Rock watched as the massive creature wriggled on the mountain path, its surface heaving with flesh and blood, insect corpses falling like a tide. His lips trembled slightly, and a chill spread through his heart.

He quietly glanced at Louis on the high ground, trying to discern any hint of panic or hesitation on the Lord's face, even just a little.

But what he saw was... a smile.

"It has come," Louis slowly lifted the corners of his mouth and whispered, "I'm not afraid of you coming out, I'm afraid you'll hide and refuse to come out.

Since you're willing to emerge, things are much simpler now."

He raised his hand and waved crisply, his voice not loud, yet piercing through the wind and snow to reach the eyes of each group on the defense line through the command flag:

"Prepare the heavy Magic Explosion Bullet."

"Yes, sir!" the distant knight squads responded in unison.

The firepower soldiers, long hidden behind the earth wall halfway up the mountain, quickly sprang into action, placing the heavy tripod with a "click," steady as a rock;

Then, a pitch-black, thick Magic Explosion Bullet was loaded into the filling slot, shimmering with a dim cold light on its surface.

This was the invention Hillco was most proud of.

At this moment, he stood by the high window on the fourth floor of the main Earth Tower castle, his elbows resting on the windowsill, watching the colossal body of the Nest slowly crawl out from the forested valley.

It was a monstrous deformity formed by the stitching of massive decay, insect shells, and venomous glands, pouring mucus and insect corpses from within itself, covering the entire mountain path like a moving plague.

Yet Hillco showed no fear.

Instead, he smiled, a gleam of madness flashing in his eyes, murmuring, "Only such an opponent is worthy of my Magic Explosion Bullet. Today, let me witness your true power."

On the heights, Louis fixed his gaze on the moving trajectory of the Nest, assessing the wind direction, terrain, elevation differences, and the density of the enemy swarm.

After crunching the numbers in his head, he raised his right hand, pointing like a knife, directly at the still pulsating swollen core between the Nest's chest and abdomen.

"Fire."

As Louis's voice fell, the knight didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

"Boom—!"

The Magic Bomb Launcher roared, spewing out a violently quivering blue-white blaze.

The tripod abruptly tilted back, and the heavy recoil sent snow flying, causing the ground to tremble faintly.

Unlike traditional magic bursts, this Magic Explosion Bullet was a condensed massive energy body, emitting a captivatingly hot, low hum in flight, like a fiery sanction from the heavens.

The Nest sensed it.

Not through eyes, as it had no true vision.

But through instinct, a perception ingrained in the depths of biological primitive genes, triggered only at the edge of death.

At that moment, it paused.

Its massive articulated body shivered slightly in the snow, all tentacles stilled, even the parasitic insect corpses halted as if sensing the mutation of the main brain.

The falling blaze brought no sound, yet it was more oppressive than a storm and more destructive than a volcano.

In its consciousness, a strange emotion arose.

Not anger, not alertness, not the hunger of predation—but fear.

True fear.

It couldn't comprehend what this was, couldn't name it, couldn't even find a reference in its instincts.

It only knew that if it didn't flee, this thing would make it disappear.

But it was already too late...

In just that moment of chaotic hesitation, the fire arrived.

"Boom!!!"

The explosion instantly engulfed that section of the mountain path, within a core diameter of about fifty meters, the surface rocks melted into flowing red magma under the high temperature.

All insect corpses, whether weak or enhanced individuals, didn't even have time to wail before they were directly vaporized, leaving not even a shadow behind.

Beyond the explosion core, the high-temperature shock wave swept across the eighty-meter slope like a wall of burning flame.

The airwave, like a burning giant wall, surged downward, engulfing insect corpses, earth, and broken rocks alike.

Those insect swarms not destroyed at the explosion core also ignited in the airwave, their bodies blackened, crumbling as they writhed, producing a series of explosive sounds.

And the massive Nest, its perception system struggled to analyze that fiery glow descending from the sky.

It could only capture countless fragmented signals: intense heat, distortion, alien properties, lethal.

Its carapace ultimately couldn't withstand this ultimate firepower, condensing alchemy and magic energy.

The heart sac between its chest and abdomen was accurately hit, causing the bloated guts to burst, the insect slurry to boil, and black smoke to rise like a toxic cloud over the valley.

Multiple deep cracks appeared on its outer shell, the tentacles were torn apart by the shock wave, scattered like broken branches.

Those supposedly non-renewable enhanced insect corpses lost their final reliance under this round of attack. Bone armor melted, venom sacs exploded, with no possibility of reconstruction.

The fire had not yet extinguished; in the charred pit, only a burning remnant struggled, trembled, and disintegrated between the flames and snow.

This was a declaration of civilization against the wild, something it could never comprehend in the human endless evolutionary malice.

A few minutes passed, the edges of the charred pit still aflame, mountain winds carrying heat and black smoke howled down the path.

The Nest was no more, leaving only a charred remnant on the surface, continuously collapsing and disintegrating, like sins turned to dust after being incinerated, carried away by the wind.

Hillco stood on the high platform of the Earth Tower castle, the gusts ruffling his disheveled hair, the firelight reflecting dancing flames in his eyes.

