Those time travelers that year

Just as the heroes of Radiant breathed a sigh of relief after thousands of soldiers were transported through the portal and the city's defenses were temporarily under control, a massive snowfall began to fall from the sky.

At the same time, in the pitch-black night sky, a cold, white star shone with an ominous light...

132. [Ice Crystal Blast]

Snowflakes fell from the sky, their fluttering motions making it seem as if the world had suddenly entered a snowy winter. However, weather cannot be changed, especially in a magical world. Unreasonable changes in weather can only signify trouble, because anything capable of doing so must be the work of a powerful supernatural force. In particular, as the snowflakes fell, a cold, white star suddenly shone in the already pitch-black, starless night sky, and its brilliance grew ever stronger.

At this moment, the people in the city also noticed the star shining in the night sky. However, ordinary people might not understand or be impressed by this inexplicable phenomenon for a while, and might even think it was just a rare and unusual astronomical spectacle. But for those who possessed extraordinary powers, that cold white star in the sky was a harbinger of death.

"They...how dare they?!" The Prophet trembled as he stared at the ever-brightening star in the night sky, his voice filled with rage and terror. "The Nightshade, those Nightshade bastards, do they intend to destroy this city along with its hundreds of thousands of inhabitants?"

"Everyone! Cover! Find cover!" Compared to the Prophet's resentment and fear, the other heroes felt a surge of terror upon seeing the rising, cold white star. However, the Wandering Swordsman quickly reacted, shouting to the Radiant soldiers who had just arrived through the portal, "Hurry, hurry! If you don't want to die, find cover, hide! Quickly!"

"Come on! What are you thinking about?!" The Druid grabbed the Prophet. "Do you want to be thrown down by that thing and die?!"

"It's too late!" the Prophet replied with a grim expression. "It's too late, it's already too late. That thing has already come over, and there's no time to use teleportation to escape."

"Then defend! Quickly!" Guardian of Light shouted, "Defend with all your might! Defend against that falling ice crystal! Every one of us who can survive is a life saved..."

……

In the underground black market, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and blood flowed freely. After the Tianhui attack, many criminals, seeking refuge from the ravages of war, fled to what they considered the safe haven of the black market. However, this place, once thought to be safe, is now utterly deserted.

A burly figure stood amidst a pile of corpses. This strong man, whose hands were bound with iron claws, coldly and brutally stared at the slaughterhouse before him, his expression filled with excitement and pleasure.

He was a werewolf who had reverted to his wolf form. Although he had suffered considerable injuries in the previous battle, a hero is a hero, incomparable to those non-heroic professionals. These criminals lurking in the underground black market might be a nuisance to others, but to a hero, they were no better than a group of ordinary people. And now, these unfortunate souls torn apart by the werewolf were simply victims of double-crossing. Of course, their purpose for the werewolf was to use their deaths to allow the effects of Vladimir's Sacrifice to heal his previous injuries.

The entire black market was wiped out by the werewolf, which also allowed the werewolf to recover from its injuries to a considerable extent. Now, while lurking in the darkness, waiting for its magic to regenerate, the werewolf is also waiting for another opportunity—an opportunity to severely damage the Radiant.

Soon! That opportunity came!

Feeling the increasingly cold magic outside, the werewolf's face revealed a maniacal smile.

……

At the same time, besides the [Heroes] Tianhui left in the city and the [Werewolves] lurking in the black market, Ciel also saw the cold white star shining in the sky. Through the familiar he controlled, Ciel accurately saw the star in the sky, getting closer and faster as it fell at high speed.

No matter how you look at it, that wasn't a shooting star that could grant wishes, but rather a calamity that brought annihilation. The intense sense of crisis it instilled in him was no less than that of the Warlock's Chaos Ritual, and in the current situation, it was far more terrifying than the Chaos Ritual.

Having witnessed the destructive power of the Chaos Ritual, comparable to a nuclear explosion, Sharl had gained a profound understanding of the ultimate magic of the heroes of this world, especially spellcasting heroes. For one thing, before that, he had been directly hit by the Prophet's ultimate attack. He almost died because of it; if he hadn't activated his shield quickly enough and been able to eat some candy…

If single-target spells are similar to those in the game Sharl knows, then area-of-effect spells are completely different. Like the Warlock's ultimate attack, they're far more spectacular than in the game. Similarly, their power is much greater.

