Deathmatch on Ice, Poseidon Arrives

Oushen stood atop Muse's true-form machine god, gasping heavily.

Along the coast of Osoka.

Basamizo shoved the thick, solid ice up onto the shore, advancing across its surface while ignoring its own weight.

"Roar—!!!"

It fired a cannon blast of extreme cold at Lemoni.

"Urgh—"

Lemoni did not dodge. He felt as though his legs were about to freeze solid.

He detonated the spearhead to offset the ice cannon's impact, but the recoil sent Lemoni tumbling before he crashed heavily to the ground.

By now, the battlefield had long since moved away from the shore. The pressure Basamizo exerted was simply too immense; Lachtar's role against the strengthened, mindless Basamizo was extremely limited.

Lemoni exhaled a puff of white mist, feeling even his teeth tremble.

The glacial climate created by Basamizo suppressed him enormously.

Plants feared cold and heat the most.

White frost marks had already appeared on Lemoni's face. The temperature around him had fallen below minus ten degrees Celsius. Breathing now brought him searing pain, as though ice shards were forming inside his lungs.

He felt that he was close to giving out.

But—

He glanced behind him.

That was Osoka.

It was his second homeland.

Elma, Cheyhuen, old Mayor Laurent, cowardly Kokovit.

Many people lived there.

The ice field was still spreading.

"So—"

Lemoni stood up again.

He shook the frost gathered on the Golden Spear loose, and a savage expression appeared on his poker-faced features.

"I have to stop you here!!!"

Boom—!!!

Lemoni gritted his teeth, golden light blazing from his eyes.

Basamizo was also covered in wounds, but with its soul held in Poseidon's palm, it could only keep advancing through Lemoni's bombardment despite its injuries.

Poseidon wanted to destroy Osoka.

So it could only move forward.

Lemoni's green hair fluttered in the icy wind,