Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 495 - 301: Heavy Assault (Part 2)
Chapter 495: Chapter 301: Heavy Assault (Part 2)
A few heavily armored knights with Red Tide’s special fighting energy cloaks rode forward from the rear, shouldering heavy Red Tide-style magic explosion bullet launchers, the barrels trembling with a metallic “click”.
Regis stood at the front of the formation, waved his sword, and shouted like thunder: “Pierce through the enemy gate!”
Boom!!
The next second, a magic explosion bullet tore through the air, crashing towards the front gate like meteoric rain!
With a loud bang, the entire wooden and iron double doors shattered explosively, debris scattering dozens of steps away, the knights defending behind were blasted off their mounts.
The explosion’s shockwave, wrapped in fiery destruction, instantly engulfed several rows of guards at the entrance.
Regis’s lips coldly curled: “Not bad.”
Then he slashed his sword forward obliquely, shouting: “Broken Blade, attack!”
The knight order rallied with a roar, like a steel fortress suddenly advancing, silver-patterned longswords raised high in charge.
On the city wall, Viscount Zachariah’s face was pale, his figure stumbled as he was knocked to the ground, his cloak torn by the magic explosion’s aftermath, looking disheveled and pitiful.
“A frontal assault!? Damn… are they crazy!”
He struggled to stand up, looking down at the hundred Red Tide knights breaking through like lightning, his throat tightening.
The three hundred knights had not yet fully formed their ranks, and the four hundred Snow Swearer’s remnants were still redeploying.
He thought there was at least time to build a defense line, but that initial magic explosion bullet shattered the entire battlefield rhythm.
Regis charged at the forefront, like an azure-blue streak of light weaving through the enemy lines, sword light flashing, blood splattering, resembling a flower of the other shore blooming in the snow.
“Watch out!”
The frontline knight commander exclaimed, yet before organizing a counterattack, he saw Regis’s longsword sweeping with a cold gleam, and a semicircular fighting energy slash burst into the air.
Boom!
The two leading knights, horse and all, were split in two; blood lines hadn’t even settled before the corpses fell lifeless.
“Don’t be afraid! They are only a hundred! Surround them!” yelled a deputy, trying to stabilize morale.
But before he finished speaking, the Broken Blade Knight Order spread its wings instantly!
The heavy cavalry pressed forward, like an iron wall crushing the enemy’s front line, while the rear light cavalry penetrated the breach Regis made, slashing into the stream of blood and flesh like a giant longsword.
Blades tore through iron armor, fighting energy shattered spears, and every move by the Broken Blade knights was as precise and lethal as from a textbook, conducting an efficient slaughter.
“Retreat quickly! Retreat!!”
The sound of the defeated finally rang, the frontline collapsing like a snow dam breaking.
Suddenly, a shout erupted from the flank: “Kill!!”
It was a Snow Swearer warrior squad temporarily formed, clad in wolf skins of gray and white, eyes crimson.
They charged with battle axes and spears, roaring fiercely over shattered stones, showing no fear against the knights’ fighting energy front line.
The leader bolder still, thrust himself forward, wearing rusty armor, roaring as his fighting energy spread like a storm.
But Regis only glanced back coldly.
He pointed his longsword ahead, spoke softly: “Flank, suppress.”
A horn sounded, and the left wing of the Broken Blade Knight Order galloped forth immediately.
Leading them was a female knight, her lance’s cold gleam like a snake, blue fighting energy swiftly forming into a blade, carving an arc in mid-air!
A strike piercing the Snow Swearer leading warrior’s chest, fighting energy bursting through the body, blood mist exploding in the air!
Then more riders arrive simultaneously, shields advancing like walls, heavy blows severing the Snow Swearer’s knees and shoulders, their axes knocked away, crushed into blood and mud before any counterattack could form!
Though the Snow Swearer remnants were valiant, under the Knight’s fighting energy suppression, they couldn’t form formations, broken individually.
The final wave of Snow Swearers gathered behind a ruinous stone building, attempting a last stand with a makeshift defense line.
Yet, the right flank of the Broken Blade unit launched three consecutive magic explosion bullets, blasts exploding, drowning the wails of the remnants.
In mere moments, resistance was entirely quelled.
The gale scattered the gunpowder smoke, the blend of blood and dust filling the ruins of the castle with a rust-like metallic stench.
Once those knights shouting “Surround them,” now lay dead across the street, armor shattered, warhorses silently fallen.
