paranoianovel Chapter 141 The Final Battle Against Winter
Chapter 141 The Final Battle Against Winter
Chapter 140 The Final Battle Against Winter (Part 2)
The Lord of Winter has come back to life.
He was killed by the combined fire of 120 Witch Towers with entropy-increasing effects—but he was resurrected on the spot.
And the very next second after his resurrection, he raised his arms, and icy blue magic surged forth from his body once more, reforming into a winter shield above the heads of the monster army.
A brand new, intact Winter's Shield.
It was as if nothing had happened.
"Ha ha ha ha""
The Winter Lord laughed loudly, his voice piercing through the blizzard and echoing between heaven and earth.
"Don't think you can kill me like this!"
He spread his arms wide, letting the blizzard howl around him.
"Don't think you've won just like that!"
He lowered his head, his icy blue pupils staring directly at Lorraine's position above the city wall, his laughter filled with savage pleasure.
"I am the Lord of Winter—Winter, never to end!"
A deathly silence hung over the city walls.
Lorraine stared at the Winter Lord with a somber expression, without saying a word.
He noticed a detail.
The instant the Winter Lord was resurrected, four monsters in his army fell down without warning.
Without any external injuries or attacks, he seemed to have had all his life force drained away, collapsing to the ground and dying instantly.
Four.
Lorraine kept the number in mind.
"Continue the attack," he said.
Anna did not hesitate, and all forty-eight Towers of Entropy fired simultaneously once more.
The remaining seventy-two Witch Towers opened fire simultaneously.
One hundred and twenty attacks, imbued with entropy increase, once again slammed into the Winter Lord.
This time, the Winter Lord did not dodge.
He didn't even try to defend himself.
He just stood there, arms outstretched, letting the attacks fall on him.
The ice armor shattered again, the flesh dried up again, and the bones cracked again.
His body was torn apart in the dark red light and fell onto the snow.
Second death.
Then, *snap*.
The body bounced up.
The wound has healed.
Ice armor restoration.
Resurrected at full health.
Four more monsters fell from the horde behind them.
"Hahahahaha!"
The Winter Lord's laughter was even more unrestrained than before.
"Keep going! Kill! You can kill me as many times as you want, I'll come back to life!"
He raised his fist and slammed it heavily against the city wall.
boom!
The crack had become deeper.
Catherine could no longer hold back.
"His resurrection—"
Her voice deepened, and her pale purple eyes quickly swept over the demon army below the city wall.
"Every time he revives, four monsters behind him fall."
Anna frowned. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Catherine said confidently. "Four fell the first time, and four more fell the second time. They didn't die in battle; they fell on their own, as if their life force had been drained."
Her gaze fell back on the Winter Lord, and her voice lowered even further.
"His resurrection technique—uses the monsters behind him as sacrifices."
The gazes of several people on the city wall simultaneously turned to the massive swarm of monsters behind the Winter Lord.
Despite several rounds of firepower from the Witch's Tower, the army of monsters remained densely packed and stretched as far as the eye could see.
Tens of thousands.
There are at least tens of thousands left.
Each resurrection consumes four units.
How many times can tens of thousands of dollars be enough for him to be resurrected?
Anna gritted her teeth.
"Then let's kill all the monsters behind him first."
Her voice was urgent, and the dark red light at her fingertips flickered incessantly. "Without the sacrifice, he cannot be resurrected."
Catherine glanced at her and slowly shook her head.
"Too late."
Anna was taken aback.
Catherine pointed to the increasingly deep crack below the city wall.
"The first thing he does after each resurrection is attack the city wall. We kill him once, he resurrects once, and then he throws a punch."
Another loud bang came from below the city wall, and the Titan alloy beneath their feet trembled violently once more.
"At this rate—by the time we've wiped out those tens of thousands of monsters behind him..."
She looked up at Lorraine.
"This city wall has already been breached."
The air on the city wall seemed to freeze.
Anna's breathing quickened, and she turned to look at Lorraine, her red eyes filled with urgency.
"Young Master—"
Lorraine did not respond to her.
He stood behind the battlements and closed his eyes.
His mental energy converged inward, touching the witch's secret book that only he could see.
A screen of light unfolded before his eyes.
He silently pondered a question in his mind.
Does the Winter Lord's resurrection spell have any weaknesses?
The secret manual's reply appeared almost instantly.
The text scrolled rapidly on the screen, and a dense stream of information flooded into Lorraine's mind.
His eyelids twitched slightly.
Then, he opened his eyes.
"There's no need to kill all the monsters."
Lorraine's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.
All eyes turned to him.
Lorraine rested his hands on the battlements, looking down at the Winter Lord launching yet another attack below the city walls, his tone as calm as before.
