Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 59 Laying the Foundation

Chapter 59 Laying the Foundation

The trap zone on the edge of area B-12.

The lights were dim, and the huge exhaust fans overhead were emitting a dull hum.

Lorraine and her group moved furtively through the shadows of the passageway.

Olivia walked at the front, holding the ball of fiery vines in her hands.

As she infused it with her magic, the vines began to grow wildly, as if they were going mad.

The dark red vines, like serpents emerging from their holes, swiftly spread forward along the cracks in the metal floor. Wherever they passed, they left charred marks on the cold steel surface.

Anna followed behind, carefully maintaining the magical balance within the vines.

Lorraine and Lyra were responsible for digging holes and burying towers at key points along the path of the vines.

"Be careful not to step on that red tile, that's a pressure-sensitive mine."

As Lorraine directed the operation, he crammed a miniature Doomsday Watchtower into an abandoned ventilation duct.

This place is practically a holy site for evil spirits.

There are blind spots everywhere.

Just then.

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic clang came from the darkness not far away.

Victor instantly drew his sword, standing in front of Lorraine: "Who?!"

The flames in Anna's hand instantly flared up, illuminating the shadows ahead.

Behind several huge, rusty gears, a few pairs of red eyes suddenly flashed.

Those were several grotesque-looking puppets.

Their armor had rusted through, exposing the wiring inside.

Some were missing an arm, some had their heads tilted to the side, and they walked with a limp, making a grinding sound that made your teeth ache.

They were huddled together, trembling, holding broken steel pipes or wrenches, watching Lorraine and her group.

Those were eyes filled with fear.

Despite being emotionless mechanical creations, they now resembled a group of elementary school students who had encountered a bully.

[They are those wanderers————]

Ohm's voice echoed in Lorraine's mind, tinged with pity.

They were the lowest-ranking maintenance and construction engineers, long since obsolete. Because they lacked offensive capabilities, they don't seem to have been controlled by the Shifting Dimension.

They are afraid of you, big brother.

Lorraine raised an eyebrow.

Are you afraid of me?

Lorraine glanced at the phantom of the Doom Tower that he hadn't yet buried in his hand, and then at the longsword that was still flaming in Victor's hand.

Those broken puppets seemed to be frightened by Victor's murderous aura, emitting a crackling sound of electricity, and turned to run away.

They ran away in a very disheveled manner.

One of the machines had a problem with its right leg and was running too fast. It tripped over its own foot and fell to the ground with a "thud," scattering parts all over the place.

But it didn't bother to pick it up; it scrambled to its feet and dragged half its body into the dark pipe.

The scene was deathly silent.

"Do we look that scary?"

Olivia touched her face, feeling somewhat dreadful about life.

"No."

Lorraine gazed thoughtfully in the direction where the puppets had disappeared.

""

"They're not afraid of us looking scary."

"They're afraid of being demolished."

In this dog-eat-dog steel jungle, the only fate for these low-level engineers who have lost their functionality is to be dismantled by other high-level mechs and turned into repair parts.

Lorraine and his group had just slaughtered more than a dozen advanced mechs outside, and their demolition office aura could be smelled from two streets away.

"Ignore them."

Lorraine withdrew his gaze and secured the watchtower.

"Let them be as long as they don't cause trouble."

"Keep working."

Half an hour later.

The last section of the fiery vine successfully connected to the edge of the trap zone.

A faint, dark red light shone along the vines, like a dim river of lava, connecting the distant Witch's Tower with this desolate trap zone.

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The twelve doomed watchtowers hidden in the shadows lit up simultaneously for a moment.

An invisible wave silently enveloped the area.

There are no sound or light effects.

There was no magical burst.

Everything seemed normal.

But Lyra, standing at the edge of the trap zone, couldn't help but shiver.

As a witch of fate, in her view, this area had turned into a deathly gray swamp.

It was a misfortune so intense it was impossible to dispel.

Let alone monsters, even a fly that flies in would probably crash because its wings cramp up.

"Perfect."

Lorraine dusted off her hands, looked at her masterpiece, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Right now, this place is a meat grinder."

"As long as Haji dares to stick his foot in—"

He made a "click" gesture.

"I'll show him what it means to 'get stuck in your teeth even when drinking cold water.'"

At this moment.

In the snowstorm a hundred miles away.

While marching, Haji of the Blade of Winter suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He rode on a giant ice mammoth and looked back in confusion.

The wind and snow continue.

There were no signs of an enemy attack.

"Is it an illusion?"

Haji frowned and gripped the giant axe in his hand tighter.

For some reason, a strong sense of unease suddenly welled up in his heart.

It's like—something bad is about to happen.

"Pass down the order! Full speed ahead!"

Haji roared, dispelling the gloom in his heart.

"Before absolute power, all schemes and tricks are a joke!"

"Crush them!"

However, the wind and snow suddenly stopped.

When Haji's Winter Legion finally saw the land that was once known as "White Wolf Territory".

The ferocious killing intent that had been on Haji's weathered and scarred face had now solidified into a comical look of astonishment.

No.

There was nothing there.

The anticipated stubborn resistance did not materialize.

The imagined scene of kneeling and begging for mercy did not happen.

Not even a single brick, tile, or rotten piece of wood remained.

Before me lay only a barren expanse of frozen soil, so clean it looked as if it had been licked by a giant's tongue.

Only a few huge, bottomless foundation pits, like mocking mouths, silently laugh at the sky.

"This is what you meant by the precise location?"

"So this is what you meant by 'only a few level 2 towers'?"

Haji's voice was very soft.

It was as light as the first crack appearing on the surface of ice.

But the three hundred heavily armored guards behind him all shivered, and even the dire wolves under his feet tucked their tails between their legs and let out uneasy whimpers.

The scout captain, Karl, the silver-winged snow demon, was kneeling tremblingly at the feet of the mammoth.

His silver wings trembled violently with fear, making a whooshing sound like a dying cicada.

"Sir——————————"

Carl's teeth were chattering, making a soft, clattering sound.

"Yesterday—yesterday was still here—"

"I saw it with my own eyes—they have city walls—those strange towers—and several buildings specifically for witches—"

"I really saw it—"

Karl stammered his explanation, his eyes filled with a desperate confusion.

He couldn't figure it out either.

Such a large territory.

A building made of so many stones and wood.

How could they just vanish into thin air overnight?

Could that baron be a magician?

Or did the building grow legs and run away on its own?

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