Ice Barrier

"No, my Lionheart Knight Order!"

"Damn the Embers of the Burned Kingdom!"

Grand Duke Leo stared at the distant sea of fire, his expression contorted with rage, completely losing his usual composure.

The Lionheart Knight Order are the most powerful legion in the the North, passed down through generations of the Bosk Family, and a crucial asset for the Bosque Duchy in its conquests and rule over various nations.

With the destruction of this legion, even if they win the war, the Principality of Bosque Duchy will not be as secure as before.

He had originally sent out the Lionheart Knight Order only to solidify the defenses and temporarily slow the enemy's advance, but he hadn't expected the Embers of the Burned Kingdom's legions to be so powerful. Even the Lionheart Knight Order, who were always invincible and indestructible in defensive battles, could not withstand the orderly steps of the Dragonkin Paladin surrounded by flames.

"They're coming!"

"This is simply not an enemy we can Contend Against!"

"Hurry, let's go!"

"What do we do? There are flames everywhere!"

Looking at the retreating allied forces in the distance, the ever-approaching Burning Army, and the ground riddled with holes.

Listen to the whistling of gunfire, the menacing shouts of war, and the chaotic wails.

Grand Duke Leo looked up at the thick, white clouds in the sky and murmured softly:

Lord Oszedro

He knew that with the mystery and power of the Silver Dragon in the Clouds, it would surely hear his call, no matter how soft the voice was.

Sure enough, that deep voice rang out—it was Oszedro Mellward.

"This is a war between you mortals, and I will not easily interfere. I have learned countless lessons in my long life."

"The Red Dragon that disrupts the order between dragons and humans has not yet appeared."

Leo Bosk's body trembled slightly as he slowly knelt on one knee, his thick-bearded lips trembling slightly.

"Please, I beg you, in the name of the highest ruler of the the North."

"Our nation is at a critical juncture of life and death. The evil dragon has bestowed upon his retinue boundless evil power, which we mortals are utterly powerless to resist."

His posture was so humble it was almost like dust.

For the first time, the elderly duke felt utterly powerless.

Faced with these powerful beings, the army and country he relied on were like ants, and even the natural environment was something that could be easily changed.

But as long as they can maintain their position and continue the Bosk Family's thousand-year rule, any price they pay is worthwhile.

"Mortal, I have witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties. In my eyes, nothing about you can hide. As for someone like you, if it weren't for the sake of maintaining order and balance, I wouldn't even bother to say a word to you."

"Don't you yourselves know the truth?"

"I have done all I could, but the gap between you and the enemy is far more than just the power bestowed by that Red Dragon."

Sensing the escalating rout around him, Grand Duke Leo disregarded his so-called noble dignity, kneeling on the ground with his forehead pressed against it, melting a shallow pit in the snow.

"Lord Oszedro, I'm doing this for the sake of order in the the North! I beg you, whether it's power or money, whatever you desire, we can provide it."

"Never mind."

"Tsk, I still love meddling in other people's business."

A long sigh echoed through the air.

Grand Duke Leo immediately raised his head with a sigh of relief, his face full of surprise.

Only the long, drawn-out Draconic could be heard echoing in the clouds, lingering over this scarred ice plain.

The ground trembled violently and uncontrollably, and a cold wind seemed to be howling around them, making everyone on the battlefield shiver.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar and intense fluctuations in the Weave, an ice wall stretching for miles and reaching the clouds suddenly rose from the ground, enveloping almost all the allied soldiers.

This ice wall wasn't thick, less than an inch, but it was incredibly hard and exuded a bone-chilling cold. Even the Ogre's giant cannon couldn't break it, and even the slightest touch would cause frostbite.

[Greater Ice Barrier]

For a time, all the armies of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom were blocked by this spell, and even if they used all their strength, they could not break through this barrier.

"Damn it, what is this thing?"

"We were about to wipe out the enemy's main force! And then this damn thing popped out!"

"Where's the Ogre heavy artillery legion? Are they just sitting around doing nothing?"

"Stop! Don't get frostbite!"

Behind the army of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom, on the high slopes on the north bank of the two great rivers.

The Ogre Archmage, Lang Pu, gazed at the pristine ice barrier in the distance. He unconsciously gripped his toothpick-like staff, his ugly face displaying an extremely solemn expression.

"Spells of this quality"

"It's definitely a legendary mage! That Silver Dragon made its move! Or perhaps they have other spellcasters hidden among them. This is something no local Anzeta spellcaster could possibly pull off!"

Lang Pu picked up his staff and pointed it towards the opposite bank.

As he chanted the incantation, an incredibly hot fireball roared past and slammed directly into the ice barrier—it was Greater Fireball that Lang Pu had modified many times.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the fireball left only charred marks, while the ice barrier remained completely still.

This is the power of a high-level spell cast by a legendary mage; even a powerful army like the Burning Legion cannot easily defeat it, and even Lang Pu is powerless against it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Huge metal shells crashed into the ice barrier, creating explosions in mid-air. The ground was shaken by the continuous roars, yet the seemingly thin and fragile barrier still shimmered in the sunlight.

Looking at the terrifying explosion, Viscount Luton, standing among the Northern Nobles, was still shaken. He couldn't help but pat his chest to clear his somewhat rapid breathing.

"Phew, phew, thank goodness."

"Fortunately, we still have Lord Oszedro."

"The army of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom is truly terrifying; it can practically be called the Scourge Legion."

Viscount Luton was still shaken by the fierce attack from the Embers of the Burned Kingdom.

He witnessed firsthand the Celestials who performed miracles fall from the sky one after another, and he also saw the once invincible Lionheart Knight Order reduced to ashes.

—It seems that everything that stands in the way of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom's army will be utterly destroyed, without exception.

"Fine."

"We have Lord Oszedro."

He repeated what he had just said.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek rang out, followed by a series of explosions, which made the wasteland tremble once again.

"Wait, what's that?"

Viscount Luton's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously raised his head, a terrible guess forming in his mind that he had long anticipated but still did not want to believe.

A dazzling point of light appeared on the distant horizon, piercing the azure sky.

Immediately afterwards, a blurry figure streaked across the sky with dazzling flames, leaving a long, blinding red trail that seemed to cleave the entire sky in two.

He fell like a shooting star!

The sky was violently torn apart! As the sound grew louder, the Northern Nobles and the soldiers of the allied army all looked up, and in their terrified eyes, the figure grew larger and larger.

"No--"

"It's him! He's here!"

Viscount Luton couldn't help but cry out in surprise, as the nightmare that had haunted him for years resurfaced in his mind.

"Purgatory Calamity!"

He shouted the name, and his trembling legs immediately became wet, and several pale yellow holes appeared in the snow beneath his feet.

Thank you so much to "Sima Liangren" for the 20th month's votes! This humble writer has never seen so many votes before, I'm amazed.