The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"But what about the mansion..."

With Jegan and Sigurd inside the mansion, only she could arrive in time to rescue them.

"From the moment Sigurd accepted the military order, he was prepared to sacrifice himself."

"Now that the manor has fallen, there is no point in going back. The soldiers who remain here are more important than those. If this place falls, the monsters that will emerge will completely destroy Snowdrift Valley."

Feld's attitude was firm.

He didn't need to wait for the messenger to report; he could already connect the dots to the battle situation underground.

Nearly half of the soldiers were trapped underground, and without reinforcements, even retreat was a pipe dream.

If there is any weakness in the Iceblade Knights, it is that there are no spellcasters in their ranks, which means that they have very limited means to use when faced with emergencies.

It's not that they don't want spellcasters, but with resources and knowledge firmly locked away, Snowdrift Valley simply doesn't have the capacity to cultivate spellcasters.

A high-level spellcaster can provide support and cover to the team in a way that far surpasses that of a warrior of the same rank.

Jessica is currently the only high-level spellcaster.

"So can I entrust this place to you?" Feld asked. "In return, I will go and defeat that demon."

“I understand,” Jessica sensed the other’s determination. “I will go to support Lord Feld as soon as this is over.”

After saying that, Jessica's figure instantly disappeared into the tent.

Feld picked up his sidearm, walked to the tent entrance, lifted the curtain, and ordered the soldiers who were already lined up outside the camp: "There is no time for rotations. Everyone who can move, get moving!"

"Behind us lies Snow Valley, and our wives, children, and elderly parents are here. We will defend this position to the death!"

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The Lafner family mansion.

"We're still a step too late."

When Vina saw the ice sculpture of the warhorse at the entrance and the lifeless guards, he realized that something was wrong.

Unfortunately, they failed to stop Kelda's traps and were instead trampled by Viner.

Even though he relied on his thief's armor to force his way through, he still wasted a lot of time.

"Lord Jie Gang..."

Seeing the already stiffened corpse, Venere bowed his head in silent mourning and closed its eyes.

He pulled the broken Amra from Jegan's body, then took a blanket from his ring and covered the loyal butler of the Rafna family with it.

"Three suns...moon?"

A voice, extremely weak, rang out.

It was then that Viner noticed there was another person in the corner.

"It's not Mikazuki, it's Venus."

Wiener removed his thief's armor and helped Sigurd up from the ground.

He took off the Ring of Power that he had at room temperature and forced it onto the other person's hand.

This prevented Sigurd's body from becoming completely stiff.

Although surprised that Mikazuki and Wiener were the same person, this was clearly not the time to dwell on it. Sigurd hurriedly called out to Wiener, "Don't worry about me, hurry to the conference room, he left without finding the glass jar!"

After marking Kelda on the glass jar, he immediately left the meeting room.

On the one hand, they were delaying Jie Gang's return to provide support; on the other hand, they were worried that the other party would find him by following his scent and discover the glass jar placed in the conference room.

Even though he was prepared to die, Sigurd still clung to a last glimmer of hope, guarding the glass jar for Wiener, who might arrive later.

Fortunately, he did it.

After realizing that Sigurd was the only survivor in the mansion, Kelda stopped searching and left without even bothering to give him a quick death.

It was as if Sigurd could only satisfy Kelda's sadistic tendencies by watching his elders and servants fall one by one before him, and by waiting for his life to slip away in regret and helplessness.

"Don't say so much," Wiener said, not knowing how to comfort Sigurd, whose face was streaked with tears. She carried him toward the conference room.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to say anything later!” Sigurd seemed to have a sudden burst of energy before death, and he said as much as he knew. “The one who attacked the mansion was Kelda, a figure from the same era as Rufrey’s ancestor.”

"He survived until now by siding with the demon and becoming his apostle. That's why he was able to rely on his former human body to deceive the glass altar's senses."

“Ademura has already been broken by him, and the glass jar is our last resort. If we lose our warnings and alerts, I’m worried—”

"You really are long-winded."

Impatiently, Venere pulled a bottle of strangely colored potion from his ring and shoved it directly into Sigurd's mouth, silencing him.

"Woo-"

Sigurd struggled, but could only utter indistinct sounds.

Wiener kicked open the conference room door, his gaze falling on the dense red spots of light on the glass jar. He clicked his tongue in amazement: "Since you're still breathing, don't even think about entrusting your children to someone else. I'm not taking on that kind of mess."

He pulled out a long bench and placed Sigurd on it.

"What I just gave you was a potion made by Jessica. Although it doesn't taste very good, its effectiveness is guaranteed."

As she spoke, Venere pulled out another stool and then took out a row of red healing potions from her ring, placing them within Sigurd's reach.

"As for these, they are healing potions produced by the Valentin Merchant Guild. Whether you drink them like water or as an energy booster, you are not allowed to collapse before you finish commanding this battle."

So-called medical supplies are meant to save lives in wartime. In addition to quickly healing injuries, they also have a certain stimulating effect.

But drink less if you're not sick.

"Cough-cough-"

Sigurd spat out the empty bottle, his face regaining some of its vitality, and immediately retorted, "An enemy of this size cannot be dealt with by command alone!"

"Since you know the truth yourself, why do you still want to hand over such a troublesome matter to me?" Viner glared at Sigurd.

