bookandnovel Chapter 92 The Winter of Annihilation - Mordir
Chapter 92 The Winter of Annihilation - Mordir
Chapter 91 The Winter of Annihilation - Mordir
The blizzard has stopped.
It didn't stop naturally; it was forcibly pushed open.
At the horizon, a dark, surging tide washes over the snow-covered hills.
That wasn't a real tide; it was an endless stream of demons.
Carrion wolves, frost trolls, two-headed chimeras—they were like a giant carpet of rotting flesh, writhing and howling, carrying a stench that froze the air, pressing down on the Tower of Babel.
This is the true essence of "Fimbourne Winter".
Quantity.
Absolute quantity.
Lorraine stood on the fourth-tier city wall, one hand resting on the cold battlements.
He didn't tremble, and even his breathing rate didn't change.
In his field of vision, the data stream of the All-Knowing Eye refreshed frantically, locking onto the two figures floating in the air in the distance.
The winter of annihilation, Modir.
Winter of Fear, Serlins.
These two names represent despair in the North.
"So much—so much meat." Anna stood behind Lorraine, staring blankly at the distant tide of monsters.
She wasn't afraid; she was calculating how long these things would burn if they caught fire.
"It's all garbage." Ohm curled his lip, crossed his arms, and looked disdainful. "In terms of quality, it's not as good as the Tier 3 mechs I can produce, and in terms of quantity, it's not even a tenth of the mechs in our inventory."
Lorraine turned and glanced at her: "Ready?"
"Big brother, are you questioning the production capacity of the Witch of a Thousand Machines?" Ohm snorted and snapped his fingers.
Click click click—
The gates of the folding warehouse burst open with a roar.
The heavy clanging of metal drowned out the howling of the wind and snow.
The earthquake trembled.
A silver-gray army surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.
That wasn't a sophisticated Golden Age mech, but rather a mass-produced suicide infantry unit that Ohm had cobbled together from all the battlefield scraps, slag, and damaged parts using the "Universal Mechanical Repair Factory" over the past few days.
They lack elaborate paintwork; some even have heads that are just red-glowing cameras, and their hands are welded with crudely made chainsaws and gunpowder guns.
But there are many of them.
Densely packed, covering the mountains and plains.
As for the true elite, those complete Tier 3 mechs, Ohm kept them as a trump card.
That's right, in Ohm's calculations, this army of monsters could be dealt with using only these scrap metal mechs!
"Go, my scrap metal kids!" Ohm pumped his fist excitedly. "Give those rotten meat bastards a piece of their minds!"
The two torrents collided violently in the middle of the snowfield.
There was no probing, no pre-battle rhetoric.
Only the most primal killing.
puff!
The chainsaw sliced into the troll's belly, and black blood spurted out.
Then came a deafening roar as the alchemical gunpowder inside the mech exploded, blasting it and the troll into pieces.
This is Lorraine's tactic.
Use scrap materials to acquire elites.
The numerical advantage that the monster army was so proud of became a joke in the face of this tireless, fearless mechanical horde that could continue fighting as long as the central control unit was still intact.
The battlefield instantly turned into a meat grinder.
Mechanical limbs and monster carcasses were mixed together, covering the snow.
far away.
Modir, suspended in mid-air, had a face so dark it was almost dripping with gloom. He wore a tattered gray robe and was surrounded by black annihilation particles.
"Is this the human who killed Haji?" Modir's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together. "Using such despicable means to deplete our forces?"
Serlins, standing nearby, chuckled strangely.
He was a small, thin dwarf, riding a huge skeletal dragon, fiddling with several skulls in his hands: "Isn't it interesting? There are no souls in those iron lumps; my fear shrieks have no effect on them."
"A bunch of useless trash," Modir muttered coldly.
He looked down at the stalemate on the battlefield, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.
These monsters may be cannon fodder, but they also represent his dignity. Being blocked here by a bunch of broken metal is an insult to a fourth-tier powerhouse.
"Since your retinue is useless, let them all disappear."
Modir raised his withered hand.
A jet-black sphere, only the size of a fist, condensed in his palm.
That's not magic.
That was the pure rule—annihilation.
"He's about to make his move." Lorraine's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately pressed his earpiece. "Ohm, disperse the mechs!"
That's too late.
Modir tossed it casually.
