The sound of the ice blade cutting through the wind was like the sigh of some ancient creature.
I lay on the edge of the ice cliff, and the white breath I exhaled instantly condensed into frost. Three hundred meters below, the behemoth known as the "Poseidon" was rolling in the ice sea. Every beat of its tentacles could set off a small tsunami. The loud noise of the ice breaking was like the world collapsing.
But He couldn't escape.
I adjusted my breathing and pressed my left hand on the ice. The micro terminal implanted under the skin vibrated, and a light blue data stream was projected on the retina: [Target's vital signs: decreased by 37%. Ambient temperature: -52℃. Trap completeness: 98%.
"Not even close." I whispered.
The system did not respond. It never bullshits on a mission, which is nice.
The giant beast in the ice sea let out a deafening roar. The sound was mixed with anger, pain, and a hint of... Pleasure? I ignored that last thought. In the past seven years, I have heard the death cries of many gods, some of which can even imitate the cries of babies. It's all fake. There is a detailed analysis in the system database: Divine creatures will release spiritual pollution when they are about to die, trying to arouse the empathy of hunters.
Empathy is poison.
