Aftermath

"How... is this possible..."

Breda's head fell to the ground. The Demons' vitality was truly tenacious; even after being decapitated, they could still speak.

"You should already be..."

"Are you already immersed in the happiness you've always longed for?"

Lorenzo casually flicked the blood off his scythe.

In Roman Mythology, Saturn was the god of illusion, darkness, and measurement, and was also regarded as the patron god of wizards. To use a mental attack on the god of illusion would be somewhat presumptuous.

"My body... should have adapted to your True Magic by now..."

Its head, lying on the ground, remains incomprehensible.

"You're adapting to Artemis, what does that have to do with Saturn?"

It's like finding a mousepad on the street and thinking you can open an internet cafe; you get used to a certain True Magic and think you can easily dominate your opponent.

Whether out of naivety or ignorance, Lorenzo glanced at the scattered arrows around him. At this moment, the Mana that constituted Breda's body began to collapse, and dark Mana particles kept drifting out from her broken neck.

However, the barrier covering the forest had not disappeared, and the out-of-control monsters in the distance had even begun attacking all living things they could see.

"Even though Breda is dead, why is the True Magic she left behind still functioning?"

Fern watched all of this, feeling utterly bewildered.

"Because this barrier was completed long ago."

"Frieren said, standing by the second-floor window."

"Breda is only responsible for constructing the spell; what truly maintains the barrier is the blood and Mana of those dead monsters. Unless all the power stored within it is exhausted, it will not automatically dissipate even if the caster is killed."

"How long will it take?"

"At the current pace, it should take about a few weeks."

A few weeks?

Lorenzo looked at the courtyard wall, which had been cracked by the monsters. It would be a miracle if the house could even last a few hours, let alone weeks.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing we can do."

Lorenzo placed the black scythe upright on the ground.

"If I run out of Mana and pass out later, Fern, remember to take me back inside."

"Huh?"

Fern was caught off guard, but then a bone-chilling cold suddenly swept over him.

It seems to have come from Lord Lorenzo's scythe.

In fact, the more essential meaning of Saturn, the god of agriculture, is "black sun," which is the ancient Roman representation of a solar eclipse. As its status in mythology changed, the nature of the black sun was gradually extended to the cold winter sun before the arrival of spring.

Suddenly, a black gap appeared at the edge of the sun. Within seconds, the darkness spread rapidly and completely engulfed the sun, plunging the day into darkness, leaving only a halo hanging in the sky.

"Solar eclipse?"

Fern looked up at the sky.

As soon as she finished speaking, her breath turned into a cloud of white mist.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard were covered with frost at a visible speed, and tiny ice crystals spread upwards along the branches. The monster blood that was originally flowing on the ground also gradually solidified, eventually freezing into a dark red layer of ice.

The monsters that were in the midst of a riot were not spared either. Their movements became increasingly sluggish, and frost quickly formed on their fur and scales. Several smaller Demon Wolves had not even taken a few steps before their limbs were frozen to the ground and they could no longer move.

Eventually, the thick layer of ice completely enveloped their bodies, turning them into ice sculptures.

The barrier that originally covered the entire area finally began to flicker violently after losing its source of power.

Click--

After the first crack appeared on the surface of the barrier, more cracks began to spread in all directions, and finally it shattered completely with a loud bang.

The sunlight returned to the earth, and the black sun hanging in the sky gradually faded.

"This is..."

Fern stared in utter shock at what he saw before him. The trees, the grass, and the rioting monsters were all covered in ice, and the entire landscape had been transformed into a snowy world where one could practically ski.

However, he himself was not harmed at all, and Lord Heiter's house was also intact. Apart from the cracks caused by the monster at the beginning, there was not much frost on the walls and windows.

Such a large-scale True Magic was already quite extravagant, yet Lord Lorenzo was able to control it with such precision when activating it. No wonder Lady Frieren said that with Lord Lorenzo around, there was no need to worry too much.

But just as Fern looked at Lorenzo again, his body suddenly lost its balance and fell forward, and the scythe on one side disappeared.

"Lord Lorenzo!"

Fern quickly reached out, and at the same time, the Volumen Hydrargyrum transformed into a ribbon that wrapped around Lorenzo's waist, stopping him less than half a meter from the ground.

"He's fine, he just overused his Mana. He should wake up after a while."

Heiter came out of the house and examined Lorenzo.

"That's good."

Fern finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Frieren had already crouched down in front of a frozen flower and gently touched it with a finger.

"No matter how many times I see it, this True Magic is truly amazing."

Just then, countless figures appeared on the horizon.

Zanze arrived late with a group of True Magic and monks, just like in movies where officials always arrive only after everything has settled down.

However, the only saving grace was that they at least managed to clean up the battlefield.

"Looks like we're too late."

Zanze landed in the courtyard from the air, his gaze sweeping over the completely frozen forest around him, and his expression visibly stiffened for a moment.

Although she had seen the black sun hanging in the sky from afar, the scene before her eyes when she actually arrived far exceeded her expectations.

Hundreds of demons were turned into ice sculptures, the barrier completely collapsed, and even Breda's Mana had vanished without a trace.

If it weren't for the fact that the houses in Heiter are still relatively intact, this place would look like it had been hit by a blizzard in the middle of summer, or one might even need to wonder if some huge miscarriage of Holy City had recently occurred in the capital.

"Zanze, why are you only arriving now?"

Fern asked, somewhat puzzled.

"We arrived nearby about half an hour ago."

Zanze replied helplessly.

"However, this barrier prevents outsiders from entering. While we were trying our best to break it, the Mana inside the barrier suddenly stopped flowing, and then the entire barrier collapsed on its own."

However, saying it collapsed on its own is probably not accurate. Zanze looked up at the black sun that had not yet completely dissipated, and then looked around at the frozen forest, and roughly guessed what had just happened.

"Is this Mr. Lorenzo's True Magic?"

"Um."

Frieren nodded.

What about Breda?

Zanze continued to ask.

"He has already been killed by Lord Lorenzo."

Fern glanced at Lorenzo, who was being supported by the Volumen Hydrargyrum beside him.

"He then froze the barrier and all the monsters, and according to Lord Heiter, he has now fallen into a coma due to excessive Mana consumption."

"Leave the rest to us. First, take Mr. Lorenzo back to rest."

Zanze said to Fern.

Fern glanced at the astonishing number of ice sculptures around him, then at the group of mages behind Zanze whose expressions were gradually becoming True Magic.

"Are you sure it's okay?"