Lord of the Frozen Winter: Starting with Daily Intelligence Reports

Deep within the Mother Nest, the throne woven from flesh and insect shells slowly opened its eyes.

In the center of the nightmare palace, a slender figure stood silently atop the pulsating throne.

The Despair Witch wore a flowing crimson gown that trailed across the viscous, fleshy floor, like a surging tide of blood.

He quietly watched the knights who had suddenly appeared from the fog, his pupils devoid of surprise, instead carrying a faint hint of mockery.

"...Finally, they've delivered themselves to my doorstep."

His voice was soft, tinged with weariness yet a strange satisfaction, as if everything was within his expectations.

"Good, I was still wondering if I should expend more energy on attacking the city. Let me witness how long the Empire's iron will can struggle before death."

With a subtle flick of his slender finger, countless monsters embedded with dismembered limbs and twisted spines surged towards the charging knights on the battlefield.

Some had over a dozen limbs, some were headless but covered in gaping mouths, while others were simply pieced together from three or four corpses of fallen knights, their severed arms, still retaining memories, repeating the sword forms of their former lives.

Their appearance triggered chaotic resonance in the minds of the attacking knights.

The faces of fallen comrades, the wails of crying infants, visions of their own bodies being torn apart—everything seemed to fire directly at their consciousness.

They were both physical adversaries and mental tumors.

Within the charging formation, some knights began to groan in pain, their battle aura leaking out, their longswords wildly swinging in an attempt to dispel the illusions swirling in their minds.

"Bite down! Don't overthink it!" Gaius roared.

Battle aura blazed around him, covering his body like fiery armor. He was the first to meet a massive, pieced-together beast at the forefront, his figure like thunder, roaring as he unleashed a earth-shattering strike.

"He's corrupting our hearts—don't let him succeed!"

The entire formation instantly accelerated. Thousands of high-ranking Imperial knights, their battle aura like a prairie fire of sparks,

blazed distinct trails through the fog, forcefully tearing into that hell made of twisted flesh and blood.

But not all warriors were as fearless as him.

After vigorously slaying an enemy, a young knight saw a beast with the head of a former comrade and a hint of terror appeared in his eyes.

The monsters charged wildly, their remains reassembling. No matter how many pieces they were cut into, as long as there was still flesh and blood remaining, they could writhe, split, and revive within seconds, becoming even more terrifying.

And each time they killed an enemy, it was like personally sending a comrade back into the enemy ranks.

"Will we also become like this?" he asked.

No one answered.

Because they all knew the answer was yes.

But even so, no one retreated half a step.

Battle aura roared like thunder, sword blades blazed like fire, long halberds pierced through bone shells, and heavy shields shattered maggot-ridden flesh.

It was a final assault written in blood and will, a charge with no turning back.

"It doesn't matter if I die here!" an old silver-haired knight roared as he crashed into the monster horde, severing the spine of a three-eyed corpse beast, but a sharp blade pierced his left shoulder.

He did not retreat, but instead slammed the monster and himself into the depths of the Worm-Eaten Household wall, pulling the high-energy Magic Bomb at his waist. In that instant, his body became the core of a raging inferno.

"Boom!!!"

A blindingly hot explosion blossomed amidst the insect flesh, sending blood mist spraying and obliterating the twisted, reassembled chunks of flesh.

The passage, which was on the verge of closing, was forcefully widened by ten feet.

He traded his life for space for the next person to charge.

"Keep moving forward! Don't look back!" roared a captain of the Cold Iron Legion, his breastplate shattered, blood pouring out.

He knelt on one knee, propped up by a broken spear, desperately grappling with a four-legged insect beast that lunged at him.

Knowing he was no longer able to kill, he abruptly pressed a switch on his waist at the last moment.

"For the future."

Another deafening explosion echoed.

Burning battle aura consumed him and his enemy, tearing apart an entire wall of flesh and blood.

On this day, the knights on the battlefield seemed to have forgotten what it meant to break through alive.

They pulled the fuses of their Magic Bombs, not for self-preservation, but to lead the way, one by one.

Not once, not by chance, but every ten steps or so, a warrior would roar and charge into the enemy ranks, detonating themselves,

using their lives to blast open a path.

Their explosions were not a choice of despair, but a pre-arranged tactical maneuver.

They were the living detonators of the Mother Nest battle, the sacrificial soldiers of the death charge.

"Clear the way! Keep clearing the way!"

"Knights ahead, use me as a stepping stone!"

"Don't stop! We die so that you can keep charging forward!"

In that passage forged of blood and fire, the knights detonated themselves one by one, like burning candle flames, illuminating the direction in the darkness.

The sound of explosions and shouts intertwined, shaking even hell itself.

