Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 217 The End of Thursmir

On the Red Maple Plains, beside Thursmir's golden chariot, space violently distorted.

A blood-covered, disheveled figure suddenly tumbled out of the crack and crashed heavily to the ground.

Sharon, a sixth-order space witch, escaped from the Tower of Babel by forcibly burning her own essence.

"Sharon?!"

Thursmir's pupils constricted, and he rushed forward, staring at the deep, bone-revealing wound on her shoulder and her paper-white face, exclaiming in a trembling voice, "Where is Galahad?!"

Sharon looked up, her eyes filled with the lingering fear of surviving a close call. Her lips trembled, and after a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a few words:

"Dead... Galahad... dead..."

"What?!" Thursmir was struck dumb. He grabbed Sharon by the collar, lifted her up, and roared with bloodshot eyes.

"What nonsense are you spouting?! Galahad is a sixth-tier Templar Knight, who could kill him?!"

"It's...it's Evelyn..." Sharon's voice was choked with sobs.

"That old hag from the Desa family, Lorraine restored her magic circuits! She used her witch-specific building to control me, forcing the two of us... to kill him together..."

Evelyn... Tier 6...

Thursmir felt his mind go blank.

He never imagined that one of his biggest trump cards would be lost in such an absurd way.

Meanwhile, in Lorraine, there was a hidden sixth-tier expert!

"Your Majesty! Look!"

Just then, a general pointed ahead and let out a terrified scream.

Thursmir turned his head sharply and saw that the towering steel behemoth, the Tower of Babel, after crushing his vanguard, did not stop at all, but instead accelerated and charged straight toward their encirclement!

"Fire! Open fire!"

Thursmir went completely mad. Pointing at the Tower of Babel, he roared hysterically, "Use all the Witch Towers! Break its legs! Blast it into scrap metal!"

At his command, the more than two hundred Witch Towers on the circular fortress summoned by the camp relocation order instantly burst into dazzling light.

A torrent of multicolored elements tore through the void, pouring down on the Tower of Babel like a torrential downpour.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dense explosions rang out one after another, and the violent aftershocks of energy made the sky above the entire Red Maple Plain flicker between light and shadow.

However, these attacks, powerful enough to level a mountain, only caused tiny ripples when they landed on the fifth-order living metal walls of the Tower of Babel.

The living metal begins to writhe and repair itself the moment it is hit, and is restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.

"Young master, they have begun their attack."

Inside the control room, Anna watched the dazzling fireworks on the big screen and calmly reported to her superior.

"Then let them see what real artillery fire is like."

Lorraine picked up her glass of red wine, took a small sip, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Anna, Catherine, Ohm, Messiah."

"You four, open fire at will."

"Target: the circular fortress ahead, and all the Witch Towers."

"I want to see them all reduced to ruins within ten minutes."

"Yes, young master!"

The four witches responded in unison, their eyes blazing with astonishing fighting spirit.

The next second, the Tower of Babel, this terrifying war machine, finally revealed its most ferocious fangs.

Anna's forty-eight fifth-order entropy towers were the first to unleash their power, their pale time rays like the scythe of death, precisely targeting the witch towers opposite.

Those defensive towers that the royal family was so proud of, under the erosion of the time rays, the stone bricks of the towers weathered and peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before the witch inside the tower could react, she and the entire tower were turned into dust by the great power of time.

Immediately afterwards, Catherine's forty-eight Tier 4 Storm Towers also joined the battle.

With the blessing of the Time Altar, the attack frequency of these Storm Towers reached an extreme.

Hundreds of massive thunderstorm clouds instantly gathered in the sky, and countless bolts of lightning as thick as buckets descended from the heavens, weaving together into an impenetrable net of lightning that enveloped the entire ring fortress.

Lightning flashed and roared incessantly as a large number of witch towers collapsed under the cutting force of the lightning net, turning into piles of charred remains.

The main firepower consisted of forty-eight magic-powered heavy artillery turrets jointly controlled by Ohm and Messiah.

Under the resonance of the Twin Witches, the power of these heavy artillery turrets was amplified to the extreme.

Blue and white magic energy projectiles were rained down on the opposite position as if they were free.