The black ball floated down, landing in the area where the two armies were most engaged in battle.
There was no explosion.
There was no fire.
There was only a suddenly expanding black void.
Within a radius of 500 meters, whether it was a roaring troll or a frantically slicing mech, the moment they came into contact with the black ripples, they vanished into thin air, like a pencil drawing being erased by an eraser.
Even sound was swallowed up.
The battlefield, which had been deafeningly noisy just moments before, was now instantly cleared of a large, pale expanse of snow.
All that remained was a bottomless pit.
"This is—the Winter of Oblivion." Victor swallowed hard, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the sword bulging.
Modir paid no attention to this. He didn't even glance at his dead family members, but instead raised his head, his deathly gray eyes fixed on Lorraine on the city wall from several kilometers away.
"Human, your trick is over."
Modir flashed by.
The next second, he had already traversed a distance of a thousand meters and appeared outside the walls of the Tower of Babel.
Before that pitch-black annihilation shield, even the air seemed to groan.
A sense of oppression.
A suffocating sense of oppression.
When Modil truly approached, the people on the city wall realized just how vast the gap was between the fourth and third tiers.
He simply hovered there, and the surrounding space began to distort, creaking under the weight of the pressure.
"That wall—" Olivia's face turned pale. She could feel her proud thorn wall trembling.
That was the plant's instinctive fear.
Modir raised his hand, and a black ray condensed at his fingertips.
Noisy!
The rays swept across.
A section of the city wall, reinforced with adamantite armor, was sliced open like tofu, the cut as smooth as a mirror.
The defensive runes attached to it collapsed before they could even be activated.
"Pathetic." Modir sneered.
He doesn't need an army.
He alone is a natural disaster.
"Lorraine, is this all you're relying on?" Modir's voice boomed in everyone's ears. "A bunch of junk, a fourth-tier broken iron wall? You think killing that fool Haji will provoke the real Winter?"
Lorraine did not speak.
He simply turned his head and looked at Victor beside him.
The middle-aged knight was staring intently at Modil in the air, his eyes practically spitting fire.
It wasn't fear, it was the will to fight.
That kind of fervor that comes from being suppressed for half a lifetime and finally being qualified to face even higher peaks.
"Victor," Lorraine spoke, "want to give it a try?"
Victor paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "My lord, I've been waiting to hear you say that for a long time."
"Go," Lorraine said calmly, "but don't die."
"Yes, sir!"
boom!
The floor tiles beneath Victor's feet shattered instantly.
He jumped off the 30-meter-high city wall like a cannonball.
Earthy yellow battle aura surged wildly around him, condensing into a thick suit of rock armor. It was the complete set of secret techniques he had obtained in the Knight's Monastery—the Immovable Barrier.
"Um?"
Modir stared in surprise at the human charging straight at him, then burst into a shrill laugh.
"Hahaha! Did I see that right?"
He pointed at Victor, laughing so hard he almost cried.
"A knight? A human knight wielding a broken sword?"
Are you trying to make me laugh to death?
In the common knowledge of the Northern Realm, humans of the same rank are no match for monsters. Moreover, the knight profession, aside from being tough and resilient, is simply a sitting duck in the face of the power of the rules of a fourth-rank powerhouse.
"court death."
Modir's smile vanished, and his eyes turned cold.
He was too lazy to even use his full strength.
With a casual wave of his hand, an annihilation ball the size of a bowling ball shot out, heading straight for Victor's face.
"Go back!"
The black ball sliced through the air, carrying with it the silence of death.
Victor, suspended in mid-air, had no way to escape.
Or rather, he never intended to avoid it at all.
"Drink!"
Victor roared, gripping Fimbull's Wolf King Greatsword tightly with both hands. His earth-yellow battle aura compressed instantly, covering the sword.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, facing the black sphere that could erase all matter, and slashed down fiercely!
Boom!
The dull thud made everyone's heart skip a beat.
The Sphere of Annihilation collided with the Wolf King's Greatsword.
The black particles were frantically eroding the yellow battle aura.
"Foolish." Modir didn't even look at the result and turned to continue attacking the city wall.
But as soon as he turned around, he froze.
That knight did not disappear.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Victor remained in his slashing stance, his armor corroded and pitted, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he blocked it!
The Wolf King Greatsword let out a mournful cry, yet it stubbornly withstood the annihilation.
