The Frozen Wasteland, this forgotten realm of bitter cold, had never witnessed such madness and despair. The war had been trembling in a stalemate, but the moment Roman Chronos personally intervened, it was utterly shattered by an absolute force, plunging toward an unpredictable abyss of destruction.
The soldiers of the Doomsday Rebirth Legion—those icy machines, twisted mutants, and silent undead—seemed, in this instant, forcibly infused with an emotion called "fear." They emitted shrieks and roars filled with terror that were not part of any programmed commands. Their once-impenetrable front lines began to collapse from within—not due to the Alliance forces' valiant charges, but because of their supreme leader's indiscriminate, purely apocalyptic energy.
Roman's palm extended forward with elegant slowness, the soul-shivering wave of energy surging outward like an invisible tide of death centered on him. To Mandras's left, the vine fortress emitted a low, unbearable resonance, as if billions of roots were wailing in unison; to Maris's right, the metallic body flickered with frantic blue lights of near-panic, its internal precision calculation units likely frantically computing every detail of this destruction and its own countdown to collapse.
"All forces… retreat! Withdraw immediately! Scatter! Scatter as widely as possible!" Virginia's voice echoed across the battlefield through the amplification devices, losing its usual cold calculation for the first time and carrying an unmistakable trace of panic. Beneath her hood, her face was pale as paper; her hands danced rapidly, summoning layer upon layer of biochemical barriers shimmering with organic luster, desperately trying to buy a sliver of survival time for the retreating mutant soldiers. But it was all too late.
Roman's energy wave rippled outward like ripples from a colossal stone dropped into a still lake—seemingly slow, yet exploding in an instant. The first to be swept by this deadly ripple were the Doomsday Rebirth Legion members who failed to retreat in time.
Combat robots of precise construction had their internal circuits overloaded by incomprehensible interference, erupting in blinding sparks and thick smoke, collapsing in droves like a felled steel forest, accompanied by the agonized screech of twisting metal. Mutant winged beings flapped desperately to gain altitude and escape, only to be yanked mercilessly downward by an invisible, terrifying pressure; their resilient wings snapped with tooth-aching cracks, bodies crashing to the ground like broken dolls, their shrill screams piercing the sky before being drowned by the energy's roar. The undead legion's skeletal soldiers fared even worse—the bones forming their bodies disintegrated into the finest powder the moment the energy passed through, the soul flames in their eye sockets extinguished like candles in a gale, vanishing without a trace. Cthulhu-like entities convulsed in attempts to flee, only to develop cracks across their soul bodies; Xister's blood magic shields shattered, blood spilling from her mouth; Shux's massive werewolf form was hurled several meters back, smashing into his own troops with an enraged howl.
The Doomsday Rebirth Legion plunged into utter, self-destructive chaos. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers collided and trampled one another in extreme terror, their formations completely disintegrating into a rabble. Mutant soldiers frantically overclocked their internal energies, muscles swelling to their limits for that pitiful extra burst of speed—yet they were still overtaken by the relentless expanding aftermath, bursting into miserable clouds of blood mist amid a series of nauseating pops.
The Alliance forces stared in stunned silence at this apocalyptic scene of the enemy army tearing itself apart. A surreal sense of victory had barely begun to rise when their faces were instantly drained of color by an even greater fear—for the destructive energy wave, after devouring countless Doomsday soldiers, showed no sign of stopping. It continued its merciless expansion straight toward the Alliance lines!
At the center of Roman's right palm now hovered a tiny yet heart-palpitating energy singularity. The eight elemental magics—blazing fire, bone-chilling ice, solid earth, raging lightning, nimble wind, abyssal darkness,The unpredictable spirit, and corrosive poison—were not merely mixed within it, but interwoven, fused, collapsed, and erupted in a manner transcending reason! What began as faint energy ripples grew exponentially in power with distance, like a snowball rolling down a steep slope, rapidly swelling from feeble beginnings into a cataclysmic energy storm capable of annihilating heaven and earth!
The Alliance front lines bore the brunt of this greeting from the abyss.
Moisture in the air was instantly drawn out, condensing into countless glinting icy needles that rained down in a deluge, easily piercing the thick hides of orc berserkers that they prided themselves on; the absolute cold invaded their bodies, freezing their boiling blood and lives into ice sculptures.
Next came the earth's agonized groan as countless bottomless crimson fissures tore open the ground. Molten lava surged forth like enraged dragons from the depths, swallowing thousands of dwarf heavy infantry in their sturdy shield formations in an instant. The ancient runes etched on their armor melted like wax under the searing heat, their heavy plate turning into red-hot branding irons; agonized screams were mercilessly drowned by the churning magma.
