Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 455 - 288: Final Battle (Part 1)

Chapter 455: Chapter 288: Final Battle (Part 1)

This is not an army, but a tide of calamity forged by blood and flames!

“Drum.” Duke Edmund issued the order briefly.

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”

In an instant, ten thousand drums roared simultaneously, battle flags surged like tides, and the previously silent and oppressive battle line suddenly came alive.

Some wavering pioneer knights tightened their grip on their short spears and gritted their teeth, stepping forward.

Among the Silver Teeth Army, a young knight’s palms were drenched in cold sweat. Hearing the drumbeats, he felt as if he was fiercely pushed, abruptly drawing his longsword.

An older knight who had been praying softly with his head down now raised his head, gazing at the creatures on the horizon, rekindling his rage as if returning to the glacial frontline thirty years ago.

Fifty thousand warriors advanced half a step in unison, and their steely resolve condensed into an unshakeable wall of will.

The canyon winds shrieked like whistles tearing through the throat, leaving only the colors of snow and blood in the world.

Edmund stood on the command platform, frost congealing on his cloak and armor, as his giant hammer slowly lifted.

“They’re coming in.” he whispered, “Ignite hell.”

As the first Frost Giant stepped deep into the canyon floor, there was a crisp “click” sound, akin to the awakening of a war god.

“Boom————!!!”

In an instant, the entire Bone Burying Canyon was torn apart like by thunder, flames and rock fragments soared into the sky, the Magic Explosion Bullet detonating the trap zone. Then the petroleum ignited, black flames danced like serpents and devoured like dragons, spreading hundreds of meters along the canyon.

A dozen giants charging ahead were caught off guard, blown into the air by the explosion, their bodies disintegrating in the flames, black vines bursting, furious blooms withering, the wrathful flames raining down like bloody rain!

“Release the arrows!!!”

On the cliffs on both sides, the shooting troops were long ready, over a thousand bow riders simultaneously drew bows and released arrows.

Arrows poured like meteors suddenly falling from the night sky, directly aiming for the giant’s furious blooms and eyes!

“Crack——!”

The sound of furious vines breaking merged into one, bright red vine sap rising like poisonous mist, covering dozens of meters.

One giant after another howled in pain and knelt, their steel knees pounded into the icefield, crushing the elite formation of the Barbarian Race that hadn’t had time to move from behind.

Berserkers were thrown flying, magical beasts screeched and wailed, and the previously dense battle lines of the Barbarian Army plunged into chaos in an instant!

They began to shove and trample each other, trying to dodge their comrades’ falling bodies from the sky, yet were driven into deeper frenzy by the red mist of the furious bloom domain!

Boom——!!

With the subsequent batch of Magic Explosion Bullets detonating at the canyon floor, numerous Barbarian soldiers and magical beast bodies were blown apart, fragments raining down.

Yet this did not end the enemy’s frenzy, on the contrary, the true terror was just beginning.

Those bodies began to move.

They split open and peeled away, amidst the wriggling of blood and muscle, dark red vines grew madly from within, entwining skeletons, clinging to the ground, like snakes or tentacles.

In the surge of flesh, furious blooms of flesh color blossomed, clusters upon clusters, patches upon patches, like a hellish feast unfolding in the snow.

What followed closely was a tide of blood mist.

“Cover your faces! Chew the herbs! Don’t look at the flowers!” came the urgent roar of the messenger among the coalition.

The warriors reflexively retrieved cracked herbal blocks from their bosoms, stuffed them into their mouths, chewed repeatedly, then pulled down their face masks.

The bitterness spread, yet suppressed the hallucinations emerging in their minds.

Those plants called “furious blooms” were releasing crimson mist, polluting the spirit, inciting anger, and stirring up slaughter.

The coalition was well-prepared; these soldiers were not facing the power of the Burning Pain Vine Court for the first time.

Every combatant carried drugs made from calming herbs, though somewhat crude, sufficiently severing their connection to fury temporarily.

The rumbling, burning, screeching, the breath of death rampantly churned inside Bone Burying Canyon.

The meticulously arranged Magic Explosion Bullets tore the earth apart, blood and furious blooms burst and scattered together, in an instant the whole canyon seemed stained into a scorching red hell.

“Hiss…!!”

The Barbarian soldiers’ bodies convulsed in the flames, their abdominal cavities burst open, sharp and writhing vine thorns erupted from bone seams, igniting flame sparks of flesh, reminiscent of clusters of living flame vine furnaces.