"Hey, you, the one floating in the sky."
Victor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fierce like those of a hungry wolf.
"Who did you just call Broken Sword?"
Modir slowly turned around, and for the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared in his deathly gray eyes.
"That's interesting."
He raised his hands, and ten annihilation orbs instantly took shape.
"Since you want to die a painful death, I'll grant your wish."
The next second, the air on the battlefield became viscous.
That was a suffocating sensation caused by excessively high magic concentration.
Victor landed, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.
Without pausing, he pushed off with his heels, transforming once again into a streak of yellow light as he hurtled towards Modir in the low sky.
"Immovable Barrier - Charge!"
He was like a human tank, with an indomitable spirit.
"act recklessly."
Modir flicked his fingers.
Whoosh whoosh!
The ten annihilation orbs, like tracking missiles, blocked all of Victor's escape routes.
Each sphere that grazed the ground caused snow and rocks to vanish into thin air, leaving behind shocking craters.
Victor did not dodge.
His fighting spirit shone brightly, and the greatsword in his hand danced like a windmill.
"Rock-Solid Sword Technique - Thousand Layers of Rock Waves!"
Ding Ding Ding Ding!
A cacophony of impacts resounded.
With each collision, a piece of Victor's armor would break off.
The power of annihilation is too domineering; it erases things at the level of rules, and ordinary fourth-order battle qi simply cannot completely counteract it.
But Victor charged right through!
It was only ten meters away from Modir.
five meters.
Three meters!
Victor could even see the pores of surprise on Modir's face.
"Get down here!"
Victor leaped into the air, his greatsword slashing down with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.
This sword strike embodied all his energy and spirit.
The full force of the fourth-tier battle qi erupted, even causing visible ripples in the space itself.
Modir is finally getting serious.
He stopped being arrogant and suddenly clasped his hands together.
hum!
A black, semi-transparent shield opened up in front of him.
clang!!!
The sound of the greatsword striking the shield was not like the clash of metal, but more like the collision of two mountains.
A terrifying shockwave swept out, blowing away all the snow within a radius of 100 meters, revealing the dark brown permafrost beneath.
"Click."
A soft, crisp sound.
Modir's pupils contracted sharply.
His annihilation shield actually cracked open!
It was cleaved in two by a human knight using brute force!
"You bastard!"
Modir felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation. Being bitten on the finger by an ant was worse than being killed.
"Go to hell!"
Modir roared, and the magic within him went berserk.
Ignoring the shattering of his shield, he extended his right hand, his palm condensing into an extremely dense black light—liquidized annihilation power.
Then, using sheer physical strength, he slammed directly at Victor before Victor could even react.
This is the advantage that monsters have over humans.
Not only are their magical abilities stronger than humans, but their physical strength also far surpasses that of humans of the same level.
Every powerful demon, if placed in the human world, would be a prodigy skilled in both physical and magical arts.
His physical abilities are still intact and at their peak.
Victor, however, had exhausted his old strength and had not yet gained new strength.
The black hand was imprinted directly onto Victor's aura armor.
There is no sound.
There was no explosion.
Victor's aura armor instantly melted away, followed by his left arm guard used for blocking, and then—his entire left hand.
It felt like being bitten by an invisible behemoth.
Victor's left wrist and below vanished into thin air.
The intense pain was then transmitted to the brain.
"Ughhhh!"
Victor let out a muffled groan as he was blasted away by the enormous impact, crashing onto the snow in the distance like a rag doll.
Blood gushed out, staining the white snow beneath him.
"Victor!" Anna cried out from the city wall, and the pale flames at the top of the Witch's Tower suddenly shot up three zhang high.
Modir hovered in mid-air, panting heavily, and looked at Victor, who was struggling to get up in the distance, with a cruel smile on his face.
"That's the difference."
He raised his hand, and a massive sphere of annihilation once again condensed in his palm.
"Next time, it'll be your head that disappears."
Victor knelt on the ground, his right hand gripping the greatsword tightly, while blood gushed from the severed wound on his left hand.
He was trembling all over from the pain, but a ferocious smile suddenly appeared on his blood-stained face.
"gap?"
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Have you forgotten whose territory this is?"
Modir was taken aback.
The next second, a beam of emerald green light descended from the sky without warning, precisely enveloping Victor.