Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 215 The Red Maple War

On the Red Maple Plain, the red maple leaves of late autumn carpeted the ground, looking like a continuous sea of ​​blood.

The Tower of Babel's massive steel legs pounded on the soft red earth, each step producing a dull rumble that shook the ground for miles around.

Soil and leaf fragments flew in all directions as the mechanical feet trampled them, leaving deep, bottomless trenches behind the steel behemoth.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the plain, King Thursmir's army had been waiting for a long time.

The 500,000-strong demonized army was lined up in neat square formations, a dark mass that almost completely obscured the horizon.

The soldiers' bodies had mostly become deformed, their skin covered with black scales, their eyes flashing with a beast-like scarlet light, and their throats constantly emitting low growls.

The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and decay, and even the sky was tinged with a gloomy gray by this violent atmosphere.

Thursmir stood atop his tall golden chariot, wearing an amethyst crown, coldly watching the steel behemoth slowly approaching.

"Lorraine, do you think you can challenge the majesty of the royal family with a moving iron lump?" Sersmir sneered, pulling out a token that emitted a pale golden light from his pocket.

It was a camp relocation order, exactly the same as the one in Lorraine's hand.

This is one of the legacies that the royal family has inherited for hundreds of years.

Sersmir poured the raging magic within him into the relocation order, and in an instant, a dazzling golden light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire Red Maple Plain.

The void began to fluctuate violently, and huge cracks tore open in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, towering gray city walls appeared out of thin air, fitting together seamlessly with a heavy thud as they landed.

That was the sixth-tier city wall of the royal capital, covered with dried bloodstains and ancient defensive magic runes.

Moreover, over two hundred witch towers, radiating terrifying pressure, descended from the crack, arranged in a ring, tightly surrounding the Tower of Babel and Lorraine's camp at the very center.

The once empty plain was transformed into an impregnable steel fortress in just a few breaths.

"Lorraine! I admit you have some tricks up your sleeve, but today, you have no way to escape!"

With the aid of magic, Thersmir's voice boomed across the plains like rolling thunder.

He stood atop the highest point of the city wall, looking up at the Tower of Babel, and shouted:

"Hand over that mobile city from the Golden Age, hand over your witches, and kneel down to pledge your allegiance to me! I might spare your life out of consideration for your past as a noble under my command! Otherwise, this place will be your final resting place!"

There was only deathly silence in response to Thursmir.

On the terrace of the Tower of Babel, Lorraine stood with his hands in his trench coat pockets, calmly gazing at the majestic sixth-tier city walls around him, a slight smile even playing on his lips.

"Young Master, should I take action?" Anna stood behind him, her red hair swaying gently in the breeze, her beautiful eyes filled with icy killing intent.

"Fire directly, no need for words," Lorraine said calmly.

"Yes."

Anna bowed slightly, and the next second, the magic within her body erupted.

Around the Tower of Babel, forty-eight fifth-order entropy towers instantly lit up.

The pale light became extremely dazzling at this moment, and the energy core at the top of the tower spun wildly, emitting a piercing shriek.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The deafening roar of artillery fire instantly shattered the tranquility of the plain.

Forty-eight pale time rays, like the scythe of death, carrying an aura of decay that could destroy everything, slammed into the sixth-tier city wall of the royal capital.

In an instant, dazzling magical shields erupted from the sturdy city walls, but under the erosion of the time rays, those shields dimmed at a visible speed.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy stone bricks began to weather and peel off rapidly, turning into a cloud of gray dust.

Although the witches under Lorraine's command seem to be of lower rank, their repeated perfect advancements have granted them power surpassing that of their peers.

"Damn it! Fight back! Fight back!"

Thursmir's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

He never expected that Lorraine would not even say a word of politeness and would take action directly.

The Witch's Tower in the royal capital also began to unleash its power, with beams of multicolored elemental light tearing through the void and colliding fiercely with the Tower of Babel's firepower in mid-air, erupting with blinding light and violent aftershocks.

The wind howled, and the shockwaves swept up all the red maple leaves on the ground, shredding them into dust in mid-air.

"Demonic Legion, charge! Tear them apart!"

Thursmir drew his longsword from his waist, pointed it in the direction of the Tower of Babel, and roared hysterically.

At his command, the 500,000-strong demonized army roared out of the city gates like a black tsunami, rushing towards the Tower of Babel.

They were tireless and fearless of pain, driven only by the instinct to kill, fueled by their bloodshot eyes.

"Victor, take your men and guard the entrance to the lower level," Lorraine calmly commanded through the communicator. "Ohm, Messiah, prepare the Titan Legion to attack."

