6kv Chapter 72 The Final Battle of Blade Winter
Chapter 72 The Final Battle of Blade Winter
Chapter 72 The Winter of Blades: The Final Battle (Part 2) (Combined)
"Don't rush."
Lorraine's voice remained calm and unhurried, "Now that you're here, I can't let your wish to die be dashed."
"The fireworks that just exploded at the relay tower were just an appetizer."
"The real meal is just beginning."
The voice just fell.
The ground beneath Haji's feet suddenly began to shake violently.
It wasn't an explosion.
It was actually a tremor caused by some heavy object falling to the ground.
Haji suddenly raised his head.
In the darkness surrounding him, twelve enormous black shadows appeared out of nowhere without warning.
Those were twelve towering spires.
They did not rise from underground, nor were they teleported here.
Instead—
It's as if someone simply "moved" it over by hand.
[Item: Camp Relocation Order]
[Effect: Allows for the free storage and placement of buildings anywhere within the lord's line of sight.]
This was originally intended as a life-saving tool for relocating the base in times of crisis.
But in Lorraine's hands.
It became the deadliest ambush tactic.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The twelve spires crashed heavily to the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.
At the same time, the city walls were also lowered by Lorraine.
This perfectly surrounded Haji in the middle.
It resembles a circular arena.
On the tower, pale flames and deep blue frost intertwined, emanating a chilling magical aura.
"Tier 3—The Witch's Tower?"
Haji narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the twelve suddenly appearing witch towers.
immediately.
He laughed dismissively.
"Is this all you're relying on?"
"Twelve third-tier witch towers?"
"Lorraine, do you have some misunderstanding about the power of a fourth-tier expert?"
Haji patted his armor, making a crisp "clanging" sound.
Even if my shield breaks.
Even though I got a little hurt.
"But this armor is an epic-level piece of equipment, forged from ten-thousand-year-old cold iron and enchanted by a master craftsman!"
"Let alone twelve three-tiered towers."
"Even if there are a hundred of them, you won't be able to leave a single scratch on them!"
This is his bottom line.
Absolute defense leads to absolute disregard.
A third-tier attack was like a tickle to him.
"Yeah?"
On the city wall, Lorraine's voice sounded somewhat strange.
It looked like she was holding back a laugh.
"That—Lord Haji."
"I'd like to confirm this."
"Your armor is a physical object, isn't it?"
Haji was taken aback.
He looked at Lorraine with an expression as if she were an idiot.
"nonsense!"
"If it has no physical form, is it just air?"
"This is real metal!"
"Oh, that's good."
Lorraine's voice instantly brightened, "It's good that it has a physical form."
"If you have a physical form—you're dead."
Haji hadn't yet realized what that sentence meant.
next second.
Lorraine's command suddenly rang out.
It was no longer a joke, but filled with a chilling, murderous ruthlessness.
"Anna!"
"Let's do it!"
"Yes, young master."
The girl immediately agreed.
boom!
The twelve Witch Towers lit up simultaneously.
But this time.
Only the dark blue half was lit up.
Extreme cold air erupted instantly within the small encirclement.
Twelve deep blue beams of light, like twelve ice dragons, roared and crashed into Haji's body.
With a hiss, the moisture in the air instantly froze into ice crystals.
In the area where Haji was located, the temperature plummeted to below zero degrees Celsius in a fraction of a second.
however.
Haji, who was at the center of the attack, merely swayed his body.
A thick layer of frost covered his armor, making him look like a snowman.
But he was still smiling.
His laughter grew even more contemptuous.
"Ice attribute attack?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Lorraine, have you lost your mind?"
"I am the Winter of Blades! I am a servant of the Lord of Winter!"
"You attacked me with ice magic?"
"This doesn't hurt me at all; it's actually energizing me!"
He could feel that although the chill emanating from the armor was astonishing, it posed no threat to him, who was also an ice-attribute monster.
It even made him feel a little cool.
"Yeah?"
Lorraine replied casually.
"Don't rush."
"The first step is complete."
"Next————"
"It needs quenching."
Haji's smile hadn't even fully spread yet.
A sudden change occurred.
The deep blue light on the twelve witch towers went out in an instant.
Instead.
It was a paleness so glaring it was almost unbearable to look at.
That's fire.
It is the "Pale Flame" that Anna awakened after advancing to the third tier.
