Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 139 The Final Battle Against Winter

Chapter 138 The Final Battle Against Winter (Part 1)

The Winter Lord's smile froze for a moment.

He then let out a sneer.

"Oh? Me?"

He wasn't in a hurry to attack the city wall. Instead, he tilted his head with interest, a playful look appearing on his face covered by ice armor.

"How could I not seize the opportunity? Little lord on the city wall, I'd like to hear your explanation."

Lorraine braced his hands on the battlements, leaning slightly forward.

"When you first enter the range of the Frostwolf Castle Witch Tower."

"At that time, you will still have the chance to turn around and leave."

Lorraine's tone contained no anger, no tension, only a calmness that was almost like stating a fact.

"But now one"

He stared directly into the Winter Lord's icy blue eyes.

"Having penetrated deep into the heart of the Witch's Tower's range, you have absolutely no chance of leaving."

A blizzard was howling.

A brief silence fell over the city walls.

Catherine tilted her head slightly and glanced at Lorraine, her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing.

Victor gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

Olivia clasped her hands together in front of her, her fingertips tapping rhythmically.

Lyra's heterochromatic eyes were fixed on Lorraine's profile, a faint smile playing on her lips.

That smile concealed an absolute, unreasonable trust.

And the Winter Lord—

He stared at the tiny human figure on the city wall for a full three seconds.

Then he smiled.

"No chance to leave?"

The Winter Lord's voice was deep, tinged with amusement, "You think you can just tickle me with those fourth-tier witches?"

He pointed to the intact protective shield on his body, flicked his finger lightly on the ice-blue film, and it made a crisp "ding" sound.

"You've been attacking my tower for so long, and you haven't even scratched the surface of my shield. What are you going to use to stop me?"

Lorraine did not refute this.

He simply bowed slightly, performing a standard bow in aristocratic social settings.

"So, the next big show begins..."

Lorraine straightened up, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Please take a good look."

He turned his head and looked at Anna, who was half a step behind him.

Anna.

"exist."

Anna stepped forward and stood in front of the battlements.

The north wind made her robes flutter, but she remained motionless, like a sculpture.

Lorraine's voice was steady and clear: "Forty-eight Towers of Entropy, full power output."

"Target—the true form of the Winter Monarch."

"volley."

Anna raised both hands at the same time.

A deep red light surged from between her fingers, as hot and thick as magma, flowing along unseen magical pathways into the forty-eight fifth-order entropy towers on the city wall.

The spire began to rotate.

A deep hum resounded simultaneously from inside the forty-eight Towers of Entropy. The sound was not like the operation of a machine, but more like the groan of some law being forcibly distorted.

Time accelerates.

Entropy increases.

Decline!

Forty-eight crimson rays shot out from the top of the tower, converging into a dense curtain of light. With the high temperature that distorted the air and the entropy power that corroded everything, they slammed heavily into the Winter Lord's personal shield.

boom-!

The moment the first volley was fired, the snow beneath the Winter Monarch's feet evaporated simultaneously within a radius of twenty meters, revealing the black earth below, frozen as hard as iron.

Cracks spread rapidly like a spider web across the ice-blue personal shield.

Not the kind of fleeting, minute cracks.

Rather, it is a deep, structural collapse.

At the edges of those cracks, the icy blue energy is fading and aging at a visible rate.

The power of entropy is accelerating the "time" of the shield itself, causing the defense that the Winter Lord condensed with a large amount of magic power to undergo hundreds of years of erosion in just a few seconds.

The Winter Lord's smile froze.

He looked down at the rapidly spreading cracks on his personal shield, his blue pupils suddenly contracting.

"Fifth...fifth rank?"

For the first time, genuine surprise was evident in his voice.

The second volley followed immediately.

Forty-eight deep red rays struck simultaneously once again.

This time, the ice-blue personal shield emitted a piercing cracking sound.

The next second, cracks exploded outwards from the center of Winter Lord's chest, densely covering the entire surface of the shield.

The shield was teetering on the brink of collapse.

The Winter Lord stumbled back a step, his expression finally changing. Gone was the playfulness and arrogance; in its place was a startled look of astonishment.

"A fifth-tier witch?!"

He growled, disbelief churning in his blue eyes, "When—no, when did that Flame Witch advance to the fifth rank?!"

On the city wall, Anna's hands remained in the gesture of casting a spell, crimson light flowing endlessly from her fingertips.

The two volleys nearly exhausted 30% of her magic power, but the effect was obvious.

The shield that the Winter Lord was so proud of was now teetering on the brink of collapse; just one more volley of fire would bring it to a complete breakdown.

But the Winter Lord did not give her a chance for a third volley.

He suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the city wall.

The fifth-tier demon's full-speed sprint was astonishing; its massive body carried a world-destroying aura, and it reached the city wall in just three steps.

He raised his fist, covered in ice crystals, and slammed it hard against the fourth-tier Titan alloy city wall.

boom!

The entire section of the city wall was trembling.

The ground beneath Lorraine's feet shook violently, and several pieces of rubble on the battlements were shaken off.

A deep dent appeared on the surface of the Titan alloy.

The power of the fifth tier is finally able to damage the materials of the fourth tier.

"I underestimated my opponent!"

The Winter Lord roared as he furiously attacked the city walls, each punch carrying the force of an avalanche, "You have a fifth-tier witch, good, very good!"

Another punch.

The cracks in the city wall deepened a bit.

"But I am now standing beneath the city walls! Before you kill me from your fifth-tier witch tower, 7..."

He turned his head, his blue pupils fixed on Lorraine on the city wall.

"I will break through the city walls first and kill you!"

His fist slammed down again, and the Titan Alloy walls emitted a painful metallic groan.

"With the lord dead, all the buildings in the territory will be paralyzed! Your witch towers are nothing but decorations!"

The atmosphere on the city wall suddenly became extremely tense.

Ohm's face turned pale—the Winter Lord was right.

All the functions of the territory's buildings depend on the lord's existence. Once Lorraine dies, all the witch's towers, walls, and...

Altar of Flames, Weather Controller —

They will all turn into lifeless objects devoid of any magic.

Victor had already drawn the Wolf King Greatsword, and the aura of a fourth-tier Grand Knight had risen to its peak, ready to jump off the city wall at any moment to intercept the Winter Lord.

Catherine clenched her fists, and the Storm Tower continued to pour lightning down on the Winter Lord's shattering personal shield, attempting to destroy it completely before he could breach the walls.

But the Winter Lord no longer cares about the shield.

He was using his physical body to withstand the attacks while simultaneously trying to break through the wall.

Every second, the cracks in the city wall deepened.

Right now—

"The Lord of Winter"

Lorraine's voice rang out again.

Still proceeding at a steady pace.

It remained as bland as still water.

The Winter Lord's fist hovered in mid-air for less than a second before he turned his head to look at the top of the city wall.

Lorraine stood behind the battlements, his hands tucked inside his cloak, looking down at the fifth-tier monster that was frantically breaching the walls.

"You really think one?"

Lorraine tilted her head slightly.

"Do we only have one fifth-tier witch?"

"Or rather—do you really think I have no trump cards left?"