Earth magic turned the wasteland's hard ground into the devil's cradle—innumerable razor-sharp rock spikes erupted without warning from below, skewering through the tightly interlocked shield walls of human phalanxes, hoisting soldiers' limbs like kebabs, blood and viscera splashing down to dye the spikes a vicious dark red.
In the sky above, lightning magic descended like divine judgment spears—thick purple lightning chains ripped through the clouds, precisely striking the winged legion's aerial formations. Thousands of agile winged warriors had no chance to evade; they vaporized or charred instantly in blinding electric light, plummeting like broken-winged birds in fluttering droves.
Ice magic brought the embrace of absolute zero, frigid air like billions of invisible blades ravaging the scaled bodies of sea clan warriors, stiffening their fluid movements before wind magic whipped up terrifying hurricanes laced with ice shards and debris, tearing them to shreds.
Psychic magic was even more insidious and lethal—formless and traceless, it pierced physical defenses to seep directly into soldiers' minds. Many weaker-minded reptilian warriors suddenly turned bloodshot-eyed, lost in madness and hallucination, gleefully plunging poisoned daggers into their comrades' throats with twisted smiles.
Poison magic coalesced into thick, impenetrable sickly green mists that spread with the wind, rapidly corroding the fair skin and keen senses of the elves. Their flesh visibly rotted and melted away in the toxic fog, their agonized wails sending chills down the spine.
Darkness magic devoured light, plunging the battlefield's core into absolute, despairing blackness. The soul-bodied warriors, who should have ignored physical attacks, were swiftly eroded and assimilated in this pure darkness and negative energy; their soul flames dimmed and extinguished like candles in the wind.
The power of these eight elemental magics was not only overwhelmingly dominant; their bizarre progression—from weak to strong, layering and compounding—was what truly caught the Alliance off guard. Initial ripples might have been barely withstood by legion-scale rune shields or joint efforts from powerhouses, but as the energy spread and compounded, different elements triggered terrifying synergistic reactions—fire and wind fusing into all-consuming flame hurricanes; water and ice melding into soul-freezing glacial floods; lightning and psychic intertwining into mind-destroying psychic thunderstorms!
The Alliance front lines collapsed utterly within mere minutes. Tens of thousands of soldiers fell like wheat before a scythe, blood and flesh flying, severed limbs and organ fragments scattering everywhere. Deafening explosions and death rattles wove together into a hellish symphony that echoed across the Frozen Wasteland's skies.
This had long transcended conventional magic—it was the ultimate product of technology's extreme precision in energy control fused perfectly with magic's purest destructive essence: precise, efficient, apocalyptic, and despairingly vast in scope!
Atop the high platform, the nine sovereigns watched this doomsday spectacle unfold, their faces ashen, eyes filled with shock and disbelief. Each was a pinnacle existence on the continent of Muret, yet now, facing the sheer might of Roman Chronos's casual strike, they felt unprecedented pressure… and a trace of insignificance.
Sylvia Sunshine, the Elven Queen, was the first to snap out of the stupor. A resolute gleam flashed across her exquisite face as she transformed into a streak of light and soared upward, her Silver Moon Eyes blazing with determination. Her clear voice carried across the near-collapsing battlefield via magic: "All sovereigns! No more hesitation! Unite! Pour everything we have—for the lands and warriors behind us, build the line of defense!"
Her words acted like a stimulant, instantly rallying countless soldiers teetering on the brink, reigniting the last embers of their fighting spirit.
The other eight sovereigns responded without hesitation, their voices thundering across the field. Nine pillars of tangible, mighty aura erupted skyward from the platform—like nine heaven-supporting columns, arduously yet resolutely holding back Roman's apocalyptic energy storm. This was the first time Muret's supreme powers had unleashed everything without reservation, fighting for shared survival.
Sylvia Sunshine struck first. Her ultimate protective technique—"World Tree's Blessing: Emerald Guardian Barrier"—unfurled instantly. Her hands formed intricate, profound seals as her vast, pure natural and stellar energies erupted without restraint. A brilliant interplay of emerald green and silver-white radiance expanded rapidly outward, forming a semi-transparent energy wall over a hundred meters tall and several kilometers wide—like a colossal shield woven from countless shimmering leaves of life and flowing stellar light, standing firm at the forefront of the Alliance lines. This Emerald Stellar Barrier absorbed and neutralized frontal natural-element attacks (water, fire, earth, wind) to an extreme degree, its flowing stellar power even precisely deflecting portions of the energy. Roman's incoming ice spears and fire rain exploded against it, scattering into harmless, dazzling stardust. Yet the insidious psychic and corrosive poison elements still found gaps to seep through, forcing veins to bulge on Sylvia's forehead as her body trembled slightly—but she clenched her teeth, gaze unwavering, refusing to yield.
