Whether on the prayer platform or on the fortress's defensive walls, every Tuscan who could still open their eyes stared in disbelief at this scene.
They had never witnessed such a powerful attack before. The beastmen, who were like nightmares to them, were helpless against Syndra, as if facing a natural disaster.
Because of its height, Tuscany on the wishing platform can see the ice cone forest a little further away, just like the people on the wall.
Beneath that beautiful, crystalline natural essence lies a deadly threat.
One of the Tuscan soldiers on the city wall, overwhelmed with excitement, leaned over to look down and lost his balance, falling to his death.
Ah~~~
"Pfft pfft..."
His body was pierced by sharp icicles, his weak screams gradually stopped, and his entire body was rapidly frozen into an ice sculpture.
However, just like before, none of the Tuscans paid any attention to the unfortunate fellow who had already been saved. They were all staring at the distant frost dragon and the vast expanse of white snowstorm.
The number of wild beastmen wiped out by the frost breath was indeed considerable, but it was only a portion of the densely packed wild beastmen on the plains.
However, no Tuscanyan nation believes they can still pose a threat to them.
The snow covered the entire plain in front of the rocky fortress, and the massive snowflakes obscured the view, but Tuscany's naturally strong eyesight still allowed him to see the situation in the distance clearly.
The strong winds made it difficult for the wild beasts to move, and icicles slashed across their bodies, leaving streaks of blood.
However, this damage still poses no threat to the robust physique of the beastmen.
They roared and howled at the sky, their bloodthirsty madness still evident even when facing a monstrous beast like the Frost Dragon.
Syndra was high in the sky, her dragon eyes gradually narrowing.
"What a ridiculous crawler!"
This message reached the minds of all Tuscans and the Beastmen ahead, but the latter showed no reaction whatsoever.
This made Syndra feel like she had failed at showing off.
On the contrary, the Tuscans were all above average in intelligence; they all understood that the monster in the sky—no, the Frost Dragon King in the sky—would not have sent this snow without reason.
As more and more snow and ice accumulated, the plains turned into a vast expanse of white in a short period of time, and the temperature had already dropped below freezing.
The beastmen weren't all muscle-brains; some of them had already realized something was wrong and wanted to escape.
However, even if one had tried to escape from the very beginning, it would have been too late.
For the Frost Dragon, failing to defeat these creatures, which are clearly only qualified for Dark Iron, would be tantamount to losing face in front of countless alchemical creatures.
"Click, click..."
Unlike ordinary snow, the snow, now half a meter deep, contained a large amount of icicles, and the snow beneath the entire white surface was unusually firm and thick.
The bodies of the wild beasts were all stuck in the snow. Despite their immense strength, they could not pull their legs out, and could only make a series of cracking sounds on the ice.
But soon, even that sound stopped.
The ice and snow mixture had reached their waists; their lower bodies were completely frozen and numb, while their upper bodies shivered in the blizzard.
The beastmen could feel their bodies gradually stiffening. In addition to their lower bodies, which were completely numb, their upper bodies were also filled with stinging pain.
"roar..."
"Woo~~~ Roar..."
The shouts were filled with fear, but the continuous snowstorm in the sky continued to fall heavier and heavier.
"Click click click click click..."
As temperatures drop further, the ice and snow on the plains begin to rapidly form a network of ice, making the already not fluffy snow exceptionally solid.
Many of the strongest members of the wild beast tribe swung their giant rock clubs and smashed them against the ground that had frozen them. At first, they could create a small crater, but now they could only leave a white mark.
This is a slow death process.
The beastmen's life force consumption is directly proportional to the thickness of the ice and snow layer, while the intensity of their struggle is inversely proportional.
But throughout this process, every member of the Wild Beast Clan remained exceptionally clear-headed.
Even the brain circuits that usually don't work become clear at this moment, and wails have been rising and falling since the very beginning.
"They are afraid! They know fear!"
Under the protection of the Frost Dragon, the temperature inside the rock fortress was much lower than usual, but still bearable.
The Tuscans witnessed the white terror on the plains.
They couldn't help but let out cries of relief mixed with lingering fear.
"These monsters have finally met their end!"
"But this is only a part of them..."
"It doesn't matter how many come!"
...
The Tuscans' eyes regained their sparkle, and they emerged from their despair, discussing what they had just witnessed with those around them.
The Tuscanys who had collapsed on the prayer terrace were rescued one by one by their companions who came up later.
"This is hopeless..."
"Bass is dead too!"
"There's someone alive here! He's still breathing!"
"Come quickly and help!"
"Ni Luya! Ni Luya is still alive! Someone, please help me!"
"They're here..."
Because of the dissipation of Wu You's luminous will projection, the Tuscanys no longer needed to expend their lives, which is why a small portion of them managed to survive.
Surprisingly, Ni Luya, a girl who was considered frail even in the slender Tuscany, also survived.
Logically speaking, she should have been the one most severely depleted, and she should have been exhausted long ago.
But Ni Luya was not only alive, but in better condition than all the Tuscans on the prayer platform, with some visible stardust in her silver eyes.
Ni Luya could feel that something peculiar had appeared in her blood.
Not long after, Ni Luya walked toward the outer wall of the defense, supported by two female Tuscans.
Along the way, all the Tuscans made way for each other to the left and right.
They paid their respects to the girl who had once been considered crazy.
"Ni Luya is here!"
On the wall, the Castanics who were gazing outside turned their heads and made way for the girl to walk to the front.
Others were on the sidelines watching over the girl so that they could rescue her in time if she fell.
Once the commotion on the wall subsided, everyone looked out into the distance together once more.
"Where are the Wild Beast Clan? They weren't here just now..."
The reason a Tuscan asked this question was because the entire plain was now a vast expanse of white, crystalline white, and not a single beastman could be seen.
He came with Ni Luya, and for a part of the journey, they were on the ground inside the city and couldn't see outside.
An elderly Tuscan from the wall answered his question.
"Not a single beastman is missing; they remain in the same spot, unable to leave..."
The ground level of the entire Hope Plain has risen by 2.5 meters.
In some icy corners, a small section of a crimson stone pillar or wooden stick protrudes from its short tip.
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