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The Sarkaz army advanced steadily into the heart of Letania, their black and red banners fluttering in the wind, and towns along the way pledged their loyalty, as if overnight, everyone had become law-abiding citizens.

The outline of Trinitylme was already faintly visible—the towering city of sorcerers, now shrouded in a layer of dark purple mist, resembled a lurking behemoth.

The black snow continued to fall.

The twin queens stood on the edge of the dilapidated tower, looking down at the streets below, polluted by chaos.

Twisted energy filled the air, and the ground cracked, seeping out dark purple mist—traces of subspace erosion. Any ordinary life that touched it would be instantly devoured, mutated, or even annihilated.

"Solemn and sacred Ivignad spoke softly, the outlines of the Sarkaz army in the distance reflected in her golden pupils."

"The resonance of the tower is enough to tear apart any soul."

"The pollution here is enough to stop any army from advancing."

"Even without our intervention, they would be completely wiped out."

"They can't get through."

Herlinmat gazed at the white twins beside her, her eyes gently closing.

“Ivignade, we have already defied His Excellency Fremont’s will.”

Ivignad simply smiled slightly.

"Although doing this is somewhat unfair to Lord Fremont, we, as creations, should not have superfluous emotions."

“But we have a responsibility, Herlinmat.”

"Before we deal with the Witch King, we must keep the impending threat out of Letania."

"We exist because of the existence of Letania."

"If Letania perishes, we will also lose our reason for existence."

"His Excellency Fremont will understand us."

the other side.

Shen Lin's gaze was fixed on the distant city. The closer he got, the faster he felt the energy circulating within his body.

It's as if every cell resonates with the energy here.

However, just as they stepped into the wasteland on the outskirts of Triinttelme—

The tower's resonance has arrived.

……

In the distant Ursus observation post, officers were gloating through their binoculars.

"They're here again!! The Witch King is here again!"

"Let me see, let me see quickly!!"

"Do those barbarians even know how to march? Why is their column lined up in such a long line?"

"Hahaha! The Sarkaz barbarians are doomed!"

"Let them see what true warlock power is..."

The previous crushing defeat left them extremely resentful; not only had they failed to capture this last major region, but they had also lost a large number of elite troops and equipment.

They couldn't understand why the legendary Witch King had only made his move now.

It can't be that Letania and Sarkaz secretly joined forces and have been waiting for Ursus here all along, can it?

Isn't this a bit targeted?

As they thought about it, they became increasingly angry. After some discussion, the commanders decided to stay a short distance away and observe how things would develop.

Now that they see the Sarkaz army about to receive the same lavish treatment they had previously received, they feel a sense of balance.

Don't laugh at your second brother, eldest brother.

However, the destruction they anticipated did not come. When the destructive sonic waves from the tower struck, an invisible soundproof barrier formed around the Sarkaz army.

The long line of people transformed into a sharp blade, hurtling straight towards the last district of Letania amidst the resonating ocean of energy.

These scattered energy torrents did not disappear; instead, they converged into a single energy stream behind their ranks and continued to bombard the ridge where the Ursus army was located!

"???"

"What the hell?!"

The Ursus officer was engrossed in watching; he had just ordered his men to bring the teacup to their lips when he saw a massive torrent of energy sweeping across the heavens and earth, followed immediately—

The entire mountain ridge was leveled.

The Ursus reconnaissance troops were annihilated in the explosion before they could even scream.

"Report! The third and seventh observation stations have lost contact!"

The adjutant rushed in.

Before he could catch his breath, he received another devastating piece of news. Ilov almost couldn't catch his breath, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

"Where are those Sarkaz?

"They...they are unharmed and have already entered the city."

Ilov's vision went black, and he fainted.

"General! General!"

……

The twin queens frowned slightly upon seeing this. They could tell at a glance that the other party had used some kind of soundproofing method to completely avoid the resonance of the tower.