Upon discovering the falling star, Sharl consciously severed all connections with the familiars in the city. Under that attack, only Heroes had a chance of survival; the non-Hero soldiers and the more than 100,000 innocent civilians in the city were doomed. Sharl was also astonished by the ruthlessness of the Nightmare forces; they intended to wipe out over 100,000 people in one fell swoop! This wasn't a mushroom bomb; as long as one wasn't at the epicenter and survived the radiation, they could hold on for a while. And if the impending forbidden spell was truly as Sharl understood it, then in this city, besides him, only the Heroes would have a chance of survival.

He also understood the werewolf's actions. In reality, there is no teammate damage reduction mechanism. That devastating spell that targeted the entire city not only destroyed the city but also annihilated his own people without the teammate damage reduction.

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A meteor is a meteorite that enters the atmosphere, generates light and heat through friction, and eventually burns up, becoming a streak of light. But has anyone ever seen a meteor that doesn't emit light and heat, but instead brings endless cold?! In the normal world, this is almost impossible, but in this world, cold meteors do exist. And that meteor is hurtling towards this city at high speed.

A pale white meteor streaked across the sky and fell to the ground.

A deafening roar shook the entire earth, and a terrifying and deadly cold current spread wildly from the spot where the meteor fell. At the same time, a deadly curse raged along with the cold current, devouring all life that stood in its way.

This is an ancient ice storm, an eternal force that has frozen the entire world.

【Ice Crystal Bombardment】

133. The Mantis Stalks the Cicada

When faced with natural disasters, what can humanity do? Shaking with fear, pray to the heavens, or helplessly await death? But no matter how much humanity struggles or fights for survival, the impending natural disaster is beyond human control. The frost storm, beginning at its point of impact, sweeps outwards in all directions, devouring everything in its path. Animals and plants alike, in this chilling current that consumes everything and ends life, remain as insignificant and vulnerable as ever.

A city, with over 100,000 lives, appeared insignificant and powerless before the spreading cold front. They didn't even have a chance to resist before the cold front swept them away; their lives, like faint candlelight, were extinguished by the cold wind.

Within a radius of tens or even hundreds of miles, the rapidly spreading cold air transformed what should have been a vibrant world into a desolate ice field. Death and the cold buried all life on this icy plain.

There was no resistance, no opposition. In a city, as the cold, white meteor fell, the fate of over a hundred thousand citizens had already sealed their doom. It was inevitable, irreversible…

Faced with such a devastating natural disaster, only those heroes who possess extraordinary powers and whose very existence has transcended the ordinary can survive such an attack. However, even these heroes can only struggle to protect themselves in the face of this calamity that descends from the heavens.

As the dark curtain of the sky fell, the sun's rays descended, illuminating the city that had become an ice cave. But even the sun's sacred light could not dispel the endless chill below. Similarly, the sun, the source of life, could not banish the curse of death that permeated the frost below.

The first thing to kill countless lives was the spreading cold wave, and when some lives were able to resist it, the frost curse that followed became the final scythe to reap those lives.

More than 100,000 innocent citizens lost their lives as a result. Who can they blame? They were already forced into the war between the Radiant and the Dire, and now, reality has forced them to lose all their innocent lives.

At least at this moment, whether it was the Dire soldiers who had not yet been completely annihilated by the Radiant [Heroes], or the Radiant soldiers who came through the portal to provide support, they were all treated equally in the face of this world-destroying power.

On modern Earth, the first thing many people would think of when considering something capable of killing over 100,000 people in an instant is the 'mushroom bomb' used to maintain world peace. But imagine, in a world of harmonious light, what kind of life could possibly survive?!

Perhaps for those who are not heroes, the abilities of heroes are unimaginable. Here, the lives of those who are not heroes have all been extinguished by this cold current and curse, while for the heroes, this cataclysmic disaster cannot immediately take their lives.

However, these Radiant heroes weren't in much better shape. Compared to the onslaught of the cold front, the frost curse that accompanied it was even more painful for the Radiant heroes. If they were at their peak, they might not have been so difficult to deal with, but after already battling the Dire heroes for a while, the Radiant heroes were exhausted and wounded. Now, the potentially fatal death curse had become the final straw that broke the Radiant heroes' backs.

