The True Face of the Trump Card, the Beauty of Destruction

The Silver Sword Commander traversed the last muddy ruin of the fifth Fifth Ring, his blood-dripping sword tip pointing directly at the tightly closed Inner Fortress gates ahead.

The anger that had been suppressed for so long had gradually turned into excitement.

The layers of human outer shell have been stripped away, leaving only a heart that can be easily pulled out and crushed.

The moment this door is cleaved open, it will personally cut off the head of the silver-haired lord atop the tower and hang it in the most conspicuous place on this scorched earth.

Behind it, the Ghoul Legion had gone completely mad.

After several days of bloody battles, the ground reeked of human blood, and the Inner Fortress gates were right in front of them, burning away the last vestiges of consciousness in these Magic Creature.

They roared with low, rapid growls as they jostled and pushed forward, each wanting to be the first to plunge into the still-living flesh behind the door.

The Silver-Sword Ghoul Commander stopped suppressing them at this point.

The frustration ingrained by days of fighting and the near-certain victory had made it too lazy to care about such trivial matters.

As a result, almost all of the core elite forces were deployed.

The remaining dozen or so Tier Third-Tier Ghoul, along with hundreds of the most ferocious Second Tier mutated skeletons, were like a pack of ravenous beasts with bloodshot eyes, crammed into this cramped area pieced together from the ruins of the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Ring.

The area in front of the Inner Fortress gate had been completely crushed by this dark and heavy horde of high-level monsters.

They all exerted force in the same direction, roaring, shoving, and trampling over their own kind and corpses as they advanced, preparing to launch a final, fierce attack on the city.

At the top of the tower, a cold wind swirled Ashen and splattered against Shien's face.

He stood on the edge of the stone platform, looking down at the inner battlefield below, which was completely filled with the horde of zombies.

The already limited area of ruins between the Third Ring, fourth, and fifth Fifth Ring had now been squeezed into a viscous, overflowing mess by the Ghoul Legion.

More than ten Tier Third Tier backbone members were at the forefront, followed by hundreds of Second Tier mutated elites clinging tightly to the back, and then layers of low-level zombie hordes pushing inwards.

Shien stared for a long time, his gaze gradually turning cold.

Then, a cold, emotionless smile slowly spread across his lips, "You forced me to do this."

In the deepest underground bunker of the Inner Fortress, the heavily armored soldiers who had been waiting for a long time tensed up at the same time.

The heavy lever was grabbed by several people and pulled hard to the bottom with a piercing "crack".

The next instant, it was as if something long dormant deep within the Frozen Tundra had been forcibly awakened.

The four Tier Three Sourceblood Crystal embedded in the Fifth Ring Road were overloaded simultaneously, and the entire crystal instantly burned into a white, incandescent fuse.

The rough Rune circuits between the third and Fifth Ring were ignited, and all of them lit up, with scarlet lines crawling out one after another at the bottom of the broken trenches.

Like a network of blood vessels that suddenly came to life, it connected the entire inner battlefield into a giant explosive.

Before the Blood Moon Season, the craftsmen and alchemy apprentices had already painstakingly hollowed out the Frozen Tundra beneath the inner three-ring trenches.

The vast underground cavity was filled with highly concentrated Sacred Tallow and potent Alchemical Fire Oil.

This is Blackpine Fief's last trump card.

"Boom-!!!"

Then, the second tone, the third tone, the fourth tone----

A series of dull, jarring tremors, so intense they felt like your chest was about to burst, surged upwards along the Frozen Tundra.

The entire Blackpine Fief seemed to be struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer, with large areas of the ground in the Third Ring, fourth, and Fifth Ring collapsing and crumbling at the same instant.

The soil, piles of corpses, broken stakes, and fragments of Pig Iron were all hurled into the air in one go.

At the same time, platinum-gold Holy Flame and ghastly green alchemical Poisonfire burst forth from the earth's surface.

Platinum flames surged upwards along the Sacred Tallow, while ghastly green flames, mixed with Lamp Oil and Corpse Poison, swirled and churned. The two forces entangled in mid-air, instantly coalescing into a pillar of fire that pierced the sky.

The entire inner battlefield seemed to crack open beneath their feet, swallowing the Magic Creature Legion crammed with ruins along with the corpses scattered all over the ground.

The moment the pillar of fire shot up, even the scarlet full moon in the sky dimmed for a moment.

The Ghoul, who were just charging forward, were swallowed whole by the explosion before they could even utter a wail.

Their flesh was burned through by the platinum flames, and their skeletons were cracked by the explosive pressure.

The high-level monsters that were just standing there were instantly blown apart and carbonized, turning into clumps of charred Ashen, and then completely disappeared in the next wave of swirling flames.

The Silver Sword Commander was also unable to retreat.