The fact that they were able to avoid such a wide range of resonances so precisely shows that their research on the Jinlu musical movement must be very profound.

"Did they think they could get away with it by using a little trick to avoid the tower's resonance?"

"Ivignad said softly, her golden pupils reflecting the figures of the Sarkaz warriors preparing to land in the distance."

"This land has long been eroded by the warp, and every inch of air whispers with chaos. Even the strongest warriors who step into this place will be gradually swallowed up."

Herlinmat gazed silently into the distance.

But they are still moving forward.

The contaminated area of ​​Trinityl writhed like a living thing, with dark purple mist churning on the surface, turning the entire wasteland into a realm of death.

Ivignad shook her head.

Sarkaz?

Even the strongest warrior cannot defy the laws of the world.

"It's just their arrogance."

"Soon, they will understand—"

however--

The next second, their expressions froze.

Black military boots pounded on the cracked earth, and dark purple mist coiled around them as if it were alive. However, the anticipated anomaly did not occur.

A Sarkaz warrior looked down at his arm.

"strangeness......"

"How did this fog get all over us?"

"Ouch! It's crawled into my clothes!"

"What the hell is this?"

The black mist only caused minor disruptions to their march; it did not annihilate them, and they were almost unaffected, their breathing remaining steady as if the chaotic energy around them did not exist at all.

You're right, but the Sarkaz are unaffected!!

"This is impossible!"

"Why haven't their bodies been corroded?!"

The Gemini Queen stared blankly at the scene before her.

"charge!"

With the sound of a bugle call to charge.

The Sarkaz warriors roared their battle cries, and their halberds, greatswords, and ballistae were all aimed at the twins on the tower.

The black torrent was unstoppable, and the polluted area was trampled flat under their feet as if it were ordinary land.

The Twin Queens finally realized that they had underestimated these monsters.

They knew that they had to act now.

clatter--

The footsteps were exceptionally clear in the deathly still air, as if each step was on the pulse of the world.

The man's figure emerged from the darkness, his black trench coat standing straight as a knife, the hem of the coat remaining perfectly still.

His face was calm to the point of being indifferent, only his dark eyes seemed to devour the surrounding light like an abyss.

Ivignad's fingers unconsciously tightened around the harp shield in her hand.

when?

When did he approach?

As containers of primordial energy, they should have been fully aware of every energy fluctuation in this area.

But this man, without making a sound, broke through all the guards and stood in front of them as if he had emerged from nothingness.

Herlinmat's pupils contracted slightly, and a chill ran down her spine.

"The leader of the Sarkaz...you—"

"Shhh."

Shen Lin suddenly raised a finger and gently pressed it to his lips.

This simple action froze both of them.

They were horrified to discover that they could no longer make a sound.

No, it wasn't just the sound; even the flow of energy within the body became sluggish, as if suppressed by some invisible force.

"Fremont told me in his letter that he had created two great masterpieces, which I had high expectations for."

"But now it seems... you're even more naive than I imagined."

"Get out of the way."

With a soft sigh from the man, they were horrified to find their bodies involuntarily shifting to make way for him.

They could only catch glimpses of the man's receding figure out of the corner of their eyes.

"Fremont, didn't he teach you?"

"Challenging the gods is inherently reckless."

Chapter 117 You've forgotten your roots, Herhunzoren

At the top of the tower, on the throne.

The Witch King gazed at the city corrupted by chaos, the black snow still falling as if mocking the land.

His power was enough to halt any army; Ursus's steel torrent was annihilated here—this was supposed to be the last bulwark of Letania.

However, they came.

The Sarkaz banners fluttered in the wind, black military boots trod across the cracked earth, and dark purple mist swirled around them, yet failed to harm them in the slightest.

They walked as if on ordinary land, as if the whispers of chaos were nothing more than a gentle breeze in their ears.

ridiculous.

absurd.

The tall Witch King slowly rose from his throne, his long robes trailing across the cold ground.