It is pure and unblemished, almost sacred, yet terrifyingly violent.
"Transformation?"
A hint of disapproval flashed through Haji's mind.
Dual-attribute witches are rare, but they are not unheard of.
The ice attack was ineffective, but now a fire attack will work?
Naive.
His armor has extremely high magic resistance, especially against fire.
boom-!!!
Twelve pale white pillars of fire shot out simultaneously within this small encirclement.
Without holding anything back.
Without the slightest hesitation.
The twelve flames struck Haji's body, which had been frozen into an ice sculpture, with pinpoint accuracy.
In that instant.
It wasn't just a simple burning sensation.
Rather, it is a violent reaction at the physical level.
When the lowest temperature meets the highest temperature.
When iron at a temperature of 100 degrees below zero is instantly heated to over 1,000 degrees.
In the microscopic world, the molecular structure of metals is undergoing a catastrophic disaster.
The metal molecules, which had been compressed and brittle due to the extreme cold, were subjected to a frenzied impact of heat energy and began to expand violently.
Beside them, molecules that haven't yet been heated remain in a contracted state.
The internal pulling force is astonishingly large.
So large—enough to destroy any solid structure.
Click—
A crisp sound suddenly rang out amidst the roar of the flames.
Although small.
But to Haji, it sounded like a thunderclap.
That was the sound of armor cracking?
"How—is this possible—"
Haji's eyes widened.
His proudest treasure is the ancient, cold iron.
His epic-level armor was said to be able to withstand even peak fourth-tier attacks.
At that moment, it let out a mournful cry.
Click! Click! Click!
The sounds grew more frequent and louder.
It's like ice cracking under immense pressure.
It's like porcelain exploding in a furnace.
Haji lowered his head in fear.
Through the swirling steam and firelight, he witnessed a scene that terrified him.
His ice-blue armor was now covered with countless cracks.
It's like a piece of shattered glass, desperately trying to maintain its final shape.
But it was all in vain.
"No!!!"
Haji let out a piercing scream.
next second.
collapse! ! !
A loud bang.
That seemingly indestructible armor was completely shattered.
Countless hot metal fragments scattered and flew in all directions like shrapnel.
Without the protection of his armor, Haji's body was directly exposed to the scorching heat of the twelve pale flames.
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
The screams instantly became sharp and distorted.
The skin and flesh were charred black, and the blood had evaporated.
The excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone caused this once-arrogant fourth-tier powerhouse to writhe wildly on the ground.
Why?!
He roared amidst the flames, his voice filled with despair and bewilderment, "This is impossible!"
"This is clearly only a third-tier attack!"
"Why were you able to shatter my armor?!"
"This isn't magic!!!"
He didn't understand.
He really doesn't understand.
In his mind, defense is defense, and attack is attack.
As long as the defense value is greater than the attack value, the defense should not be breached.
Isn't this the truth of this world?
however.
The man's voice rang out again from above the city wall.
This time.
It carries the helplessness and pity of a teacher explaining problems to a struggling student.
"Your Excellency Haji."
"This is definitely not magic."
"But it's scientifically sound."
Lorraine paused, then casually uttered a few words: "This is called—thermal expansion and contraction."
"Physics, do you understand?"
Haji, of course, didn't understand.
He doesn't need to understand anymore.
Because the terrifying flames had already engulfed his vocal cords and burned through his trachea.
He twitched a few times on the ground, eventually turning into a charred, curled-up corpse.
Until death.
Those eyes, now just black holes, were still fixed on Lorraine's direction.
It was filled with confusion about the world.
The flames dissipated.
The light from the twelve magic towers gradually faded.
At the bottom of the crater where the magic relay tower exploded, only a pile of armor fragments still emitting blue smoke and several dazzling orbs of loot floating in the air remained.
Lorraine breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned to look at his companions.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge stone that had been pressing on their chests for a long time had finally been lifted.
Olivia was smiling, her cheeks flushed slightly, as if reminiscing about the tenderness of the previous night.
Leila was smiling, her eyes shining brightly, as if yesterday's misfortune had become the inevitable prelude to today's victory.
As for Anna, although her face was somewhat pale due to excessive magic consumption...
But she also smiled, a smile born of unwavering confidence that she had finally become a member of the group and could finally survive in this frigid world for a long time.