Next came Nuti Ursa, the Beast King, unleashing a heaven-shaking roar. His ultimate guardian form—"Frenzied Rabbit Soul Guardian"—exploded at full power! His already massive frame swelled further into the legendary fifth-stage transformation, manifesting as a nearly hundred-meter-tall thunder-and-flame giant rabbit soul phantom—like a mountain incarnate! Violent thunderfire elements coiled tangibly around his colossal soul body, crackling loudly. With another roar, vast soul power formed an invisible yet incredibly resilient defensive field—like an inverted giant bowl enveloping the beast infantry squares at the front. This soul field massively boosted physical durability and magic resistance within its range, actively absorbing and dispersing incoming thunder, fire, and wind attacks while accelerating wound healing amid flashes of thunderfire. But the abyssal dark energy in Roman's assault clung like maggots to bone, relentlessly eroding Nuti's soul essence; he roared in pain as his massive soul phantom flickered violently, growing translucent and unstable, fine cracks spiderwebbing across the barrier's surface.
"For the earth and the forge! Stand unyielding!" Secret Forging Titan, the Dwarf King, roared with beard and hair bristling like thunder. He slammed his legendary warhammer "Core Rage" into the ground! Ancient Titan-inherited rune power erupted, connecting to the ley lines! BOOM! The earth quaked violently as a massive swath of wasteland split open; searing lava and indestructible rune stone were forcibly drawn up, shaped, and fused! A mobile fortress wall nearly fifty meters thick, flowing with molten rock and inscribed with countless blazing runes, rose from the ground to shield the mid-lines! This Lava Rune Bastion offered extreme resistance to earth, fire, and ice attacks, even channeling and rebounding lightning through its runes to erupt towering magma fountains. Yet Roman's insidious poison magic relentlessly corroded and dissolved the stone and rune structures; cracks spread and chunks flaked off the towering wall. The Titan King roared continuously, pouring his own mana frantically into the earth to repair it in a desperate race against destruction.
The reptilian representative, the aged yet mighty Profound Shell Elder, emitted a low, resonant hiss. His ancient Xuanwu bloodline fully awakened! His ultimate defensive talent—"Profound Shell Turtle: Immortal Carapace Shield"—manifested in full! Behind him, a colossal Xuanwu turtle phantom over a hundred meters long, formed of pure energy and ancient will, emerged; its intricately patterned carapace descended like the sturdiest dome, enveloping vast swathes of the Alliance mid-lines. This Xuanwu Carapace Phantom boasted near-absolute physical defense while excelling at absorbing and nullifying water, ice, and poison magic, letting those attacks flow harmlessly across its surface like streams into the sea. But soul- and mind-targeted assaults pierced through the physical layer, inflicting splitting headaches on the Elder linked to the phantom; he grunted in pain, yet his turbid eyes still burned with unyielding resolve as he maintained this final guardianship.
Aldrich, the Human King, faced the heaven-shattering scene with no fear—only a sovereign's duty and resolve. He raised the Sword of Kings, inherited from the federation's pioneering era, igniting the guardian power within: the wills of countless human forebears fused into—"Glory Watch: Myriad Shields Barrier!" Behind him, innumerable human soldiers—knights, mages, common infantry—roared in unison, channeling their willpower, battle qi, and meager mana into the guiding light of the royal sword! In an instant, layer upon layer of enormous diamond-shaped golden shield phantoms appeared behind the lava wall, interlocking and rotating to form a glorious, radiant wall of light! This barrier excelled at resisting and purifying formless psychic assaults and light-devouring darkness, greatly alleviating the soldiers' panic and hallucinations. Yet physical energy strikes still hammered it relentlessly; the violent fire and lightning in Roman's mixed storm battered the light shields with deafening booms, each impact rocking Aldrich's body and drawing blood from his lips—but his sword hand remained steady as rock, gaze sharp as ever.
"Children of the deep sea, fear no storm!" Yuyuer, the Sea Queen, raised her dragonbone gem staff, summoning the boundless power of the ocean! Her ultimate guardian magic—"Vortex Tide Fury: Abyssal Sanctuary"—activated! Water elements surged madly across the Alliance flank; the air grew drenched as a wall of water tens of thousands of meters wide and hundreds tall rose from nowhere—not calm water, but filled with countless terrifying vortexes and condensed extreme-cold ice crystals! This Vortex Ice Wall absorbed and deflected water, ice, and wind attacks supremely well, turning massive energy impacts into harmless sea foam. Yet extreme high-temperature flames and terrain-altering earth magic rapidly evaporated and punched through the wall; Yuyuer's face paled as her mana poured out like floodgates opened—she clenched her teeth, desperately sustaining this flowing barrier.
