bookandnovel Chapter 132 The Winter Monarch
Chapter 132 The Winter Monarch
Chapter 131 The Winter Monarch
The far north of the North.
At the edge of the permafrost wasteland lies a mountain range covered by millennia-old ice.
On the sheer cliffs of that highest mountain, a palace forged from millennia-old ice stands tall.
The palace had no doors or windows, only countless crack-like passageways running through it, through which the cold wind howled sharply, like the low wails of countless dead souls.
The main hall where the Winter Lord resided was deserted.
The hall that once housed three fourth-tier generals is now reduced to deep claw marks and hoofprints on the black ice ground, a testament to the presence of powerful beings who once roamed here.
His own mother, the Snow Woman, is dead.
He died at the hands of that human, and he didn't even see his own body.
Haji is dead.
It was blasted into pieces by the human's attack using the relay tower explosion and the temperature difference attack of the witch tower.
The last two fourth-rank generals also died.
They were annihilated beneath the walls of the Tower of Babel by the combined forces of the mechanical sea and the witch.
All three fourth-tier monsters were killed.
Tens of thousands of demons were stunned and completely overwhelmed.
The Winter Lord sat on his throne, looking down over the empty hall.
When he unleashed all his power, he became enormous, standing three stories tall even while seated.
His entire body was covered in thick, frosty white armor, from which pale blue chilling air constantly seeped out, forming a layer of icy mist around him that would never dissipate.
His head resembled a hybrid of a giant snow wolf and a human, with two pure ice-blue eyes that had no pupils and exuded only endless chill.
But at this moment, there was no anger in those icy blue eyes.
He was in a good mood.
A massive claw rested on the armrest of the throne, its black, icy claws rhythmically tapping against the armrest with a dull thud.
"Three days."
The Lord of Winter spoke.
His voice was deep and hoarse, like the sound of ice breaking. Every syllable carried the unique pressure of a fifth-tier demon, causing the remaining low-tier demon servants in the corner of the hall to tremble.
Three days.
In three more days, the Moment of Change will regain its power.
At that time, the world's rules will trigger a magical tide, causing a new army of monsters to emerge within his territory.
The Winter Lord rose to his feet, and the Black Ice Throne cracked slightly under his weight.
He walked to the edge of the main hall, stood before the huge, unobstructed crevice, and looked down at the endless frozen wasteland below the cliff.
The wind and snow swirled at his feet, the afterglow of the white blizzard still raging, but they parted automatically in front of him, not daring to touch his body in the slightest.
He recalled those failures.
Haji.
A fourth-tier general, leading an army of tens of thousands of demons, marched south in a grand offensive.
He died, in that suddenly appearing mobile city, taken care of by an explosion and several witch towers.
Then came the last two fourth-tier generals, who led even larger armies, but they too were completely wiped out.
Two attacks, two failures.
Almost all of his monster minions were killed.
But the Winter Lord didn't care.
Because he had already figured out the reason.
According to what he saw through the eyes of Haji and Modil, the human lord named Lorraine already had fourth-tier witches under his command.
Not just one, but several.
There is also a fourth-tier Grand Knight.
Add to that the mechanical legions and densely packed defensive towers in that mobile city, and even a fourth-tier combat force couldn't break through that city.
But so what?
The Winter Lord lowered his head and looked at his claws.
Pale blue chill seeped from between the claws, condensing into tiny ice crystals in the air.
With a casual gesture, the ice crystals instantly transformed into a three-foot-long ice spear, its tip radiating an extreme cold power capable of freezing the soul.
Fifth order.
He is a fifth-order rank.
In the entire Northern Territory, he is the only fifth-order being.
In his view, the gap between the fourth and fifth tiers cannot be bridged by quantity.
Just as a group of ants can never shake a dragon, no matter how many ants there are or how neatly they are arranged.
That human lord is indeed powerful.
To rise from an exiled baron to a position with multiple fourth-tier witches and a mobile city in less than a year is a feat rarely seen in the entire history of humankind.
But he has a fatal weakness.
He is not at the fifth rank.
The Winter Lord casually tossed the ice spear in his hand.
The ice spear sliced through the wind and snow, shooting into the ice field below the mountain range, instantly freezing a hundred-meter-wide ice surface around the point of impact.
This was just a casual strike by him.
If he personally goes south with the new army spawned by the Moment of Change, what good are the human's many defensive towers?
He alone could tear apart those so-called fourth-order alloy city walls and freeze that mobile city into an ice sculpture.
Those fourth-tier witches will fight desperately, and the fourth-tier great knights will also draw their swords and charge forward.
and then?
The Winter Lord let out a low laugh.
The laughter echoed through the hall, accompanied by a creaking sound like ice cracking, causing the low-level demon servants in the corner to lower their bodies, not daring to raise their heads.
Then he would crush them one by one.
Fifth order versus fourth order, it's that simple.
He turned around and walked back to sit on the throne.
His massive body leaned back against the black ice chair, his icy blue eyes half-closed, as if he were conserving his energy.
Three days later, the monster army recovered.
He will then personally lead his army south to wipe out Frostwolf City, Black Iron City, and all remaining human settlements in the entire North.
Every city, every person, every brick will be covered by eternal ice.
And after he finished all of this—
The Winter Lord's claws tapped the armrest again, the rhythm slow and steady.
The Abyss Order.
That mysterious organization hidden in the shadows, that cult that claims to serve an ancient god.
They approached him a long time ago and proposed a deal:
He will clear out all human settlements in the North and then join the Abyss Order. In return, the god will grant him a drop of divine blood.
Divine blood.
That was the supreme thing that was enough to support his advancement to the sixth rank.
The Winter Lord knew better than anyone what the sixth rank meant.
The fifth rank is already the ceiling of this era; there are no more than ten beings in the entire human kingdom who can reach the fifth rank.
As for the sixth rank, only two remain.
If he can advance to the sixth rank, in a short time, most of the entire human kingdom will be at his feet.
Even though the human side still possesses more sixth-tier beings, the territory these two sixth-tier beings are tasked with protecting far exceeds the territory he desires to conquer.
The human kingdom is still too large, and each city needs to stockpile military strength to deal with the threat of unpredictable changes.
The Winter Lord closed his eyes, and the hall fell silent once more.
Only the howling of wind and snow poured in from the crack, lingering in the empty hall.
Three days.
We need to wait another three days.
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