Even the most extraordinary heroes can only struggle to survive under the Frost Curse, delaying their death.

……

"Damn it! Damn the Dire..." Compared to the other Radiant heroes, Keeper of the Light was in the best situation. After all, unlike the other heroes, he hadn't engaged in a fierce battle with the Dire heroes, suffering heavy injuries. So, even after enduring an attack that destroyed a city, Keeper of the Light was still able to suppress the power of the curse. However, seeing the agonizing state of the other heroes and the city around him turned into a frozen tomb, he cursed incessantly.

Who could have imagined that the Nightmare's "hero" would so readily abandon this city and the lives of its more than 100,000 inhabitants? They even sent all life in this region to their deaths in the frost.

“Go! We must…leave…” the Prophet struggled to speak, a thick layer of frost covering his body, his pale face radiating cold breath. This Radiant Hero was desperately suppressing the cursed power within him, but who knew how long he could hold out? “…Before the Dire side returns, get out of here quickly…”

Awooo!!!

Just then, a wolf's howl echoed through the Frozen City, interrupting the Prophet's words. Upon hearing this howl, all the Radiant heroes' expressions turned extremely grim. It was a sound they knew all too well, and the source of this sound…

A burly man suddenly appeared atop the ruins, looking down at the Radiant Heroes below. His body was also covered in frost. However, unlike the curse on the Radiant Heroes, the frost on this man seemed more like something he had picked up while traveling.

"The Werewolf..." The Druid recognized the uninvited guest at first glance, and his expression turned extremely grim. In fact, he was simultaneously suppressing the potentially deadly Frost Curse and dealing with a Dire Hero who had somehow recovered...

"Go! I'll handle him..." The [Wandering Swordsman], enduring the corrosive effects of the curse, gripped his greatsword tightly and stood up, taking the lead of the Radiant [Heroes]. "...You all go!!!"

“Deathbringssolace…”

"Le a vemygr a veunmarked."

The Wandering Swordsman roared and charged towards the Werewolf. His Battle Cry activated, and golden lightning illuminated the Wandering Swordsman's lonely yet resolute figure. The Werewolf leaped down from above, transforming into a gigantic wolf mid-air and pouncing on the Wandering Swordsman.

The Guardian of Light grabbed the Druid, who was struggling to get up and move forward with him. "Go..." The Druid trembled, looking at the Wandering Swordsman who was risking his life to cover the rear, and finally reluctantly withdrew his gaze. Enduring the curse, the heavily injured Radiant Heroes pulled up teleportation scrolls, attempting to evacuate this deadly icy tomb.

Faced with its prey, how could the Werewolf let the Radiant Hero escape so easily? It stubbornly withstood the Wandering Swordsman's giant blade as the giant wolf howled and pounced on the Radiant Hero, who had activated a teleportation scroll to try and escape.

[Rapid Growth]

At this moment, the Treant Protector stood in front of the other three Radiant Heroes, its wildly growing vines spreading outwards. The Werewolf, caught off guard, was immediately trapped by the vines, and no matter how frantically he tore at them, it was to no avail.

Then, the Wandering Swordsman blasted him away with a Storm Fist, and at that moment, the Prophet, the Druid, and the Keeper of the Light disappeared in the teleportation light.

It's past midnight!!!

134. The oriole is behind.

"You will all die!" Seeing the three Radiant [Heroes] disappear into the teleportation light, the [Werewolf] roared madly. He then charged at the [Tree Guardian] who was blocking his way, tearing at it relentlessly. In a mere instant, nearly a third of the [Tree Guardian]'s body was shredded by the [Werewolf].

Immediately afterward, the Treant Guardian, crippled by the Werewolf, could no longer suppress the Frost Curse. Instantly, this deadly curse erupted, and countless frosts surged from the Treant Guardian's body, corroding its form. When the frost covered every inch of the Treant Guardian's body, with a crash, the ice shattered, and the Treant Guardian's body shattered as well.

Radiant [Hero] - Treant Protector has died.

After slaying the Treant Protector, the Werewolf turned his attention to the last Radiant Hero. The Wandering Swordsman, despite his severe injuries, fearlessly raised his greatsword and stared at the Werewolf.