Sigurd was speechless.

Seeing those overwhelming red dots, he knew perfectly well that the glass jar alone could not reverse the Knights' defeat.

There were no good instructions or reminders at all; stone monsters kept breaking out of the ground in all directions, in every place that could be seen with the naked eye.

In terms of both quantity and quality, the demons have the advantage.

"Have you calmed down?" Venere noticed the change in Sigurd's expression before taking out another item from the ring.

"If we add this, do you still think it's useless?"

Adramura, which was impaled in the ground by Vina, released an unprecedentedly brilliant light.

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Chapter 426 Kelda: Explain yourself, whose marksmanship is this?

"Make it darker, darker! It's so bright, my eyes are going to go blind."

After being reprimanded by Viner, Ademra actually toned down his brilliance.

However, the aura it emitted remained unaffected, covering the entire Snowdrift Valley.

The numerous spots of light on the glass jar also shrank considerably in an instant.

"This...this is?!"

Watching Viña train with his sword, Sigurd was filled with awe.

“Ademura, you can’t even recognize him?” Viner retorted.

"And what did Kelda break?"

“It’s also Admira, but it’s an Admira that I created,” Vena replied. “It’s a wonder that he became a Demon Apostle and survived for so many years, yet he can’t even tell the difference between Admira and Admira.”

Ademra flickered on and off, as if it were saying something.

"Don't worry, he definitely won't get away this time," Viner assured her.

"You can actually speak with Adramlah?"

It was clearly a family heirloom, yet it was handled so well by an outsider, which made Sigurd somewhat ashamed.

"Don't underestimate it, okay? It awakened its intelligence back when it was with Rufry, and its intelligence level is at least that of a three-year-old Felix."

Ademura flashed again.

It seemed that Wiener was weighing whether he was praising or criticizing himself.

"In terms of suppressing the demons, it surpasses the one that Kelda destroyed. These demons, believing Ademura to be destroyed, have willingly stepped into the range of our deterrence, which is the best time for us to counterattack."

“But you must remember that Adramura has been worn down over hundreds of years and is nearing its limits in every aspect. If it continues to unleash its full power like this for another two hours, it will be at its limit,” Viner cautioned.

"What about two hours later?"

“To be smashed to pieces,” Viner continued. “I had hoped to weather this crisis with the other Admiral and not have to put it at this risk.”

"Unfortunately, we no longer have that kind of wealth. Neither the Admira nor the Rafna family has any way out. If we cannot turn the tide within this period, it will be a catastrophe for Snowdrift Valley."

After saying that, Vena patted Sigurd on the shoulder, "I will find a way to deal with Kelda. As for whether the Ice Knights can hold out for this period of time, that depends on you."

Without waiting for a response, Wiener only glanced at the image on the glass jar before quickly running out of the conference room.

Sigurd gritted his teeth, grabbed a bottle of healing potion and gulped it down. Then he looked at the glass jar, countless battle cases replaying in his mind.

"Senior Jessica! Please lead the Eighth Squad to clear a path eastward using the Clay Sculpture technique. There is a squad there that urgently needs rescue."

"Sixth Squad, turn right at the fork in the road ahead. One squad needs support. Be careful, enemies are approaching rapidly from below."

"Third and seventh squads, collect the corpses of the stone monsters nearby and transport them to the mine exit. We need to use these corpses to tie them up here! We can't let them leave towards Snowdrift Valley."

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"How can it be!"

Kelda suddenly looked toward the mansion.

Adramra was clearly broken by his own hand, so why did it reappear?

Feld wasn't about to miss the chance to catch his eye, and he stabbed Kelda with his gun, which then shuddered.

"Oh!"

Kelda was instantly slammed into the ground.

Carrying the splattered snowflakes, Kelda retaliated with a speed even faster than the snowflakes were falling.

One side was furious, while the other was waiting in comfort. Both thrust their spears in the same posture.

The spearheads clashed without any trickery, but it was the spear in Kelda's hand that shattered.

Feld spun the gun and brought it down again, and Kelda could only support himself with the shaft, resulting in him being cleaved in two once more.

"Boom!"

Kelda was once again at a disadvantage.

"damn it!"

After a series of setbacks, Kelda could no longer maintain her composure.

Although he was not as afraid of Admira's aura as ordinary demons, his power was still suppressed by nearly 20%.

In a battle of this caliber, even the slightest mistake can have drastically different consequences. Kelda, who can only unleash 80% of her strength, no longer has any advantage in terms of magical energy and physical power.

Although the steel gun in Feld's hand was not a divine weapon, it was enough to break through Kelda's defenses when combined with his unparalleled marksmanship.

This is the level of Gun Saint that Kelda could not reach even after living a hundred years.

"Who exactly are you? And why do you know the Rafna family's traditional spear techniques?"

While questioning him, Feld did not stop what he was doing.

Unlike Sigurd, he did not recognize Kelda's identity.

However, given his familiar spear skills and his thorough knowledge of Snowfall Valley, it was impossible for him to be just a passing demon apostle.

"Your family's secret marksmanship?!"

Kelda was so angry that she almost lost her temper, and even accidentally had a hole poked in her body by Feld.

Despite it being a marksmanship technique he himself passed down, Feld displayed a level of prowess that surpassed his master's.