Even if every enemy killed was reborn, and every step forward required treading on the corpses and will of comrades,

they still gritted their teeth, their battle aura blazing, their long halberds slashing, their eyes burning like flames.

Only in destruction could life possibly be born.

This was dying for the Empire. They roared in death, charging in despair.

On the other side of the hill, Louis's demolition team finally reached their deployment point.

Ahead was likely a hidden rock platform, but with an open view, directly facing the central structure of the Doomsday Mother Nest, like a colossal statue twisted and intertwined from gods and demons, with arms raised high, in the posture of a Madonna embracing her believers,

as if to embrace all approaching life with a gentle embrace.

But this "embrace" would only send everything into endless death.

Its lower body had long since degenerated into a massive fleshy ovary and incubation chamber, with thick, pillar-like pulsating vessels constantly writhing, rooting deep into the earth.

Black mist spewed from its body like a blood spring, enveloping the surrounding battlefield. The air was filled with whispers of corrosion and mental interference.

Even from a distance, many knights felt dizzy and nauseous, hearing hallucinations and ringing in their ears.

"Ah... something's talking in my ear—it's watching me—"

Several Cold Iron Legion knights nearby endured the mental erosion, sweat beading on their foreheads, their faces pale.

They were among the strongest elites of the Northern Knights, yet they still felt an indescribable pressure. But at that moment, they noticed something even more astonishing.

Louis's expression was utterly normal.

The young viscount stood at the edge of the hillside, ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) seemingly oblivious to the mental pressure, calmly surveying the terrain, calculating wind speed, and even quietly giving technical specifications.

Although these escorting knights dared not question military orders, they harbored a faint dissatisfaction.

They also wanted to charge on the battlefield, but were ordered to escort a young nobleman who was "not going to the front lines."

Now they even had to help him install some "Magic Bomb Launcher"?

Facing a Mother Nest so powerful it was almost divine, could this really work?

"I'd rather just charge in with my spear," a knight muttered softly.

Louis was currently silently practicing the Original Meditation Technique within his body, calming his spirit like water, actively shielding himself from the mental pollution released by the Mother Nest.

He had noticed while in the Red Tide Territory that the Original Meditation Technique had a miraculous effect against mental attacks.

He didn't explain, he just started giving orders.

"Deploy the triangular base."

"Adjust the angle."

His Red Tide demolition team began to move swiftly, setting up a modular Cold Iron alloy launch tube on the hillside.

The tripod legs dug into the rock, stable and efficient. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Next, Louis personally opened the heavy military strongbox.

A bomb sealed with the aura of doomsday was lifted out.

The Ultimate Magic Bomb.

It was even larger and heavier than a large Magic Bomb.

The short, thick metal casing contained active orange-red liquid, which was Fire Scale Paste.

Its magical energy concentration was dazzling, and faint, vein-like light flows were even visible on its outer shell, like the heartbeat of some creature.

Meanwhile, on the viewing platform of Frost Halberd City's main wall, several civil officials also watched the scene through telescopes.

The military official, who had always been critical, sneered and said contemptuously to the surrounding nobles, "Is this the so-called 'Magic Bomb Plan' that's been hyped up so much?"

"Delusional to think this thing can blow up the Mother Nest? Laughable."

On the hillside, Louis did not respond to any questions.

He simply slowly raised his right hand.

"Loading complete."

"Target locked."

With a wave of his hand, his voice was deep and firm: "Fire."

Boom—!

Flames spewed, magic energy roared, and the massive Ultimate Magic Bomb, trailing a fiery exhaust, tore through the air, transforming into a crimson meteor, aimed directly at the Mother Nest's hypocritical "Madonna's Face."

In an instant, the Mother Nest seemed to sense it, as if encountering a natural enemy, instinctively enacting its strongest defensive response.

Countless Worm-Eaten Households crawled out from around the Mother Nest, frantically stacking to form multi-layered Worm-Eaten Household shield walls, and huge flesh walls rose from the ground,

writhing to block the front.

Spore plasma secreted out, weaving into translucent protective layers in the air, like layers of biological fabric attempting to envelop this destruction.

But the next moment, "Boom!!!!"

Ground zero hit.

The Ultimate Magic Bomb pierced into the Mother Nest's body without deceleration, instantly detonating.

The colors of the entire world seemed to be drained, leaving only searing white.

At that moment, even the sky was ignited by the fire. All the soldiers on the hillside instinctively closed their eyes, yet still felt the scorching flash penetrate their eyelids.

That was not light.

That was the birth of a new sun.

The high-energy blast point transformed into a fire wave that swallowed the heavens and earth. The insect corpse shield wall vaporized in an instant, without even time to react.