“Deathbringssolace”

Claws of beasts clashed with blades of knights, massive blades swung through the air, sharp teeth tearing through the hero's body. Yet, even with unwavering resolve, the heavily wounded Wandering Swordsman could not avert defeat. In a fair fight, he might not have lost to the Werewolf, but having clashed with the Hell Lord and been struck by the forbidden spell of Ice Crystal Blast, he was nearly dead. Facing the Werewolf, who had recovered much of his strength through slaughter, he had absolutely no hope.

He was prepared to die.

“I am a seeker of power.”

Just as the Wandering Swordsman was about to die in battle, in this city that should have been a frozen, enormous graveyard, a low lead singer's voice rang out. As the voice rose, it began to echo in every corner of the dead city, a kind of magic different from this world.

“Death is my crown, destruction is my power.”

In mid-air, golden-red sparks drifted up from the frozen ground and floated into the sky. The two heroes who were locked in fierce combat simultaneously stopped fighting; their intuition told them that a deadly threat was watching them.

“??? ???, ? ?? ? (Creating suffering, plundering wealth)”

The werewolf turned and immediately ran away, but at that moment, the wandering swordsman unexpectedly delivered a Storm Fist that knocked the werewolf down. Then, the wandering swordsman ignored everything and rushed over, fiercely slashing at the werewolf with his sword.

"(Exchanging passion for power)"

The Wandering Swordsman had no intention of fleeing, even though he knew the threat wasn't just aimed at the Nightbringer's heroes, but also at him. Even though he'd never witnessed this kind of magic before, his intuition told him it was a spell targeting both him and the Werewolf. However, already struggling to survive against the Werewolf, he was barely able to suppress the Frost Curse within him. In that case, he might as well seize an opportunity—an opportunity to perish together with the Werewolf.

"(To seize power through authority)"

The werewolf, enraged, turned and bit the wandering swordsman. At that moment, the wandering swordsman simply threw away his greatsword and grabbed the werewolf with his bare hands. The two heroes rolled onto the ground, wrestling and tearing at each other.

"The darkness of the abyss is my desire, the primordial fire is my ambition."

The flames spread endlessly from the ground, instantly engulfing the two wrestling figures. The spreading flames had no heat whatsoever, like a mere phantom, and within the light of these flames, the world was altered.

"? ?? ??? ??? (At the end of the starry sky)"

“I will ignite the divine fire and exalt the kingdom.”

The city, once frozen in ice, once reduced to ruins in the war, was reborn and transformed in the flames. Unlike the buildings of this world, new structures rose from the ground, and the sound of bells echoed in the sky above this new world. On the horizon, the twilight light spread to every corner of the sky, and a dark sun hung in mid-air. The whole world seemed to have entered the final stage of time, appearing silent and desolate.

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The werewolf turned and flung the wandering swordsman away, then quickly took a few steps back, surveying this new world with a bewildered gaze. This world, filled with malice, was like a gigantic beast, thirsting to devour his soul and body.

"Hahaha..." The Wandering Swordsman, sent flying by the Werewolf, lay helplessly on the ground, laughing uncontrollably, using even his last ounce of strength to laugh. The Frost Curse had completely spiraled out of control within his body, and it seemed he would soon suffer the same fate as the Treant Guardian. However, this didn't stop him from dragging the Werewolf to his death as well. This world, filled with malice, whoever created it, was ultimately aimed at him and the Werewolf.

A series of clattering footsteps sounded as a group of fully armed knights, wearing inspection helmets and wielding greatswords and daggers, with tattered cloaks billowing behind them, walked in from all directions of the street, surrounding the werewolf and the fallen wandering swordsman.

One of the knights, whose eyes glowed red through his helmet, walked up to the laughing "Wandering Swordsman".

“Deathbringssolace…”

“Iblamenoone…”

"...Lea vemygra veunmarked" Looking at the knight who was holding the sword hilt with both hands and aimed at him, the Wandering Swordsman closed his eyes.

*Thud!* The greatsword pierced through the [Wandering Swordsman's] chest, piercing him completely...

"A knight's chosen end is to face his death with equanimity. And you, [Werewolf]?" Charles, clad in a black trench coat, stepped forward from among the knights, standing at the forefront. He glanced at the [Wandering Swordsman], who faced his death with composure, and extended his hand. A black shadow spread from the ground, enveloping the [Wandering Swordsman]'s body, and then vanished.

"And you, [Werewolf], are you prepared to die?"

Roar! ! !