark blue flames roared up once again, melting the snow, and a man soared skyward.
Verita’s eyes widened in shock.
Nibera’s snow was anything but ordinary.
It was a force crafted from the very concept of the God of Snow.
And Kraush was confronting that head-on, breaking through the snowy barrier, and launching into the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
While Verita’s astonishment passed quickly, Nibera was not one to let Kraush’s ascent slide.
The snow giants began to stir.
They extended their dozens of arms toward Kraush.
Each swing from them rattled the air and altered the terrain.
Yet Kraush zipped through the midst of those snow giants, pushing forward.
‘Is he trying to dodge?’
Verita clearly sensed that Kraush had grown stronger since his last encounter at the Lower World Gate.
However, whether he believed he couldn’t match a high-tier god was unclear.
Kraush chose not to retaliate, instead repeatedly evading their grasp.
Boom! Boom!
The number of snow giants began to multiply.
Even after the sky had been blanketed with such snow, it began to fall and accumulate once more.
The entirety of the yellow plains was now firmly in Nibera’s grasp.
Kraush was desperately trying to escape, but in the end, he was merely thrashing in Nibera’s clutches.
Watching the scene, Verita was convinced.
Sooner or later, Kraush would be caught in his own struggle.
And that would be the end of him.
The moment Nibera, the God of Snow, felt anger toward Kraush, his fate was sealed.
‘That middle-tier god, Maios.’
It was unclear whether he had met his demise beneath the snow or fled like the other middle-tier gods, but she wanted him to know just how foolish his thoughts had been.
Kraush was destined to perish, buried in snow.
[You scoundrel!]
In that moment, Nibera’s furious roar echoed loudly.
Was Kraush evading like a rat, raising Nibera’s ire?
No way, that wasn’t it.
A high-tier god wouldn’t be rattled that easily by someone like Kraush.
So why was Nibera so enraged now?
[That sword—you’re looking down on me, aren’t you?]
Verita’s gaze finally landed on the sword in Kraush’s grip.
Her eyes widened in shock.
Kraush’s sword.
Flames were gathering around that one blade.
So much so that the surrounding world began to warp under its immense heat.
Chill ran down Verita’s spine.
She had assumed that Kraush was only retreating due to lack of options.
But that wasn’t the case at all.
The star he radiated was so enormous that even Verita couldn’t sense the flow of its power.
Only Nibera, who viewed the world through the lens of concepts, realized this and shouted towards Kraush.
“Don’t underestimate me.”
At that moment, having dodged another claw from a snow giant, Kraush opened his mouth.
“I know you’re powerful, so I’m bringing out my best move.”
Nibera didn’t understand Kraush’s method of fighting.
Actually, gods didn’t comprehend how humans fought.
They wielded boundless power by nature.
Especially for high-tier gods, their strength was incomprehensibly vast.
Nibera had existed far longer than any combination of low-tier and middle-tier gods.
To him, power was a given, something he wielded freely.
Thus, he didn’t understand how a weaker being would sharpen its own teeth when fighting back.
Having lived as an underdog, he had no concept of how sharp Kraush’s teeth truly were.
Boom—
The clouds began to swirl oddly.
The raging snowstorm started to unravel and expand outward.
The direction of the wind shifted.
Even the light of the celestial bodies above was twisted askew.
Verita watched the phenomenon, stupefied.
She suddenly saw the whole world twisting, getting sucked toward a single man.
What in the world was this scene?
Now that she thought about it, she had only felt something similar once while looking up at the sky.
A black hole embedded in the night sky.
That greedy hole swallowed even light, devouring tremendous power and leaving nothing.
And right now.
She felt a similar force emanating from Kraush.
A force that distorted the very fabric of reality.
A colossal star, one that intended to consume everything—galaxy included.
That greed was spawning dark blue flames that sought to ignite the world.
Boom!
In that instant, a gargantuan snow giant, larger than the world forming the yellow plains, burst through the very fabric of reality.
Even Nibera deemed Kraush’s energy alarming when he deployed his secret weapon.
The colossal snow giant moved with purpose as it crashed down.
“N-Nibera!”
Verita shouted in horror.
What he was about to do would obliterate not only the yellow plains but indeed the entire world itself.
Yet Verita couldn’t stop him.
As if heralding the end of the world.
The instant she caught sight of that punch descending from the sky, she could only watch in a daze.
Bang—
With a brief flare, the sound of flames flickered in Verita’s ears.
In that frozen moment, under the shadow of the colossal snow giant covering the sky, Kraush exhaled a plume of pure white smoke.
Finally, he reached out with the heaviest sword aimed at the descending heavens.
Reverse Heavenly Annihilation
First Style
Reverse Extermination
The azure flames ignited!
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