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

The terrifying barrage was several times more intense than the combined fire from the royal palace's two hundred-plus witch towers.

boom--!

With a deafening roar, the witch's exclusive building in the center of the circular fortress—the Puppet Factory—finally succumbed to the barrage of dozens of magical energy projectiles and exploded.

The violent energy shockwave instantly blew dozens of witch towers away, causing them to disintegrate and explode in mid-air.

"No! My puppet factory!"

On the city wall, Brenda, the sixth-tier Earth Witch, let out a painful cry. She could feel that the soul connection between herself and that exclusive building had been completely severed at this moment.

However, this is just the beginning.

Under the overwhelming firepower of the witches under Lorraine's command, the royal defenses began to crumble at an avalanche-like pace.

One witch's tower after another was destroyed, and one royal witch after another, once high and mighty, was swallowed up by cannon fire amidst desperate screams.

Although the witches of Lorraine are of varying ranks, each of them has achieved the most perfect advancement thanks to Lorraine's unreserved investment of resources.

Their magical circuits are incredibly robust, and their unique architectural effects are ridiculously powerful.

In addition, Lyra's Clock Tower of Fate secretly adds good fortune to her side while inflicting misfortune on the enemy.

—Lorraine's witches have already gained the ability to fight against opponents of higher levels!

A full ten minutes.

As the barrage of Babel's cannon fire gradually subsided, the circular fortress on Red Maple Plains, which Thursmir had been so proud of and which had been summoned by the camp relocation order, had become a burning ruin.

On the other hand, Lorraine paid only half the number of Witch Towers.

"How...how could this happen..."

Seraphim slumped dejectedly on the golden chariot, looking at the hellish scene before him, muttering to himself.

His prized royal heritage, his last line of defense, was utterly destroyed in just ten minutes.

In the instant he lost his focus, the Tower of Babel once again took its heavy steps.

Its massive steel body relentlessly crushed the burning ruins and the broken witch towers, slowly making its way straight toward Thesmir's golden chariot.

A huge shadow completely enveloped Thursmir.

He looked up and, through the billowing smoke, saw the young figure in a black trench coat with a cold expression on the rooftop terrace of the Tower of Babel.

Eyes facing each other.

In Thursmir's eyes lay endless madness and resentment.

In Lorraine's eyes, there was only a cold calm, as if he were looking at a dead man.

The advance of the Tower of Babel finally came to a halt.

Its massive steel body, like a giant god from mythology, stood silently on the ruins of the Red Maple Plain, overlooking the shattered royal army below.

Lorraine did not give any further orders to fire.

He simply stood on the terrace, his hands in his trench coat pockets, looking down at the lone figure on the golden chariot below.

Seraphim, dragging his badly wounded body, slowly stood up from the chariot.

The aftershocks of the artillery fire had sent him flying. If he hadn't been wearing the royal secret sixth-tier soft armor, he would probably have been reduced to ashes like those witches who were blasted into pieces.

He looked up at the excessively young man on the terrace, and a cruel smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Hehe...hehehe...Lorraine..."

Therthmir's voice was hoarse, with a wheezing sound like a broken bellows, but with the help of magic, it clearly resonated throughout the entire battlefield.

"You oppose me! You shelter those ignorant poor people, you gather those civilians who refuse to be turned into monsters by me, what good do you think you're doing?"

He pointed at Lorraine and roared with all his might:

"You're wrong! You are the greatest villain in this kingdom! You will destroy humanity... destroy our Violet Kingdom, destroy our only hope of ending this cataclysmic upheaval!"

"hope?"

Lorraine finally spoke, his voice soft but carrying an undisguised mockery.

"Your so-called hope is to turn everyone into mindless monsters who only know how to kill?"

Lorraine pointed to the demonized soldiers around him who were still hissing and in disarray because they had lost their leader.

"You think that only by turning humans into monsters can the threat of monsters be eliminated... Sersmir, you hold a high position, but your vision and courage are still too small."

Lorraine shook her head, her tone flat as if stating a fact: "You lack confidence."

"I lack self-confidence?!"