"Ah... this is art!" he murmured, almost ready to compose an ode for his designed Magic Explosion Bullet, "Precise, intense, complete purification... perfect. So perfect it makes you want to cry."

And at that moment of explosion, the entire Earth Tower shook fiercely.

Not a tremble, but an impact from underground, like the roar of a mountain.

The wooden planks on the walls groaned, the window frames shook out dust, the oil lamps hanging from the beams swayed violently, some people couldn't keep their balance, exclaiming as they crouched down.

Rock was crouched by the window ready to shout "Hold on, don't panic," but in the next second—

"Boom—!"

The vibration suddenly intensified, a thunderous explosion echoed from beyond the mountains, as if the air itself had caught fire.

At that moment, it was as if something punched down from the sky onto the earth.

His whole body felt soulless, his legs buckled, and with a "thud," he sat hard on the ground, his rear aching, but he couldn't care about the pain because he saw it.

He saw with his own eyes that sun-like magic explosion bullet descending from the sky, landing above the heart sac of the nest, and then bursting open.

That wasn't an explosion, that was the arrival of doomsday.

The nest, like a giant chunk of meat thrown into purgatory, rapidly decayed, disintegrated, and burned into charcoal in the flames.

Boiling bug pulp and burning tissue exploded together, black smoke surging like a venomous dragon rising to the sky.

The entire valley seemed to be flattened by a punch from a giant god, the terrain reshaped in an instant, flames roiled, charred pits scattered, tendrils spread out.

Rock stared blankly, eyes unblinking, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

There was only one thought left in his mind:

The sun had crashed down.

Rock could no longer restrain himself, his eyes rolled upward, collapsed on the ground, murmuring: "…The sun…the sun killed that giant monster…"

"What? What sun?" A stir ran through the crowd.

"What did you say? Did the monster really die?"

"Speak clearly! Hurry, explain!!"

Someone helped him up from the ground, and like a startled pigeon, he suddenly sat up, eyes wide, gasping, and shouted word by word:

"It's true! Lord threw a…sun! It crashed from the sky! Burned that mountain-sized monster to nothing in one go!"

He was so excited that he was rambling: "It… it howled on the mountain, struggled, rolled down in flames, and then 'poof', it exploded!! Do you understand? It blew into ashes!!"

He waved his arms like a madman, yet also like a prophet who had witnessed a divine miracle: "I saw with my own eyes its shell cracked! Tentacles severed! All the bug pulp exploded out! The whole mountain path is burning!

That was not fire, it was the wrath of god! Believe me—the Lord, he is the Master of the Sun!!!"

Inside the earth tower, after a brief silence, something was ignited.

With a boom, cheers erupted like a flood.

"The Sun! The Sun!! The Lord threw a sun!!"

"We're saved!!"

"The Sun belongs to Red Tide!!!"

The crowd excitedly shouted, knelt, cried, and chanted, as if that flame had burned into their hearts as well.

They couldn't see the battlefield, they could only piece together that terrifying yet sacred strike through Rock's temporary commentary.

But they knew one thing, this battle was won.

They survived.

Their Lord really threw down a sun.

On the other side, Louis stood on the high ground, his expression calm as water.

The cold wind carried the scorched earth's aftermath of the explosion from the depths of the valley, lifting his cloak.

Black smoke still rolled in the sky, reluctant to disperse.

He did not look at the charred remains.

Those boiling bug pulps, twisted shells, and shattered tentacles were meaningless in his eyes.

What truly mattered was: that heart sac of the nest was thoroughly incinerated in the flames.

He slowly raised a hand, aligning his forefinger and middle finger, slicing forward.

"Begin clearing."

His tone was not high, but the knights around immediately sprang into action.

They stepped out over the snow, wearing fireproof cold iron armor, shouldering flamethrowers, tips softly roaring.

Orange-red magic flames erupted from the long tubes with suppressed anger, tongues of fire gushing forth, as if fiery serpents sprang from the nozzle, pouncing on the remaining insect corpses on the hillside.

Those maimed and barely breathing deformed creatures began to twitch, struggling, but were soon engulfed by the blazing flames.

The fire quickly snaked into their bodies through their shells and joints, the flames roiling under their exoskeletons, they twisted and convulsed, moments later bursting into charred flesh and tar.

The snowfields sent up mist and burnt odors under the lash of flame, bug pulp and melting snow mixed with mud, step by step being scorched into a deserted battlefield.

Louis quietly watched, finally letting out a slow breath.

He rarely showed emotion in battle, especially in front of the knights.

But at this moment, he did feel a hint of relief from his heart.

They had secured the Red Tide Territory.

The nest, the hardest tumor to tackle, was cleared in one stroke.

It didn't even get the chance to retaliate before collapsing in the flames.

The threat from Snow Peak County was halved at this moment.

What does this mean?

It means his most important foundation is stable.

It means that next, he could allocate more military force and resources to aid other territories in Snow Peak County.

The earth tower castle behind him even rang with explosive cheers, making him smile slightly.

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