Everyone laughed.
Everyone was looking forward to it, everyone was convinced of it, and everyone was convinced that in Lorraine, they would surely see it, they would surely witness it.
They will eventually get through the long, harsh winter.
Overcoming cold, hunger and natural disasters.
Until the warm sun shines once again over the North, and all things revive.
Everyone will live, just like a person, just like an ordinary person, ordinary yet not unfair.
Imagine a peach blossom-filled afternoon, welcoming the miracle of spring.
at the same time.
The far north.
The Throne of Winter, the Abyss Corridor.
Zhaoli is the end of the world and the source of cold.
There is no wind.
Even the wind was frozen and piled up in mid-air.
The enormous ice crystal palace hangs upside down beneath the sky, like a Damocles' sword hanging over the heads of all living beings.
Deep in the corridor.
It houses three enormous ice sculptures of deities.
Each statue represents the will of a "Fimbour Winter".
On the left, a figure stands holding a sword, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent.
He was hindered, covered his ears with both hands, and his face was deathly still.
On the right, she clutched her head and screamed, her expression one of terror.
"Click."
A crisp sound.
The sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent palace.
A crack suddenly appeared on the chest of the sword-wielding statue.
The cracks spread rapidly.
Like greedy venomous snakes, they instantly crawled all over the statue's body.
"Bang!"
The statue collapsed.
Countless ice shards exploded and scattered all over the ground.
The altar, which had originally exuded a chilling sword aura, instantly became dim and lost its luster.
silence.
The silence of a room.
A few seconds later.
A tall figure emerged from the darkness.
He was wearing a gray-white robe and a mask without facial features.
Fadil.
The first of Fimbulle's three winters.
The winter of annihilation.
He didn't make a sound.
Even the sound of footsteps was swallowed up by some strange force field.
He walked up to the broken statue.
Reach out.
Pale fingers picked up a piece of broken ice.
A faint sigh came from beneath the mask.
"Our dear brother, Haji—"
"Dead group."
It's not an injury.
It is not asleep.
It is utter death.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
A piercing scream suddenly erupted from the other end of the corridor.
The sound waves crashed against the ice wall as if they were real.
The Serlins Prelude emerged.
He was hunched over, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.
Fimbull's third winter, the winter of fear.
Serlins.
Winter of Fear.
He controls all the fear and madness in the far north.
"Dead team! Dead team! They're dead!"
Serlins clutched his head and rolled wildly in the broken ice.
The voice was harsh and stern.
"I feel the group!"
"That sword broke in two!"
"Broken by fire! Broken by iron!"
"It hurts so much! It hurt so much when Haji died!"
Vardil watched his brother go mad in silence.
It was not stopped.
The surrounding air just became thicker.
All sounds will automatically be muted when they come within three meters of him.
Serlins's screams stopped abruptly.
It's like a duck being choked.
The matter of Fadir began.
The mask turned south.
That was the direction in which Haji's last breath disappeared.
"Who did it?"
His voice was very soft.
It felt like an ice needle, piercing directly into the brain.
Serlins got up from the ground, trembling all over, his face covered in snot and tears.
He stretched out his withered fingers and scratched wildly in the air.
It's as if they're trying to capture the information left behind in the wind.
"He's a person—"
Serlins' eyes widened, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.
"A human being!"
"Not gods, not giant beasts, but humans like insects!"
"Just build it up inside that—that iron shell!"
"Haji got eaten up by that metal shell!"
The Silent Group of Vádil.
The surrounding temperature began to drop sharply.
Even the air barrier showed subtle distortions.
Humanity.
A human lord.
Killed Fimbulwinter?
Karma is not just about hatred.
It is a disgrace to be a professional.
It is a desecration of the supreme authority of the Winter Lord.
"Prepare the army."
Fadir's voice was flat and emotionless, colder than ice.
"Since Haji is determined to build in that direction."
"Then let everything in that direction..."
"They should all be buried with him."
Serlins stopped trembling.
He picked up a fragment of the Haji statue from the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it up with a "crunch crunch" sound.
Fresh blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.
He laughed.
His smile looked worse than his tears.
"To be buried with them—"
"Hehehe—they're all going to die—"
I want to peel that person's skin off and make new lanterns—
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"I want him to live in fear—for ten thousand years—"
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