Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 140 The Final Battle Against Winter

Chapter 139 The Final Battle Against Winter (Part 2)

The Winter Lord's fist slammed against the city wall once again.

Titan alloy emitted a piercing metallic wail, cracks spread outwards from the point of impact, and debris fell into the city in a flurry.

Those on the city wall felt a violent tremor beneath their feet.

"Five more punches at most, and this wall won't hold!" Victor roared in a deep voice, his Wolf King Greatsword already resting on the edge of the battlement, his body half-crouched, ready to jump down and intercept at any moment.

The Winter Lord let out a hearty laugh.

"You have a trump card? You still have a trump card?"

He laughed as he raised his fist and punched the city wall.

Even if you have ten trump cards, you'll still be helpless before I break through your defenses.

Lorraine didn't look at him again.

He turned around, walked to the inside of the city wall, knelt on one knee, and placed his palm on the surface of the Titan alloy beneath his feet.

He closed his eyes.

The mental energy extended downwards, penetrating the foundation of the city walls, piercing through the ground of Frostwolf City, and reaching deep into a building in the city's core area.

Altar of Flames.

That was Anna's witch-exclusive building, which has stood in the central square of Frostwolf City since its completion.

Its function is to add fire attribute enchantments to other buildings—Lorraine had previously used it to enhance the cold resistance of magical farms.

It used to be able to be enchanted only with fire.

But now, Anna is already at the fifth level and has mastered the ability to manipulate entropy increase.

Lorraine's mental energy touched the core node of the Flame Altar, and a light screen popped up in front of him.

The text on the screen is changing rapidly.

The old text faded away, and new text appeared: [Detected that the Contract Witch "Anna" has advanced to the fifth-order Entropy Witch.]

[Due to the transformation of the witch's power, the attributes that the witch's exclusive building, the "Flame Altar," can be attached to will change.]

[Altar of Flames → Altar of Time]

[Time Altar: Grants "Time Acceleration" and "Entropy Increase" effects to all buildings within the territory.]

[Buildings affected by this enchantment will have their attacks imbued with entropy, accelerating the passage of time and causing them to age and decay rapidly.]

Lorraine opened her eyes.

On the city wall, Anna suddenly sensed something.

She looked down at her hands, and the deep red light at her fingertips suddenly flickered.

It wasn't a fluctuation from her own magic.

Rather, it came from the depths of Frostwolf City, from that witch-exclusive building that the lord had built for her.

Altar of Flames.

A familiar yet entirely different force is spreading outward from the heart of the city, like a heart beating again.

"This is—" Anna murmured.

Catherine's expression changed as well.

The Storm Tower she was leaning against suddenly began to emit a low hum—different from the previous sound of its operation.

It is deeper and more profound, as if it has been infused with some new law.

On the surface of the tower, a faint dark red sheen began to appear between the originally flowing storm patterns.

Catherine turned around abruptly and looked at the Storm Tower.

The spherical lightning rod at the top of the tower was still rotating, but at the end of the lightning rod, a ring of dark red energy that could be seen with the naked eye was now wrapped around it—a characteristic of the power of entropy.

Not just this one.

All the Storm Towers on the city wall are undergoing the same changes.

Ohm's heavy turret is also an example.

Olivia's Tower of Thorns is another example.

Lyra's Tower of Doom is another example.

One hundred and twenty Witch Towers, without exception.

A dark red glow, like a tide, spread from the Altar of Time to the city walls, climbing the bodies and bases of every tower.

The spire casts a layer of entropy-like color over all the buildings.

"What's going on?" Ohm's mouth dropped open, his silver eyes wide with surprise. "My heavy turret—how did it change?"

Catherine stared intently at her Storm Tower. She could clearly sense that the magical circulation within the tower was undergoing a fundamental change—not a simple amplification, but the superposition of a completely new layer of laws.

Time accelerates.

Entropy increases.

From this day forward, every bolt of lightning fired from her Storm Tower will carry an additional force of entropy increase.

A target struck by lightning not only suffers from the electric shock, but also from the aging and corrosion caused by the forced acceleration of time.

"This—" Catherine turned her head and looked at Lorraine.

Lorraine stood up and dusted off her knees.

"After Anna advanced to the fifth rank, her witch-exclusive building, the Flame Altar, was transformed into the Time Altar."

His tone was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"Now, all buildings are imbued with the power of entropy increase."

All buildings.

One hundred and twenty Witch Towers.

All of them were amplified by the Time Altar of a fifth-order witch.

Catherine's pupils suddenly contracted.

She understood what this meant in an instant.

Previously, only Anna's forty-eight Towers of Entropy could cause substantial damage to the Winter Lord; other people's attacks were practically ineffective against fifth-tier monsters.

But now—

All the Witch Towers have been imbued with the power of entropy increase.