"His resurrection spell is not infinite, nor does it randomly draw sacrifices."
"Before each death, he would mark four monsters mixed in with the army. When he died, the four marked monsters would be forcibly sacrificed to provide the price for his resurrection."
Catherine's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Mark it in advance—" She quickly understood the message, but then frowned. "But..."
She looked down at the overwhelming swarm of monsters below the city wall, her voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety.
"How could we possibly find those four marked monsters out of tens of thousands?"
Her concerns are entirely reasonable.
Tens of thousands of monsters were crammed together, each with a different shape, densely packed together. Let alone accurately locating the four marked individuals, it was almost an impossible task to distinguish any one of the specific monsters with the naked eye.
Even if a fourth-tier witch has a wide enough range of mental perception, searching for four faint marker signals in such a massive monster horde is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Lorraine tilted her head slightly, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.
"You don't need to worry about that."
His gaze swept over the army of monsters below the city wall, and then he began to report their locations.
"Anna, northeast, 420 paces from the city wall, there is a third-tier frost beetle with a missing left foreleg."
Anna was taken aback, but her body reacted faster than her mind—one of the forty-eight Towers of Entropy instantly changed its firing direction, and the dark red ray pierced through the snow curtain, precisely penetrating the body of the third-tier frost beetle.
"Catherine, 15 degrees west of due north, 600 paces away, the third row of the snow giants, the seventh from the left."
Catherine didn't have time to think.
A bolt of lightning with dark red patterns lashed out from the Storm Tower, drawing a strange arc above the monster horde before striking the snow giant precisely on the head.
The snow giant didn't even have time to scream before it was burned into a pile of smoking charcoal by the lightning that accelerated time.
"Ohm, three hundred paces to the northwest, on the outermost edge of the ice wolf pack, the smallest one."
"Received a big brother!"
A shell imbued with entropy increase roared out, blasting the ice wolf and the snow beneath its feet into fragments.
"Lyra—"
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"I saw it!"
Lyra's voice came from behind the battlements, and her black and gold pupils simultaneously lit up.
She didn't know what direction Lorraine was going to report, but the thread of fate had already locked onto the last target—due north, five hundred paces away, a second-tier ice spider hiding behind its companion.
A ripple of misfortune swept across the ice spider.
The snow beneath its feet suddenly collapsed, startling two monsters beside it, which indiscriminately tore the unfortunate ice spider apart with their sharp claws and teeth.
Four marked monsters.
Total annihilation.
From the moment Lorraine spoke until the last ice spider died, less than five seconds passed.
Below the city wall, the Winter Lord had just finished another punch and was about to look up and mock.
The firepower of the 120 Witch Towers has been locked onto him again.
Lorraine's voice came down from above the city wall.
Anna.
"exist."
"Send him on his way."
The Witch's Tower erupted with a blinding dark red light, and rays of light poured down like rain.
The Winter Lord's ice armor began to disintegrate when the first ray hit.
His body was torn apart within the dark red light curtain, and with a gust of wind, most of his body, affected by the power of entropy, instantly turned to dust.
The third death.
The remaining parts of his body slammed heavily onto the snow, sending up a spray of ice shards and snowflakes.
On the city wall, everyone held their breath.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds.
The corpse of the Winter Lord did not move.
It didn't bounce back, the wound didn't heal, and the ice armor didn't recover.
The massive, mangled body lay motionless on the snow.
None of the monsters behind them fell.
"He didn't—" Ohm's voice was soft, as if afraid that speaking loudly would break something, "He didn't stand up?"
Catherine stared intently at the corpse of the Winter Lord below the city walls.
Seven seconds.
Eight seconds.
Nine seconds.
Ten seconds passed.
The corpse of the Winter Lord remained unmoved.
Even the orbs of loot slowly appeared above the corpses.
Catherine slowly turned her head.
She looked at Lorraine.
A strange emotion welled up in his pale purple eyes—not shock, nor just admiration.
Rather, it was a deeper, more profound impact that shook some of her deeply ingrained beliefs.
She had seen many lords under His Highness the Prince, but none of them, not even His Highness himself, could have accomplished such a thing.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but found her throat tightening.
Tens of thousands of monsters.
Within five seconds, he accurately identified four marked offerings.
Exactly.
She didn't even need to think about how Lorraine did it.
—Because in the past few days, she had seen too many times that the "impossible" had become "taken for granted" in Lorraine's hands.
Catherine withdrew her gaze and looked again at the motionless corpse below the city wall.
She suddenly remembered a sentence she had heard a long time ago, when she was still "Katie".
A true master does not need to explain their methods to anyone.
Because his result is the best explanation.