What spewed forth was a suffocating red mist.

Anger pulse activated!

These fleshy flowers pulse like a heartbeat, waves of pulses spreading from the center of blood vines to the four corners, all the Barbarian Army touched by the mist instantly have their pupils turn red, muscles swell, and emit beast-like roars.

Their rage, under the influence of the red mist, continuously expands.

Muscles rapidly swell, strength increases manifold, speed skyrockets, skin cracks, yet no pain is felt, even those with severed arms drag bloodied bones and continue charging, as if the entire army has turned into enraged demons.

But just at the moment the pulse spread, a dull explosion shattered the rhythm of anger’s resonance.

“Throwing team, fire!”

One by one, short stick-like objects painted with blue patterns arced gracefully through the air, landing precisely into the center of the anger flowers.

“Cold Breath Hammer Explosive Bullet, detonate!”

These Cold Breath Hammer Explosive Bullets are not standard military equipment but are made from the Frost Devour Soul Shock Bullet formula sent by Red Tide Lord Louis.

Unfortunately, there is neither the same alchemy materials library as in Red Tide Territory nor an alchemy workshop capable of complete replication here, let alone enough time.

It doesn’t possess the Frost Devour Soul Shock Bullet’s precision to instantly freeze and shatter emotional nerves, or directly smash the anger center, but it’s sufficient to cause interference and temporary paralysis, which is enough.

A blue-white air wave exploded at the core anger point, as if those barbarian soldiers plunged into madness were struck by lightning, their anger suddenly severed.

Some collapsed straight, some stared blankly around, while others uncontrollably drove sharp claws into the chests of their comrades nearby, emitting muffled roars.

“Uh… Aaaaaahhh!!”

The blankness after emotional links were severed, converted into even more primordial chaos.

Swarms of barbarian soldiers tore at each other at the extinguished anger flower spot, turning against each other, blood mist splattering backward into army formations, unleashing more chaos and shock.

On the coalition command platform, a deputy general excitedly had his Adam’s apple jump: “Hit it…! Anger’s resonance was broken!!”

“The Northern Territory cannot be lost, life and death depend on this battle.” Edmund raised the Giant Hammer high.

With his command, the coalition of fifty thousand knights surged forward like a waking steel tide, three formations advancing together, battle boots grinding ice and snow, with the snowfield emitting a bone-cracking low hum.

In the trap zones, petroleum reignited, a line of fire snake meandering out, isolating the gorge and dead zone.

The dim sky was suddenly dyed red by the flames, casting shadows heavily upon enemy silhouettes.

The barbarian warriors entwined with blood vines rushed forth with snarls, as if crawling from an abyssal hell.

Magical beasts with protruding bone spurs charged in like roaring thunder, red mist erupting from cracked vine armor.

At the front line, a Frost Giant not yet fallen roared waving its hammer, sweeping away a row of knights!

“Charge!!!”

The Silver Teeth Army was the first to break formation, knights roaring as they charged towards the monster front line.

The Broken Blade Army closely followed, infantry shields pushed aside anger vines, short blades stabbed into twisted flesh, splashing scarlet hot waves!

Flames, blood mist, snow frost, and roars, combined in the gorge to form hell’s roar.

An old knight fought until his helmet shattered and armor cracked, yet still wielded a sword to cleave open a Beast Stripped Beast’s head.

Another bow rider maiden leapt onto the rock walls, shooting six arrows in succession, piercing the anger flower eye core of a giant!

But the enemy would not retreat.

Each barbarian warrior who fell, their bodies would crack open, sprouts vines, entangling other fallen comrades.

Between the decay of blood and flesh, the ground began to squirm, vine walls quietly formed, red mist rolled again, madness force spreading forth.

“Bite the herbs!”

Coalition soldiers bit off bitter herbs at their lips, resisting mental pollution.

Simultaneously, Cold Breath Hammer Explosive Bullet shot out, precisely hitting the anger flower core, dispersing the red mist, various Barbarian Army emotions crumbled in an instant, turning to bite their own side, howling like rabid dogs!

The battlefield changed in a heartbeat, good versus evil, reason versus madness, colliding constantly.

This was the border of life and death.

Burial Gorge, like its name, would become the endpoint of all things.

But at this moment fifty thousand coalition troops built an uncompromising wall of flesh and blood, using the knight’s vow, trying to keep the monsters from the abyssal rage beyond the final frontier.