The gigantic flesh wall and spore plasma protective layer were torn and penetrated like paper, unable to leave even scorched marks, only ash carried away by the hot wave.

The ground began to churn.

The rock layers within a radius of hundreds of meters directly melted into scorching magma. The air was sucked out by the explosion, and the roaring sound arrived half a beat later like doomsday thunder.

In the very center of the Mother Nest, a massive, charred, writhing hole was blasted open.

The external defensive structures were completely destroyed, and the incubation structures embedded deep underground began to collapse.

Even more lethal was the sustained burning of the Fire Scale Paste: at high temperatures, it transformed into infernal fire snakes, penetrating deep into the Mother Nest's interior, scorching the regenerative tissue structures, preventing them from repairing, causing continuous necrosis, and spreading the inferno.

Countless sub-nest cavities, larval incubation areas, and egg parasitic chambers successively ignited in the high temperature.

Chain explosions continuously erupted, thick smoke billowed into the sky, and insect eggs and spore plasma burst in the air, transforming into a blood mist that spread across the entire battlefield.

"Listen, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

High in the sky, the Doomsday Mother Nest let out a wail that pierced through heaven and earth.

Its dignified human-faced structure, the pseudo-god's face assembled from thousands of human faces, finally shattered in the firelight.

Insect fragments fell like blood rain, and the "Mother's" face screamed and peeled away in the high temperature, revealing its true appearance of festering flesh and scales underneath.

At this moment, the Despair Witch, who was commanding from inside the Doomsday Mother Nest, was stunned.

He stared blankly at the Mother Nest's outer layer, blasted into a deep pit with flames raging, and remained silent for a long time.

"...This is impossible."

He whispered, the smile on his lips vanishing for a moment, his expression blank.

That human meteor had pierced through the future he had envisioned a thousand times.

"Damn it—!"

He suddenly snapped back to reality, extending his arm with a mix of shock and fury, gesturing towards the pool of flesh and blood behind him.

"Summon the strongest—the most perfect fusion!" he shrieked, "Hold the core for thirteen minutes! Just thirteen minutes! Then I can repair it!"

The blood pool roared, and countless dismembered limbs and body parts writhed at his command.

A new hell was about to be born.

The firelight had not yet dispersed, and the ground was still trembling,

but the impact caused by that Ultimate Magic Bomb had already been clearly etched into everyone's hearts.

On the high wall of Frost Halberd City, the civil official who had just been sneering opened his mouth slightly, his face turning pale.

He could barely believe his eyes: "This... this—it really blew through!" A nearby civil official was also dumbfounded, mumbling, "The Mother Nest's face—it shattered—"

And for many others who had scoffed at Louis's so-called "Magic Bomb Plan," only one thought remained in their minds:

He really did it.

All doubts, ridicule, and disdain vanished in that searing white light.

Louis's name was etched into everyone's minds.

At the same time, Duke Edmund, who was leading the charge from the front, also witnessed the earth-shattering blow to the center of the Mother Nest.

"!?" He suddenly stopped, staring at the Doomsday Mother Nest with its gigantic hole, narrowing his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

Of course, he knew Louis wasn't a braggart, but he hadn't expected him to actually blast right through the Mother Nest.

"Heh—it seems I underestimated you," Edmund murmured, then his gaze sharpened, "All troops, advance!"

Deputy Commander Gaius, closer to the front lines, saw it most clearly, witnessing firsthand the bomb pierce through the insect sea and tear apart the core like a meteor of divine wrath.

He burst into wild laughter on the spot: "Ha! That kid actually pulled it off! This is what you call demolition! Follow me! Charge! Directly for the core!"

His laughter was like thunder, boosting the morale of the entire core-breaking squad to its peak!

Arthur, right behind him, his battle armor stained with blood, glanced at the wound in the sea of fire and said coldly, "...? Very good.

We no longer need to clear the way, we'll go straight for the heart."

Edmund, Arthur, Gaius, the three top Imperial combat forces, gathered at the front line at this moment, leading the Core-Breaking Ten Squad in their ultimate assault!

Behind them were nearly a hundred high-ranking transcendent knights, their battle aura like thunder, their fighting spirit soaring.

This assassination unit, codenamed "Core-Breaking," had been waiting for a long time.

Now, the time had come!

"Charge! For His Majesty!"

"For the Empire!"

"For all who have died!!!"

The Core-Breaking Ten Squad roared in unison.

Their figures passed through the still-burning mountains of corpses and seas of blood, charging through that scorching gap into the inner abyss of the Doomsday Mother Nest!

This was the final assault.

It was humanity's dagger, plunged into the heart of an evil god.