And the Broken Blade Knight Order of one hundred men, stood in neat formation amidst the ruins, with only a dozen or so wounded, yet not a single one had fallen.
This was a complete massacre, not even worthy of being called a war, just a ruthless slaughter by high-tier knights over the disadvantaged.
The enemy had only a lingering wave struggling to hold on.
“Lord Viscount! Hurry, run! Escape!!”
Behind the last stone fortress, Viscount Zachariah’s face was pale as paper, splattered with the blood of his subordinates.
He grabbed a nearby wounded Snow Swearer soldier, and growled, “The cellar! To the cellar! Through the secret passage, to the sacrificial hall! There’s still hope there.”
Thus, under the knights’ desperate cover, he led over twenty wounded soldiers, stumbling into the main castle, heading straight for the underground evil god altar that had been sealed for many years.
“As long as… as long as we offer blood to Him… He will respond… He will still be willing to protect us, the descendants of the Old Snow Country…” Zachariah’s eyes were wild, muttering spells under his breath.
His shadowy soldiers behind him walked alongside the walls, their steps chaotic, blood flowing in a line, but none stopped.
Once those Red Tide Knights caught up, there would be no way out.
At the end of the cellar under the main castle, a dim blue magic light quietly seeped through the cracks.
It was an ancient sacrificial hall, with a circular dome built of white stone bricks, but the seams were already crawling with twisted black vines like snakes, crammed with dense reliefs.
The upside-down statue of the Ancient God of Cold Abyss, seven eyes and a mouth, like a nightmare opened within the ice abyss.
In the center of the stone altar, Viscount Zachariah, his face twisted, knelt on the ground, holding a still-beating human heart aloft, his incantations rapid, like a cold wind passing through cracks, stirring eerie echoes in the space.
“With blood for eyes, with heart for body, blood debts to be repaid by snow… Master of the Cold Abyss, please will you—”
“Enough.” A deep voice coldly interrupted the echo of the spells.
The next moment, Fighting Energy exploded like thunder, as the iron door of the cellar burst apart!
Regis’s Fighting Energy swept across the altar like an extremely cold wind, followed by dozens of Broken Blade elite carrying swords as they entered.
“You shouldn’t have come, Louis’s dog…”
Kneeling in the pool of blood, Viscount Zachariah suddenly lifted his head, deep blue sigils surfacing in his eyes, he bit his tongue, and struck the ground with both palms, as blood spread like a web!
The stone slabs instantly revealed dozens of ancient spell marks, writhing like tentacles among the cold abyss deep sea, while in the tremor of spells, the air seemed to stifle, and malice surged like tide.
“With blood as key, with heart as guide! Abyssal cleave!”
A mass of pitch-black magical intent suddenly burst forth, like a soul-tearing screech diving straight at Regis’s forehead!
That was the Ancient God of Cold Abyss’s mental corruption spell, capable of tearing apart one’s will, leading it into the abyss of madness.
But Regis didn’t retreat even a single step.
“Star Abyss Barrier, activate.”
He murmured, the starry pattern on his forehead blazing, Fighting Energy rising like a shield from his body.
Instantly forming a transparent azure barrier, forcefully blocking that wave of sorcery outside it.
This was his bloodline talent, the Star Abyss Barrier, able to block attacks of Fighting Energy and Magic, and certainly effective against sorcery too.
The clash of evil power against the barrier’s edge raised a crackling sound, yet it couldn’t penetrate.
With no ripple in his gaze, Regis unsheathed his sword in the next instant, his figure darting like light!
Cold blue Fighting Energy erupted, the longsword transformed into a stream of breaking light, sweeping across before Zachariah’s shocked spell could be completed!
“Slash!”
The sword’s light cleaved through array and malice.
“Urgh!!!”
Viscount Zachariah’s body flung like a rag doll against the cracked statue, spewing masses of blood, his incantations fragmenting, as he fainted completely.
The relief wall of the Ancient God of Cold Abyss shuddered slightly under the aftershock of Fighting Energy.
The statue cracked with a “crack” into a winding seam, as if it too was moaning softly.
Regis sheathed his sword coldly, his protective Fighting Energy gradually retracting, and with a calm turn, he ordered, “Secure the scene, collect evidence, and take him back to Red Tide City.”
“Yes!”
The Broken Blade Knight Order elite began dispersing to clear the field, dismantling the remaining offering platform and array engravings, eradicating the entire heretical base one by one, leaving no trace.
