179. The Frost Giant -2 (Part One)

Translated by A Passing Wanderer

Edited by RED

The muscles around the eyes of the Frost Giant Hrímr twitched silently. The creature grabbed the golden bone sword impaling its chest with both of its hands.

-How dare a rotten bag of bones...!-

The soul-chilling coldness permeated into the huge sword, freezing it instantly.

The Frost Giant forcibly yanked the huge golden weapon out of its chest. Both Hrímr and the Skeleton King were shoved back, their arms trembling unsteadily, as if they were suffering from convulsions.

The golden bone sword was pulled out, and snow and water exploded out through the open wound on the Frost Giant's chest like a powerful waterfall.

That scene left me quite speechless.

My Skeleton King lost out in physical strength?

Hrímr suddenly vomited out a mouthful of melted water, bits of frost mixed within. Its face distorted into an expression of pain, indicating that it had suffered a considerable amount of damage.