Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 752 - 419: Madness (Part 2)
They always managed to appear in the least expected places.
The supply convoy had changed routes, yet it was ambushed just before the torrential rain…
All actions went against intuition.
They didn’t seize the nearest target, didn’t chase the routed soldiers, didn’t expand their victories, but instead, repeatedly avoided the most rational choices.
It was as if someone already knew what he would think.
It felt like someone was standing behind Kael, watching him give orders, only to take the opposite step.
If it had happened just once, Kael could have chalked it up to luck.
But when such things kept happening, when all coincidences pointed in the same direction.
There was only one explanation left.
The castle had long been infiltrated like a sieve.
Scouts, quartermasters, nobility, even those old retainers whose names he could call out, all could have sent the information out.
Otherwise, how could Red Tide possibly know where he hid the grain?
How could they accurately anticipate the rain, the wind direction, and even know exactly when he would issue orders?
Their current silence, to him, was not fear but guilt, their retreating was not evasion but creating distance, waiting for their companions to act.
Baron’s corpse lay on the ground, blood seeping through the cracks in the stone.
Kael didn’t spare it another glance.
That body, which had accompanied the Remont Clan for thirty years, had long since lost its meaning in his eyes.
“Whoever dares to move, I’ll kill first!” Kael frantically waved his longsword, forcing everyone to retreat repeatedly, “I am Raymond!”
He shouted loudly; as long as his identity remained, as long as fear remained, they wouldn’t dare to rush him immediately.
“None of you think about handing me over!!” He stepped backward, his back slamming heavily against the cold stone pillar, with no more space to retreat.
In Kael’s vision, the pack of wolves was converging.
And the people in the council hall could only watch helplessly as their young master, surrounded by self-imagined enemies, collapsed completely in uncontrollable fear.
Just as the nobility was stunned by the bloody scene, Kael confirmed one thing—they were scared, and he had survived.
This was a narrow escape from death.
Not giving anyone more time to react, he suddenly turned, and like a startled beast, charged toward the side door.
The heavy wooden door was forced open by his shoulder, and he staggered out.
Everyone remained dumbfounded, watching Kael’s frantic escape.
“Thinking of exchanging my head for bounty? Dream on.” He panted heavily, his voice shattered yet excited, “I still have one last card.
What father left, even if destroyed, will not be given to Louis.”
He stood up against the wall, dragging his blood-stained longsword, stumbling deeper into the castle.
As the stairs began to descend, the air grew damp and thick, with a pungent smell of sulfur mixed with the scent of blood wafting up from the depths.
That was the Remont Clan’s true last resort.
The massive door at Grey Rock Castle’s lowest level slowly opened before him.
The light suddenly spread out.
The underground hall was even brighter than the surface, with rows of alchemy lamps illuminating the entire space.
In the center was a nearly twenty-meter-diameter blood pool, the dark red liquid reflecting a bizarre silver light under the lamps.
In the blood pool lay the remains of an Ancient Dragon like an opened mountain ridge.
Skeletons bleached white, shattered bone wings hung from chains and sunk into the blood again.
Inside the open chest cavity were densely inserted alchemy pipelines; pumps beneath the dragon’s chest rose and fell heavily, emitting rhythmic, low roars as if breathing for this dead monster.
Around the hall, rows of blackened iron cages were lined up.
Hundreds of children huddled inside the cages.
Thin metal tubes protruded from their bodies, with medicament flowing slowly along the pipes.
Some twitched faintly, some no longer moved, while others let out hoarse groans that couldn’t form words.
They had no names, only numbers.
“Young Master!” The Chief Alchemist approached; he was unaware of what had happened above the laboratory, assuming a routine inquiry, he began his report.
“The suppression field has entered the red zone! The fully-formed units haven’t completed their taming, and the semi-finished ones are in a strong rejection period! Releasing them now…”
Before he could finish, a flash of the sword passed.
The Chief Alchemist’s voice abruptly stopped as his body was felled by one strike, blood splattering on the talisman array on the ground.
“Get out of the way.” Kael’s voice was unusually calm.
He stepped over the fallen body, ignoring the other alchemists’ screams, and climbed onto the master control console beside the blood pool.
Countless indicator lights flashed madly before his eyes, with alarm runes glowing a crimson red.
His hands grasped the red gate symbolizing ultimate authority.
“Come out.” His mouth twisted into a nearly hysterical smile, “Children, go and kill all those bad people above.”
The gate was forcibly pulled down, and piercing alarms instantly echoed underground.
The iron cages burst open one after another.
The first ones out were sixty fully-formed units.
They stood over two meters tall, bodies covered in gray-black scales, limbs bent at reverse joints, and eyes with vertical pupils, cold without any emotion.
Then came hundreds of semi-formed Dragon Blood Youth.
Their mutations were incomplete, bodies torn and reshaped repeatedly in agony and fury, charging at the light with roars.
Kael stood above, spreading his arms wide, laughing wildly.
This was his army, his final trump card; they obeyed only the Remont.
At that moment, one fully-formed unit, numbered 3373, suddenly leapt onto the control console.
It landed silently, vertical pupils constricting, watching Kael without any fluctuation.
Ignoring orders, showing no signs of submission.