It stood too deep.

Almost along with the core group of key personnel, they were completely engulfed in the epicenter of the explosion.

When the flames engulfed the Bone Warbeast beneath it, the massive white skeleton didn't even have time to emit a complete explosion before it rapidly turned into a shower of charred ash in the intense heat.

The high platform in the Workshop area shook violently with a series of muffled thunderous explosions from underground, and the iron lamps hanging from the beams swayed wildly back and forth.

A burst of firelight, a mixture of platinum and ghastly green, shot up, casting a flickering glow over the entire platform.

Victor whirled around, his one arm gripping the railing tightly, his single, bloodshot eye staring intently at the darkness below, torn apart by pillars of fire.

Yarrow stood beside him, his arms trembling, staring at the towering pillar of fire. His lips were pale, but his eyes shone with a frightening light.

He painstakingly unearthed the activation Rune buried beneath, one by one; he never dreamed they would possess such power.

Victor suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his shoulder, his voice brimming with excitement. "Yarrow, open your eyes wide and see, this is the true allure of Alchemy."

Yarrow's apple bobbed, but his eyes remained fixed on the ground below, a mixture of excitement and fear in him.

Todd slumped down at the foot of the city wall, his eardrums filled with a deathly hum.

Several days of fierce fighting had exhausted his physical and mental strength.

Soaked in blood and mud, his body was almost immobile, his mind blank, only able to rely on the icy cold...

He stared blankly at the bluestone wall and raised his head.

In his vision, the pillar of fire tore through the Long Night from the inner layer of Blackpine Fief in one breath.

Flames shot high into the sky, illuminating the Gray Fog, the horde of corpses, the ruins scattered on the ground, and the scarlet full moon overhead, all of which appeared white.

The Ghoul torrent that had just been pressing down like a mountain was now violently lifted into the sky by the entire earth.

Shattered bones, molten armor, charred limbs, and churning black ash were thrown into the fire, where they were slowly devoured by the intertwined flames of platinum and ghastly green.

The scorching heat pressed down through the thick stone wall, searing his back.

Todd opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He simply stared at the pillar of fire shooting into the sky, at the horde of corpses that had been impossible to kill for days and nights, that had been blocking his path like a nightmare, and at that moment they were all blasted into the air and slowly devoured by the flames.

After arriving at the Eternal Night Wall.

This was the first time he had truly felt warmth.

The Silver-Sword Ghoul Commander is not dead.

His Fourth Tier strength, along with the ghostly green soul fire and death energy core in his chest, managed to withstand the most fatal blow.

Surviving doesn't mean it's still the same as before.

After crashing into the pile of rubble, it took several breaths before it managed to prop itself up with great difficulty.

The right arm that held the sword was burned down to half a charred skeleton, the chest and abdomen were mostly collapsed, the armor plates and bones were squeezed together, and with the slightest movement, charred fragments fell off.

Half of the skull was shattered, and the eerie green soul fire leaked out from the cracked bone, flickering intermittently.

It supported itself with the Cross Silver Sword and slowly stood up.

The soul fire in his eyes flickered violently as he stared intently at the still-burning open space ahead, as if he had no idea what had just happened.

Why would a human territory, already reduced to its bare bones, still have the ability to resist?

They had clearly cornered their opponent, so why did the entire Legion turn to Ashen the next moment?

It even looked down at its own body.

A charred skeleton, a sunken chest and abdomen, a severed arm that once held a sword, and soul fire leaking from the cracks in the bones.

It was as if he was confirming whether he should also die at the epicenter of the explosion along with the other key members.

But the next moment, that brief delay was overshadowed by something even more ferocious.

The entire Legion that I had painstakingly assembled was almost entirely burned down in that one blow.

The last vestiges of human thought deep within its skull that could still maintain order were completely severed at that moment.

"Hoaaaaaah-!!"

A piercing howl suddenly tore through the fire; the voice was devoid of any reason, containing only the Ghoul's most primal hunger and killing intent.

All it wanted now was to smash open that door, drag the silver-haired lord down from the tower, tear him apart piece by piece, chew him up, and vent its fury.

The pitch-black Shadow Battle Aura then exploded from its tattered body.

That force was like a lump of black mud thrown into a fire, causing the still-burning platinum flames around it to sway.

Its charred flesh cracked and tore apart piece by piece, and its shattered armor was blasted away by the Battle Aura. Its almost broken body tensed up again in this rampage, and its bones made a series of teeth-grinding grinding sounds.

With half a shoulder severed and charred remains trailing behind, his right arm, still gripping the sword, was still stubbornly raised.

When it took its first step, the rubble beneath its feet exploded.

In the second step, he charged towards the Inner Fortress gate like a cannonball, dragging his dark Battle Aura and shattered body behind him.