Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 447: Chapter 285: Frostbite Soulshaker Grenade

The corpses split open, revealing charred shells, spilling crimson vines and flesh-colored petals, like a kind of morbid greenhouse crazily spreading across the battlefield.

The vines wrapped around the fallen magical beasts, snapping their necks, vine roots drilled into the wounds of Knights, piercing deep into flesh as if nurturing rage with corpses.

Injured magical beasts neighed and fell to the ground, only to stand again in the blink of an eye, suckled by the red mist, their eyes crimson, their steps faster and more vicious than when alive.

The mist engulfed the charging Knights, obscuring their forms, but amplifying their murderous intent.

Those who should have faltered under wounds, flames, and arrows now roared, charging directly toward the heights of the cliff, where hidden crossbowmen and snipers lay in wait.

Louis observed the scene coldly through a monocular.

He had long known from daily intelligence and the Duke’s letters that this monster troop possessed a bizarre ability, where the dead empowered the living with multiplied strength.

Yet, witnessing this mad assault that disregarded any harm, he still felt a moment of astonishment.

It was not courage, but a mad surge forcibly dragged onto the battlefield by death and fury.

The ability to enhance strength four- or five-fold and completely lose fear.

Yet his expression remained calm as he slightly raised his hand to order the soldiers behind him: “Load all the Frost Devourer Soul Shaker Bombs.”

Several Knights specializing in heavy weaponry immediately sprang into action, opening heavy iron-locked chests, extracting short, thick projectiles engraved with blue demon patterns and faintly glowing with a black light at the center.

They were swiftly loaded into short-barreled launchers, scintillating within the metal interior.

Levers were pressed down, and a deep rumble roared into the air.

One by one, projectiles trailed with a ghostly blue arc, falling into the thickest mass of blood-red mist in the valley’s depths.

These were no ordinary magic explosion bullets; after learning the weakness of the “Burning Pain Vine Court,” Louis had Hillco craft this ultimate weapon in person—the Frost Devourer Soul Shaker Bomb.

Utilizing the crystal core of a Soul Devourer Lizard, it was honed by the Alchemist into an oval crystal core, inlaid with a micro talisman array, releasing a powerful psychic shock wave upon explosion, directly striking the brain’s emotional center, blanking out all rage in an instant.

Furthermore, it housed a frost vine leaf liquid capsule, a medication pouch prone to cold cracking, releasing cold mist upon bursting, with the powder seeping into the bloodstream, swiftly suppressing adrenaline and berserk hormone secretion.

Of course, this had never been tested in actual combat, and even Louis wasn’t sure if it would work.

Until the moment it hit the ground

Boom!!!

The blue shock wave exploded like an unseen meteor at the valley’s floor, the sound wave not an explosion but a nerve-tearing loud noise, as if a war drum had blasted within one’s eardrums.

The air compressed abruptly, even the red mist aggressively pushed away by a circular transparent ripple.

Within a fifty-meter radius of the explosion’s center, the movements of Barbarian Soldiers and magical beasts were all frozen.

Their eyes, like candles blown out, dimming from crimson to dead water, faces losing expression, weapons half-lifted in the air, even forgetting to maintain their balance.

A galloping warhorse lost its strength mid-air, collapsing to the ground like a puppet with cut strings.

In the next instant, cold mist burst forth like millions of sharp ice needles from the explosion’s core, penetrating every breath and every inch of bare skin.

The sensation was bone-chilling cold yet accompanied by a strange numbness.

As if the switch for adrenaline was forcibly turned off, and rage snuffed out by an invisible hand, replaced by a deep emptiness reaching the marrow.

“…Huh?” a barbarian Knight emitted a low, puzzled sound from his throat.

The psychic shock of the Frost Devourer Soul Shaker Bomb severed his emotional resonance with the Burning Pain Vine Court like a sharp blade.

Rage instantly turned into nothingness, leaving only the naked survival instinct in his consciousness, needing an immediate outlet.

He couldn’t even distinguish friend from foe as his spear thrust along a habitual attack trajectory, deeply piercing the nearest body clad in vine battle armor.

Even if it was a companion he charged with.

Chaos spread like wildfire.

More Knights lost their recognition after their emotions shattered, blindly brandishing swords, blocking, and roaring.

The once snarling War Beasts and giants now fell silent as if their spines were severed, their limbs stiff, not daring to advance a single step.

Their gaze no longer a blazing flame ready to tear everything apart, but weighed down by frost, hesitant, even shrinking.

At that moment, the killing tide in the valley seemed frozen solid by the blue cold light.

Watching the enemy army self-destructing in the valley, a smile couldn’t help but tug at the corner of Louis’s mouth.

At the very first sight of the intelligence, he had instructed Hillco to craft this magic explosion bullet.

Yet, before this, he had never truly faced the Berserkers of the Burning Pain Vine Court, nor was he sure how effective it would be.

But now the answer was written in barbarian blood at the valley’s bottom.

The magic explosion bullet seemed like a death’s kiss tailored specifically for these monsters, severing their rage and causing them to scatter in fear.

This ignited excitement like soaring flames in his chest.

After all, the hellish scene unfolding was the result of his meticulously calculated steps.

Like having the test questions days in advance, providing a sheer sense of satisfaction.

However, he was acutely aware that the opportunity would quickly pass, lasting only several seconds at most.

The power of the red mist was being diminished, yet the vine roots of the Court continued to frantically spread. Any further delay, and the living vine walls would gnaw through the entire defense line.

Louis immediately concluded that deploying heavy weaponry was imperative.

Thus, over fifty Steel Beasts emerged simultaneously from both the side valley and valley mouth flanks, revealing themselves on the battlefield.