Thursmir, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly flew into a rage. He pointed at Lorraine and roared furiously:

"How could I lack confidence?! Humanity has suffered from the calamities of time for generations, from the Golden Age to the present, through countless sages and heroes, who has ever truly been able to solve this problem?!"

"No! Not a single one!"

"I simply made the most rational and correct choice! What's wrong with sacrificing the thoughts of a small group to ensure the continuation of the entire race?!"

Thursmir's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was frantic.

"And you! Lorraine! With your hypocritical kindness, you gave those lowly people unrealistic fantasies! You made them think that they would be safe hiding behind your walls!"

"But what will the result be? When the true apocalypse arrives, when the demonic tide, which even you cannot resist, comes, they will only be torn to shreds in despair and regret!"

"What you've given them isn't hope, it's a deeper despair!"

Looking at the crazed Thursmir, Lorraine's expression remained unchanged.

He simply listened quietly until the other person's roaring gradually subsided.

"Are you done talking?"

Lorraine spoke calmly.

Thursmir was taken aback.

"Now that we've finished talking, it's time to get going."

Lorraine raised her hand and snapped her fingers lightly.

"Wait!" Thursmir roared. "You haven't answered my question yet! What makes you think I lack confidence? Do you... do you have a way to resolve the Moment of Anomaly?!"

"Of course I do."

Lorraine answered calmly.

These four simple words were like four merciless hammers, striking Sersmir's heart hard.

The madness on his face froze instantly, replaced by endless astonishment and bewilderment.

"What...what did you say?"

I said, I have a way.

Lorraine looked at him, her dark eyes gleaming with a light of confidence: "And, there's no need to sacrifice any innocent people."

After saying that, Lorraine tossed a scroll to Thursmir: "Take a look, all the plans are on here."

"..."

After reading the scroll, Thursmir fell silent.

He stared blankly at Lorraine, at the other's calm and resolute gaze, and the tower of belief in his heart, built from madness and obsession, collapsed in that instant.

He didn't know if what was said on the scroll was true or false, but at this point, why would Lorraine lie to him when he was facing a defeated king?

Was it to humiliate him?

Thursmir didn't see it that way.

"Hehe...hehehe...hahahaha!"

Sersmir suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.

So... there was another way to go.

It turns out that his proud "path to salvation," which he was willing to bear eternal infamy for, was really just a joke in the eyes of others.

He laughed at his own foolishness, his own arrogance, and at his own pathetic and laughable life.

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is..."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Thursmir slowly straightened his spine, took one last look at Lorraine, and the madness and resentment in his eyes had completely faded, leaving only a sense of relief.

"Kill me."

He said softly, then closed his eyes.

Lorraine looked at him and nodded slightly.

next second.

A pale ray of time descended from the sky, silently piercing through Thursmir's body.

The young king, who had just ascended the throne and attempted to save the kingdom through mad methods, aged and deteriorated at a visible rate, eventually turning into a handful of ashes and dissipating in the wind of the Red Maple Plain.

There was no pain, no struggle.

Lorraine gave him the final dignity befitting a king.

"We surrender! We surrender!"

Brenda, the Earth Witch, was the first to throw down her weapon and kneel on the ground.

However, Lorraine merely gave her a cold look.

Anna.

"Yes, young master."

"None of the knights and witches who accompanied these princes will be spared."

Lorraine's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Yes."

Anna bowed slightly, and the next second, the forty-eight Towers of Entropy lit up again. The pale time rays, like death warrants, landed precisely on Brenda and the other high-level experts.

The piercing screams rose and fell, but soon fell silent.

Lorraine wasn't a saint; he knew very well that none of these people were innocent when the demonization policy was being implemented in Thursmir.

Without the assistance of these high-ranking witches and knights, there would have been no way that Sesmir could have transformed these commoners into monsters.

He never showed mercy to his enemies.

After wiping out these high-level combatants, Lorraine's gaze fell on the demonized legions on the plains, who were now bewildered and helpless due to the loss of their commander.

"Victor."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"Send out the Knights and the mechs to force them to surrender."

Lorraine paused, then added, "Many of these people are likely civilians who were forcibly conscripted. Tell Olivia to prepare the purification potion and the necessary facilities in advance. We need to find a way to turn them back into humans."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Viktor pounded his chest heavily.