Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 458 - 290: Louis Battles Titus
Chapter 458: Chapter 290: Louis Battles Titus
The dusk of the Bone-Burying Gorge, the wind and snow hit the face like fragmented iron pieces, carrying the scent of blood.
Louis overlooked the battlefield from the high ground of the gorge, his gaze sweeping over the purgatory interwoven with red and white snow.
He had already known today’s outcome through his Daily Intelligence System several days prior.
Duke Edmund would launch the final offensive here… and fail.
So he spared no effort in leaving the defense of the Red Tide Territory, bringing two hundred carefully selected Elite Knights, hoping to change the predetermined outcome.
They traveled day and night, without any rest, and managed to make it in time.
Of course, Louis was also fully aware that even if he threw all two hundred men into the fray, it would only result in them being swallowed faster.
But what he brought wasn’t just these two hundred knights, but also weapons to counter Anger that the Northern Alliance Army didn’t have.
This group of knights, each wore anti-Anger potions and Frost Leaf masks he personally supervised the formulation of, carrying high-purity cold-breath fog tanks.
They even carried a limited amount of Frost Leaf concentrated explosive bullets and Frost Devourer soul-shaking bombs. These were ingenious weapons that the Northern Alliance Army could not produce.
They were invented by Louis based on intelligence provided by the Daily Intelligence System, specifically created for the Burning Pain Vine Court.
Of course, when they reached the battlefield, Louis did not immediately order a charge, because in such a large-scale battle, these weapons needed to be used at the most critical moment.
What could truly change the outcome was not a desperate fight but breaking the spine of the enemy at their strongest moment.
Thus, all two hundred men he brought hid in the shadows of the canyon, waiting for the signal.
Their presence was invisible to the alliance army.
To the enemy, it was like an invisible longsword hanging over their heads.
The roar of the battlefield continuously reached them, Louis could even see Duke Edmund leading his troops to withstand the Frost Giants and the raging vine beast horde.
The red mist grew thicker, the air seemed soaked by burning blood, the warriors’ shouts became distorted, and even the clashing of steel sounded mad.
Finally, the moment arrived…
The concentrated angry red mist erupted from Titus, who had fallen from the shoulder of the giant.
Even Duke Edmund’s figure was affected by the red mist, his body beginning to stagger slightly.
Louis’ pupils suddenly contracted, and he raised his hand with a wave.
“Everyone, fire!”
A dull continuous roar exploded in the valley, the Frost Leaf Vine concentrated version of the magic explosive bullet transformed into a wave of silver-blue mist, forcibly tearing open a gap in the red mist.
The cold and acrid air could sever the mental resonance of the Anger Blossom like a blade.
Meanwhile, two hundred Red Tide Elite Knights charged like a crimson lightning into the edge of the battlefield at Louis’ gesture, the thundering hooves in the blood-soaked mud stirred the wind to cut through the red mist like a knife.
They did not engage the enemy head-on but maintained a high-speed ride, circling in a semicircular arc around the core of the battle and occasionally throwing light Frost Devourer soul-shaking bombs to prevent the approach of vine monsters.
Everyone had specially made sprayers attached to their waists and the sides of their saddles, continuously releasing an icy blue mist as they galloped.
The mist carried the chill and the bitter fragrance of herbs, where it passed, the red mist receded as if crushed.
Moments ago, knights with eyes red like beasts cradled their heads and wept, as if waking from a nightmare.
The knight in a frenzy abruptly halted his longsword, panting as tears blurred his vision, his sanity gradually restored.
Of course, these were those not too deeply affected; as for the barbarian knights who were severely afflicted, there was no saving them.
The route of the Red Tide Knights was precise to the extreme, avoiding the densest parts of the battle while covering the largest area of the red mist.
The fast-moving figures intertwined like threads, seemingly using icy blue threads to forcibly twist off the original turbulent madness on the battlefield.
On the other side, as the icy blue mist of the Red Tide swept past Duke Edmund’s face, it was like a basin of icy water poured over his head.
The brutal whispers were forcibly cut off, his breathing clear once more.
He raised his eyes through the swirling smoke and saw the red flag of the Red Tide waving in the distance, that touch of red, in this world dyed red by the Anger Blossom, shook his heart.
It’s Louis!
But there was no time to think more, Titus was right in front.
Titus stood at the center of the battlefield, his entire being like a terrifying idol sculpted from blood vines and anger.
The Anger Blossom bloomed on his back and skull, the petals trembling slowly as if breathing.
Thick blood vines twisted down from his limbs, shattering the battered armor into sharp vine blades, the cold light reflecting dark red veins, writhing like living things.
His eye sockets were long filled by the Anger Blossom, leaving no trace of human emotion, only driven by the will of the Burning Pain Vine Court.
At that moment, he was no longer Titus, but a weapon forged of rage, possessing even the speed and strength of a High Tier Peak Knight.
His movements were unsettlingly strange, each strike wasn’t just the power of his arm, but the simultaneous lashing of several blood vines like steel whips, accompanied by a piercing shriek of torn air.
Eight Transcendent Knights and Duke Edmund formed an iron circle yet were forced into continual retreat with every inhale and exhale, like being engulfed by a blizzard from all sides.
A Cold Iron Elite Knight bearing a shield attempted to approach to block his flank, the thick shield like a wall against the path.
But beneath Titus, the blood vines exploded, vine thorns piercing through the snow, throwing the knight several yards into the air.
The heavy armor shattered mid-air, landing with nothing but a mixture of blood and snow.
Seeing this, Edmund shouted angrily, a Giant Hammer with the force of thunder crashing towards Titus’s head.
The blood vines instantly wove into a vault-like vine shield, the impact shock wave from the hammer causing the surrounding snow to collapse.