"Roger that, big brother!" Ohm's excited voice rang out in the control room.

The hatch at the bottom of the Tower of Babel slowly opened, and violent magical energy began to brew within the steel behemoth.

The charge of the 500,000-strong demonized army blotted out the sky, the earth trembled and the dark clouds in the sky were shaken apart.

However, what awaited them was the almost insane barrage of fire from the Tower of Babel.

In addition to Anna's forty-eight Entropy Towers frantically unleashing time rays, the forty-eight magic-powered heavy cannon towers jointly controlled by Ohm and Messiah also revealed their menacing muzzles.

With the resonance and blessing of the Twin Witches, these fourth-tier heavy artillery turrets directly unleashed the terrifying power of fifth-tier turrets.

"boom--!!"

Each salvo was accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the earth.

Blue and white magic-powered projectiles rained down on the demonized legion's formation.

Each shell that landed instantly tore apart everything within a hundred meters. The violent energy shattered the hard scales and bones of the demonized soldiers, turning them into a cloud of blood mist and bits of flesh.

In the very first volley, tens of thousands of demonized soldiers at the forefront were wiped out, leaving only huge craters on the ground still emitting black smoke.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Sersmir stood on the command platform at the rear, looking at the heavily damaged demonized legion, trembling with rage.

He abruptly turned to a general beside him: "Let the Puppet Legion push forward! Use the Witch's Tower to suppress their firepower!"

As the order was given, tens of thousands of enormous clay golems and steel puppets formed heavy square formations and advanced with mechanical steps.

Behind these golems, the royal witch's tower was also firing wildly, attempting to suppress the Tower of Babel's barrage with dense elemental magic.

"Ohm, release the Titan." Lorraine said calmly, watching the battle unfold on the big screen in the control room.

"Okay, big brother!"

Inside the Titan Furnace area on the second level of the Tower of Babel, the hatch suddenly swung open.

More than two hundred knight-class Titan machines, each over ten meters tall, marched heavily, forming a neat steel torrent, and roared out from inside the Tower of Babel.

Their massive steel bodies were encased in thick living metal armor, and the red monitors in their eyes flashed with a cold light in the wind and snow.

"Buzz—"

More than two hundred pale blue void shields unfolded on the surface of the Titan Machine, forming an indestructible energy barrier.

The elemental spells falling from the Royal Witch Tower struck the Void Shield, only creating tiny ripples that couldn't stop the steel legion in the slightest.

"charge!"

Victor stood on the shoulder of a Titan at the very front, raising the Wolf King Greatsword high, his battle aura surging.

More than two hundred Knight-class Titans strode forward, launching a ferocious charge across the Red Maple Plains. Braving the barrage of artillery fire, they forcefully charged into the ranks of the Puppet Legion.

That was a purely physical collision.

The Titan's massive mechanical feet trampled over the hard clay golem, crushing it into a pile of mud and sand.

Their arms were wielded with chainsaw swords and giant warhammers, each swing cleaving several steel golems in half, sending sparks and metal fragments flying everywhere.

Two hundred Titans sliced ​​through the Puppet Legion like hot knives cutting through butter, charging straight toward Thursmir's chariot.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this?!" Sersmir looked at the approaching steel behemoth, and a trace of fear finally flashed in his eyes.

Just then, the other witch-specific buildings under Lorraine's command also began to exert their power.

On Anna's Time Altar, ancient runes flickered wildly.

An invisible wave of time law spread out, instantly adding the "Time Amplification" attribute to all the Witch Towers on the field.

The already terrifying bombardment increased several times in speed at this moment, and the pale rays of time wove an impenetrable net of death across the plain.

Immediately afterwards, the doors to Olivia's plant factory opened.

Countless thick, fiery vines spread wildly through the soil, and then, towering "war giants" tens of meters high rose from the ground.

These colossal creatures wielded enormous arms made of vines, each sweep sending swarms of demonized soldiers flying and exploding into a bloody mist in mid-air.

In the sky, Catherine's fourth-order weather controller was also operating at full power.

The once clear sky was instantly shrouded in dark clouds, a howling wind swept through, and then a torrential downpour, accompanied by thunder, began.

The raindrops fell on the clay puppets, making a hissing, corrosive sound. This was a thunderstorm with strong acid properties; under the scouring of the rain, the bodies of many clay puppets began to melt rapidly, turning into puddles of mud.

But the most fatal blow comes from the judgment of fate.

Lyra stood atop the Clock Tower of Destiny, her small face tense, her heterochromatic eyes, one black and one gold, flashing with an eerie light.

"Let the bells ring!"

She murmured softly and pulled the rope of the clock tower.

"when--!!"

