Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 541 - 328: Heavy Blow Against the Evil God (2)
Chapter 541: Chapter 328: Heavy Blow Against the Evil God (2)
And in the whole world, only this cannon can withstand its roar.
“Activate the stabilization array!” the guardian knight shouted.
The barrel revealed an intersecting pattern of runic lights.
The knights seamlessly inserted the magic explosive bullet into the barrel, making a crisp metallic click.
The runes on the barrel lit up, causing the distant ground to slightly tremble.
“Activate the cooling rune slot, lock the wind direction, adjust the angle by eighteen degrees, engage the triple stabilization ring!”
“Loading complete!”
“Prepare to fire!”
Rumble… Rumble…
The magic cannon gave a deep roar like a wild beast, the entire barrel resonating as a sign of impending mountain tearing.
“Ahahaha!! Fire it quickly!!”
Hillco almost jumped up, eyes wide, staring at the monster he crafted.
Louis simply stood quietly, his gaze constantly fixed on the white expanse ahead where the altar lay.
He slightly moved his fingers, signaling the knight commander to give the order: “Fire.”
At this moment, the snowfield was still.
The next second, thunder shook the ground, flames soared skyward.
A ball of blazing magic energy tore through the sky like daylight, streaking across the canyon sky like a meteor, heading straight for the darkness dormant beneath the seal.
This strike was destined to be recorded in the history of this world.
“Boom ——————!!!!!!”
The heavens and earth suddenly split.
Blazing white light exploded from the altar center without warning, as if the sun had fallen to earth, devouring all colors on the horizon.
Three seconds later, a shock wave expanded violently, carrying an endless sea of fire, scorching lava flows, and blasting gas clouds, roaring like a furious beast, making eardrums throb and hearts spasm.
The entire ancient canyon area was flattened within a hundred meters radius, centered around the altar.
Permafrost as hard as steel was shattered into countless fragments, high temperatures vaporized the snow instantly, forming a mushroom cloud of white mist that rose into the sky, rolling violently in the wind, blocking out the sun.
The area where the altar once stood had now collapsed into a huge crater spewing crimson lava.
The rock layers were burned through, and underground magma surged out, flowing slowly along the fractured ground like Hell’s mouth newly opened.
Countless fragments of stone, ice, and ancient bricks were blasted hundreds of meters away, resembling a meteor shower.
On the observation high ground hundreds of meters away, more than a dozen Red Tide knights were almost all thrown to the ground by the explosive wind.
The cannon operators were blown several meters away, falling heavily into the snow, their protective armor deformed by the impact, blood seeping from their mouths.
“Hahahahahahahaha!!!”
Hillco raised both hands, his clothes fluttering, spinning like a madman in the snow: “It’s a success!!! Did you see that, Lord!”
“This is no longer just a bomb… It’s the war cry of a god!”
He was almost in tears, his voice shaking, as if about to ascend to heaven.
On the other side, Felan, the Cold Iron Knight Order’s leader, stood at the half-ruined cliff, staring hard at the place where the ancient altar once stood, silent for a long time.
After the explosion, the surface subsided nearly ten meters, with all remaining snow, stones, and broken rocks melted by the intense heat.
Now only a scorched black wasteland remained, steaming, as if the blank land erased by a deity.
“This cannon… can no longer be stopped by human strength.” He murmured, his voice almost drowned by the wind and snow.
Felan had witnessed the stunning performance of the Red Tide’s magic explosive bullets in the battlefield during the Nest battle, knowing Red Tide had strong magic explosive bullets, and assumed he was ready mentally.
But when he saw the magma fissure slowly collapsing into the scorched earth, like a demonic giant mouth still gasping, steam rising, blocking sunlight.
“But… who would have thought it has grown this powerful.”
In that instant, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Felan’s heart.
It was a… subtle sense of loss.
He remembered his youth, leading the Knight Order to gallop across the frost plains multiple times, crushing enemy forces with fighting energy, admired by all as the Northern Steel Blade.
But now?
This magic explosive bullet, without expending a single soldier, could erase an enemy outpost, a hilltop, or even… a city.
What does this mean? It means the backbone of war is no longer these knights.
“Perhaps… the honors I once took pride in will truly be buried by history.”
Felan instinctively gripped the sword at his waist, its blade silent, as if feeling its master’s bewilderment.
His throat moved slightly, wanting to say something, but ultimately only sighed.
Yet, Louis, who caused all this, stood motionless, simply watching the still-burning crimson embers.
The high-frequency hum after the magic power’s shock, like a devil’s whisper, unending.
This cannon shot was a remarkable spectacle.
Like ancient legendary dragon flames, or out-of-control forbidden techniques, or the Golden Feather Flower’s oracle three hundred years ago.
Louis, however, showed little emotion, but only he knew the excitement in his heart at this moment was almost about to break through his restrained facade.
Louis certainly understood what this meant.
Even if the enemy were the Dragon Blood Legion, as long as they were unprepared, a single strike could uproot them, turning them to scorched earth, leaving not even ashes.
This was the trump card he had dreamt of.
And also the last card for the Ironblood Empire’s future in this turbulent chess game.
But despite the excitement, he clearly knew: “This kind of power… should not be used lightly.”
It must not be known, understood, nor fall into others’ hands.
It should only appear at the moment of “choosing destiny.”