This means that all the Witch Towers will be able to effectively damage the Winter Lord.

"all""

Lorraine's voice rang out from the city wall.

"Fire!"

Anna made the first move.

The forty-eight fifth-order entropy towers emitted a sharp whistling sound in unison, and crimson rays poured down like a torrential rain, crashing straight down on the Winter Lord below the city wall.

Catherine followed closely behind.

The spires of the twenty-four Storm Towers simultaneously erupted with arcs of light, but this time the lightning bolts were no longer pure storm power. Each lightning pillar was wrapped with dark red entropy patterns, like lightning soaked in the venom of time.

Ohm clapped his hands.

Twenty-four heavy artillery turrets fired simultaneously, and magic-powered projectiles enveloped in entropy streaked across the sky with dark red trails of flame.

Olivia clasped her hands together.

The vines shooting out from the Tower of Thorns are no longer just plants—the tips of the vines are covered with dark red rust spots, like dead wood salvaged from the end of the river of time.

One hundred and twenty Witch Towers.

Fire simultaneously.

All additional entropy increases.

All the attacks struck Winter Lord at the same instant.

The fifth-tier demon's fist, raised in mid-air, failed to fall.

boom-!

A huge crater was blown open in the snow below the city wall.

The Winter Lord's shaky personal shield couldn't even last half a second against the 120 attacks imbued with entropy.

Immediately afterwards, the second wave of attacks landed directly on the Winter Lord's body.

The dark red entropy rays pierced through his ice armor, exploding into one horrifying wound after another on his chest, shoulders, and abdomen.

The edges of the wound, eroded by the power of entropy, aged rapidly, and the fragments of the ice armor rusted and rotted in mid-air.

Lightning crackled with the poison of time pierced through his left arm, and where the arc of electricity leaped, ice crystals shattered into powder at a visible speed.

The shells, imbued with entropy, exploded on him, and within the blast radius of each projectile, the power of winter was forcibly accelerated to perish.

Rusty thorny vines wrapped around his legs, and every time a vine touched his body, it left deep corrosive lines on the surface of his ice armor.

The Winter Lord let out a deafening scream.

There was no anger or resentment in that voice, only pure, uncontrollable agony.

His body is decaying at an alarming rate under the concentrated fire of 120 witch towers imbued with entropy increase.

The ice armor peeled off.

The flesh and blood were dried up.

Cracked bones.

A fifth-tier monster was severely injured in this round of attacks.

The Winter Lord knelt on one knee on the snow, his massive body swaying precariously, his icy blue eyes filled with disbelief.

"How—is this possible—"

He looked down at his battered body—most of his ice armor was shattered, and the wounds were still being eroded by the power of entropy. The time acceleration effect was causing his injuries to worsen every second.

Catherine took a deep breath.

She looked at the entropy power on her Storm Tower, then at the Winter Lord below the city wall who was beaten so badly he could barely stand, and her lips trembled slightly.

Is this the power of the witch's exclusive building, one of only four witch-exclusive buildings in the entire kingdom?

She looked at Lorraine.

Lorraine remained standing behind the battlements, her hands tucked into her cloak, her expression calm.

It's as if everything is under control.

"Next round," Lorraine said.

Anna nodded.

The spires of the forty-eight fifth-order entropy towers lit up once again.

The remaining seventy-two Witch Towers followed closely behind, their dark red light forming a continuous expanse on the city walls.

The second salvo came down.

The body of the Winter Lord was completely swallowed up in that dark red light curtain.

His screams echoed for two seconds in the blizzard.

Then, it came to an abrupt end.

Fifth-tier monster, Winter Lord—

Everyone on the city wall felt their hearts skip a beat at the same time.

died?

He just died like that?

After a brief silence, Victor let out an incredulous growl.

"It's done?!"

Lorraine's gaze, however, did not leave the area below the city wall.

He stared at the spot where the Winter Lord had fallen, his brows furrowing slightly.

too fast.

According to the description of fifth-tier monsters in the Witch's Codex, even if they were attacked by a total of 120 Witch Towers with entropy-increasing effects, they wouldn't die so easily.

unless-

He hadn't even had a chance to speak.

The corpse below the city wall suddenly moved.

The corpse of the Winter Lord bounced up from the snow.

It wasn't a struggle to stand up, nor a slow ascent; rather, it was as if an invisible giant hand had lifted it from the ground, launching it directly from a prone position back to a standing state.

His wounds healed completely in an instant.

The shattered ice armor reformed, the withered flesh regained its plumpness, and the cracked bones snapped back into place.

Those icy blue pupils lit up again, even brighter than before.

Fully loaded.

Fully revived at full health.

On the city wall, Victor, who had just been feeling relieved, suddenly stopped speaking as if someone had grabbed him by the throat.

"Varied----"