A deep, ancient sound, as if from a distant past, echoed across the battlefield.

Lyra unleashed all the good fortune accumulated within the Clock Tower of Fate, bestowing it upon her own warriors.

The Titan, which was about to be hit, dodged a fatal bombardment by inexplicably sliding.

Victor's sword strike hit the enemy general's weakest point in his defenses.

All the accumulated misfortune was precisely unleashed upon the charging enemy fifth-tier powerhouse.

In an instant, those high-ranking fifth-tier powerhouses encountered the most bizarre and unfortunate thing in their lives.

A fifth-tier witch was preparing to unleash a spell when her magical power suddenly went out of control, causing a terrifying backlash. She exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

Another fifth-tier knight charging forward suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, his head was crushed by a hoof of his companion's out-of-control high-tier warhorse.

Some players' enchanted armor jammed at crucial moments, leaving them helpless as the Titan's massive foot fell and they were crushed into a bloody pulp.

One bizarre death after another occurred, and the once-powerful enemy legion completely collapsed in a short period of time.

The battle on the Red Maple Plain has turned into a one-sided massacre.

The 500,000-strong demonized army suffered heavy losses under the combined onslaught of the Titan Legion and the Witch Tower, leaving the plains littered with mutilated corpses and flowing black blood.

"Your Majesty! The main battlefield cannot be held!"

A general, covered in blood, rushed onto the command platform, his expression almost maniacal. "The enemy's firepower is too intense! Our puppet army has been completely wiped out, and more than half of our priests have been killed or wounded!"

Thursmir's face was so dark it was almost dripping with gloom. He stared intently at the unscathed Tower of Babel in the distance, his teeth grinding together.

He lost.

On the front lines, his prized royal heritage proved as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of Lorraine's endless stream of bizarre tactics.

"Sharon, Brenda, Galahad."

Sersmir turned his head, looking at the three sixth-tier powerhouses beside him, his eyes filled with madness and ruthlessness. "If we can't defeat him on the front lines, then we'll just behead him!"

Brenda, the Earth Witch, frowned slightly but remained silent.

The Space Witch Sharon stepped forward, her voice low and menacing: "Your Majesty, you mean...?"

"Sharon, use spatial magic to tear open a rift and teleport Galahad directly into the interior of the Tower of Babel!"

Thursmir pointed to the top of the Tower of Babel, gritting his teeth as he said, "That bastard Lorraine is definitely in there. Kill him, and the city and those witches will be completely paralyzed! Go, bring me his head!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Sharon responded, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes, which gleamed with an eerie silver light.

She raised her hands and forcefully tore through the air in front of her.

tear-

With a piercing sound like cloth being torn, a black rift radiating violent spatial laws slowly opened in mid-air.

"Galahad, come with me."

Sharon gave a low shout and stepped into the crevice first.

The burly Templar Knight Galahad grinned, his hand on the greatsword at his waist, and followed closely behind.

hum-

The spatial fluctuations vanished in an instant, and the rift closed immediately.

next second.

Inside the control room at the top of the Tower of Babel, the void suddenly began to twist violently.

Lorraine was sitting in a large, armchair, holding a glass of red wine, calmly watching the large screen.

Anna stood quietly beside him.

A piercing sound of space tearing apart rang out without warning in the center of the room.

A black rift appeared out of thin air, and Sharon and Galahad stepped out of it instantly, appearing less than five meters away from Lorraine.

"Die, young count!"

The moment Galahad appeared, his sixth-tier battle qi erupted, illuminating the entire control room with dazzling golden light.

He suddenly raised his greatsword and, with an aura of earth-shattering power, slashed it down at Lorraine.

However, before his sword could fall, an extremely eerie and ethereal singing voice suddenly echoed in the control room.

The song had no lyrics, just a simple chant, yet it seemed to possess some irresistible magic, directly piercing through Galahad and Sharon's battle aura defenses and exploding deep within their souls.

The Siren's Voice.

This is Evelyn's exclusive building, a sixth-tier voice witch, and features the control effect activated by the Siren's Voice.

[Siren's Voice: Can forcibly control an opponent of the same level for one minute.]

"Well……"

Sharon, who had just stepped out of the void, suddenly froze on the spot.

The silver light in her eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by emptiness and confusion.

Her hands, which were raised in preparation to cast a spatial spell, were abruptly frozen in mid-air under the control of the song.

"Sharon? What are you doing? Do it!"

Galahad felt a wave of dizziness, but with his strong physique and fighting spirit, he managed to withstand the interference of the singing.

He turned his head, looked at Sharon with a strange expression, and roared loudly.

However, he was met with a relentless and powerful blow from Sharon.