Soul King Erebus's form grew ethereal and vast as he summoned his soul-bound Obsidian Soul Crystal Dragon! Facing attacks so lethal to soul entities, he unleashed his ultimate defensive secret—"Soul Crystal Dragon Descent: Eternal Soul Shield"! The dark-gold soul crystal dragon roared silently, its body expanding—not for attack, but to coil into a massive diamond-shaped shield of pure soul crystal and shadow energy, positioned where psychic and darkness assaults raged fiercest. This Soul Crystal Dragon Shield absolutely countered psychic impacts and shadow corrosion, absorbing and converting them into burning soulfire. But pure physical impacts, thunder strikes, and earth tremors proved brittle to its crystalline structure; fine cracks spread across the dragon-formed shield, Erebus's soulfire flickering unstably under immense strain.
Wyrselon, King of the Winged, spread his proud six wings, each feather gleaming with silver-blue stellar radiance! His ultimate guardian technique—"Stellar Wings: Firmament Guardian"—unleashed in full! His six wings vibrated; countless silver-blue chains of pure wind-thunder and stellar power shot forth like living things, rapidly interweaving overhead to form a colossal stellar chain net blanketing the entire Alliance airspace! This vast net intercepted, deflected, and dispersed airborne storms, lightning, and formless psychic assaults, safeguarding fragile aerial units and ground troops. Yet the strongly corrosive poison and devouring darkness relentlessly polluted and eroded the gleaming stellar chains; Wyrselon felt burning pain across his wing membranes as breakage outpaced regeneration, the mesh growing sparse.
Mala Gorth, King of the Night Elves, gazed coldly at the flood of negative energy. He planted his legendary battle-axe "Soul Cleaver" heavily into the ground and intoned lowly: "Eternal Night, Devour Shadows into the Void!" Purest shadow power erupted! A profoundly deep domain—seemingly capable of swallowing all light, sound, and energy—expanded rapidly from him like an invisible black hole, forcibly drawing in, neutralizing, and annihilating the rampaging psychic storms and shadow-devouring forces! Atop his head, the eerie "Soul-Devouring Thorns" crown flickered with ghostly light, murmuring softly to strangely stabilize the minds of surrounding Alliance warriors, offsetting much of the psychic erosion. The night elves' profound mastery over darkness and mind proved crucial here. But the violent flames and thunder remained his bane, relentlessly scorching his shadow domain and thorn crown; Mala Gorth let out suppressed growls.
The nine sovereigns poured out everything, holding nothing back—each manifesting their clan's ultimate foundations and deepest understandings of power. Nine distinct yet equally mighty defensive lines layered and reinforced one another, arduously yet steadfastly resisting this nation-destroying composite magic torrent!
However, Roman Kronos's power was unfathomable, far exceeding everyone's expectations. His attacks didn't end in a single wave, but rather, like a connected ocean of energy, relentlessly bombarded the allied forces' defenses wave after wave! Even more terrifying were the characteristics of his composite magic; the mutual growth and reaction between different attributes created a devastating cumulative effect—a violent explosion resulting from the extreme clash of ice and fire; a chain reaction of energy annihilation triggered by the mixture of lightning and poison; and the continuous torment of the soul caused by the fusion of spirit and shadow!
Crack… BOOM! The Dwarf King's lava rune bastion was the first to falter; a massive, spreading fissure tore through its central section with a thunderous crack, molten rock gushing out like blood.
Puff! Nuti Ursa's soul phantom shuddered violently, growing even more transparent and faint, as if on the verge of dissipating.
Yuyuer's ten-thousand-meter water wall evaporated rapidly under heat and impact, shrinking visibly and no longer fully shielding the flank.
Sylvia's emerald stellar barrier dimmed steadily, its stellar lights flickering erratically, leaf phantoms shattering one after another.
Wyrselon's stellar chains snapped faster than they could regenerate, the net thinning dangerously.
Erebus's soul crystal dragon shield cracked like glass about to shatter.
Aldrich's myriad shields barrier had long been battered to ruin, the human legions behind suffering catastrophic losses.
The Profound Shell Elder's carapace phantom wavered unstably.
Even with the nine sovereigns united, exhausting every racial legacy, they could only barely hold—and signs of defeat were clear. The defensive line could collapse entirely at any moment! The Alliance's casualty count skyrocketed after Roman's personal intervention; an atmosphere of despair, colder than the north's iciest winds, froze every warrior's heart and blood across the battlefield.