Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 611: Chapter 361: Crimson Fireworks (Part 2)

“That guy! It’s him! The Lord of the Red Tide!” Carl’s roar was exceptionally piercing amidst the chaos.

He swung his war axe fiercely, and blue fighting energy exploded from him like a wave of flames, “Kill him with me!”

As soon as the words were spoken, five shadows imbued with deep blue fighting energy simultaneously leapt up like five hungry wolves pouncing on their target.

Charging with Carl was the core force of Wulu’s subordinates, the strongest warriors of the Barbarian Race.

In their clan, they were all boiling-blood powerhouses capable of tearing apart battle arrays singlehandedly, and among Barbarians, their names represented the glory of countless victories.

The air was shaken to a low hum, the floor tiles cracked inch by inch, and flames interwove with blood light.

But Louis stood still, his gaze calm like a mirror.

Seeing this, Carl felt a surge of joy, thinking the young Count had been scared silly.

“Got him!” He could almost see the burning corpse the next moment.

However… just as the attack was about to land!

[Bloodline Talent·Absolute Defense] activated.

Weir took a deep breath, and with the rhythm of his breathing, a faint red glow appeared on his skin.

In an instant, the glow diffused into a semi-transparent shield, enveloping him and Louis, like a flowing red water curtain.

The surrounding air suddenly fell silent.

The wind stopped, dust suspended in air, even the sound of explosions seemed swallowed.

The moment blue flames collided with the red veil, five impactful strikes hit simultaneously.

Boom—!

The shockwave lifted by the impact collapsed the hallway’s arched roof, with stone debris and blood flames flying everywhere.

The tiles under Weir’s feet shattered into a web, his knees slightly sunk, face pale, yet he stubbornly held on.

That shield was as thin as water, yet as strong as steel.

The five blue lights exploded on the outer layer of the shield, but didn’t leave a single crack.

The two under the red glow seemed isolated in another world, the only peaceful space in the chaotic battlefield.

“How is this possible! This can’t be!”

Carl and his men stared at the shield in shock, unable to believe that the full force strike from five extraordinary warriors had been blocked.

It was their tribe’s most powerful joint attack, a force enough to slice through anything!

Though unaware of what skill this was, the Barbarian warriors, seeing Weir’s pale appearance, understood that this defense couldn’t last long.

Once again, they roared, swung their weapons again, and ignited their fighting energy at full strength, aiming to shatter that red shield.

Weir gritted his teeth to persevere, his blood boiling within him, urgently said, “My lord… we should retreat, I can’t hold for long!”

He slowly retreated, intending to protect Louis as they left, only to see the young man still standing steadily, expression indifferent.

Louis merely glanced softly, his tone calm, “No need.”

He raised his hand, and a dark red fireball ignited in his palm.

The simplest magic, yet deeply potent as if it could devour everything.

For at the heart of the flame, lay the subtle black vine patterns writhing with the power of “Burning Pain Vine Court”.

He did not chant; the flame spread through the air like a silent flower.

The next second, the bodies of five extraordinary Barbarian warriors were simultaneously engulfed in flame, the sinister flame invaded their marrow along their fighting energy, causing heart-wrenching pain.

Yet they could only grit their teeth and roar back.

The roar shattered the air, like the dying screams of a beast.

“Ahh! Kill him!”

“Break it! Break it for me!”

Their voices were hoarse to the point of distortion, as if they wanted to resist the flame with their shouts.

Their fighting energy burned, blue flames entwined with blood as they violently smashed against the red shield over and over.

The air trembled, the explosion sounds, cries, and roar of flames interweaved into a cruel symphony of death.

The sound of shattering bones, the screams swallowed by flame waves, rose and fell continuously.

“This can’t be! This can’t be!” Carl bellowed furiously, blue fighting energy exploding once more, accompanied by angry sounds of pain and fear.

Weir watched through the shield as this unfolded, the red light reflected in his eyes, and he could almost hear the air trembling.

He felt that power devouring their fighting energy, blue flames slowly dimming as the fire began to devour their lives.

They were being burned alive… he whispered to himself, his trembling hands subdued by awe.

Outside, Carl’s figure wavered, his roars gradually turning into hoarse howls.

“Ah! No! No—!” His fighting energy was being drawn out by the sinister flame, the blue light dimming piece by piece, and his strength was waning.

That sense of being hollowed out drove him nearly mad, but he still raised his war axe, ceaselessly striking the protective layer.

The next moment, his body was consumed.

The other warriors let out heart-wrenching screams, their voices merging into a hellish chorus.

Someone howled, “Mother!”

Someone clawed at their burning chest with bare hands, fingernails breaking, flesh charred black.

The blue fighting energy was finally consumed by the crimson fire.

Their fighting energy completely unravelled, armor burning, flesh evaporating, bones turning to ash.

The screams were sporadic until they ceased entirely, leaving only the low hum of fire.

And from the start of the battle to the end, it took less than a dozen seconds… a process from resistance to despair.

Weir froze, chest heaving violently, ears filled only with the sound of his heartbeat and that deep rumble.

He looked toward the afterglow of the flame.

That was no longer the level of mere earthly magic power, but a force capable of making the soul tremble.

“This magic power…” he murmured under his breath, gripping his long spear, his expression complex, then that complexity turning into fervor. “Lord Louis is actually as powerful as a Peak Knight.”

Weir’s eyes gleamed with light, serving such a lord was the honor of his life.

And just a few steps away, Wulu was using the chaos to stealthily advance, gripping a short knife and dagger, seizing the chance to ambush enemies from the shadows.