I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 58: The Purge

"Unleash the swarm, Matriarch. Clear the dungeon," Lucifer commanded.

Isolde did not hesitate. The Winter Sovereign’s eyes burned with white fire. She turned to the five thousand baby Glacial Wyrms swarming the hatchery floor.

The five thousand tiny, white-scaled dragons froze. They looked up at their Matriarch, their icy blue eyes snapping with sudden focus.

The innocent, chirping sounds vanished entirely.

A collective, high-pitched hiss filled the massive vault.

The swarm moved.

Lucifer walked calmly out of the hatchery, his heavy boots crunching on the frost. Elara and Sarah flanked him.

They stepped onto the wide, frozen avenue of the Silent Kingdom.

The Aether-Steel Dragoons and the Radiant Arch-Seraphs had held the perimeter perfectly while Lucifer was inside the Throne Room.

But the ambient noise of the city had changed. The shrieks of the remaining Glacial Hollows echoed off the sapphire ruins.

Thousands of the pitch-black, cursed citizens were crawling over the shattered rooftops and crystal spires, drawn by the massive surge of draconic mana from the hatching event.

"They are surrounding the plaza," Elara warned. She raised her silver shield. The Fallen Valkyrie looked at the massive wave of black slush monsters gathering on the frozen buildings.

"Let them gather," Lucifer said.

He watched the white swarm pour into the street.

The baby Glacial Wyrms hit the front line of the Glacial Hollows.

The Hollows were Level 40 monsters, completely corrupted by the Absolute Zero curse.

The baby Wyrms were technically Level 1, having just hatched. But the Wyrms were Royal Dragons, injected with a 10,000x multiplied dose of pure cosmic vitality.

Their physical density and magical output were monstrously out of proportion for their size.

A towering, black-fleshed Hollow leaped from a frozen balcony, aiming its razor-sharp icicle claws at the leading edge of the swarm.

A dozen baby Wyrms didn’t even break their stride. They lunged upward simultaneously.

Their tiny jaws snapped shut with the force of steel traps. They latched onto the Hollow’s arms, legs, and throat.

The monster shrieked, but the Wyrms’ teeth were diamond-hard. They simply tore the cursed flesh apart.

The Hollow was ripped into pieces before it hit the ground. The baby dragons greedily swallowed the chunks of black, corrupted ice, their metabolisms instantly converting the dark magic into rapid physical growth.

[System: Experience Gain Detected.]

[Unit: Glacial Wyrm (Level 1 -> Level 5)]

The swarm did not stop. They flowed down the wide avenue like a pack of starving piranhas.

They swarmed the ruined buildings, easily scaling the sheer ice walls with their sharp claws. They dragged the shrieking Hollows out of the shadows, ripping them apart in frenzied, bloody clusters.

The air filled with the sound of snapping ice and tearing flesh.

Every time a Wyrm consumed a piece of a Level 40 monster, its white scales thickened. Its muscles expanded.

By the time the swarm reached the center of the city, the dog-sized dragons had doubled in size, growing as large as warhorses.

"They are feeding on the corruption," Sarah observed. The Star-Touched Oracle gripped her Scepter of Cosmic Alignment, watching the brutal feeding frenzy.

"It is not poisoning them. It is accelerating their evolution."

"They are immune to cold magic," Lucifer stated smoothly. "The Hollows are made of nothing but frozen dark mana. It’s just calories to them."

Lucifer walked down the avenue, following the trail of destruction. The Dragoons and the Arch-Seraphs marched behind him in perfect formation, completely ignoring the chaotic slaughter happening on the rooftops above them.

The swarm of rapidly growing Wyrms cleared the side streets and alleyways, leaving nothing behind but scattered black slush.

They reached the massive central plaza of the Silent Kingdom.

The plaza was a vast, open expanse of perfectly smooth, flawless blue ice. In the center of the square stood a colossal, frozen fountain.

The fountain was not made of water. It was a massive, fifty-foot-tall construct of shifting ice.

As the Wyrm swarm poured into the plaza, the fountain groaned loudly. The ice cracked and rearranged itself.

Thick, blocky legs formed. Massive, heavy arms ending in crushing hammers of solid frost slammed into the ground. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

A smooth, faceless head of pale blue ice turned toward the approaching dragons.

[System Warning: Boss Encounter Initiated!]

[Entity: Ice Golem King (Level 50 - Zone Boss)]

[Status: Awakened.]

The Ice Golem King roared.

The boss raised its massive arms. A wave of pure, absolute cold erupted from its body, flash-freezing the air across the entire plaza.

Dozens of sharp, jagged ice-spikes shot out of the ground, attempting to impale the swarming Wyrms.

The baby dragons simply slithered between the spikes, completely unfazed by the drop in temperature.

They surrounded the massive boss in a sea of white scales.

The Golem King slammed its hammer-fists into the ground, crushing several Wyrms under the sheer physical weight of the blow.

The Warlord’s multiplied vitality kept them alive, but they were thrown backward, their diamond scales cracking under the Level 50 impact.

"It’s too heavily armored," Elara yelled over the grinding ice. She spurred her Nightmare Steed forward.

"Isolde!" Lucifer barked, his eyes locked on the boss.

The Winter Sovereign stood a few feet away, watching her brood get battered by the Golem King. Her eyes flared with anger.

She didn’t need further instruction.

Isolde inhaled sharply. She opened her mouth and let out a terrifying, high-pitched draconic roar.

The command echoed across the plaza.

The five thousand Glacial Wyrms immediately stopped trying to bite the Golem King.

They scrambled backward, forming a massive, circular ring around the towering boss.

They opened their mouths simultaneously.

The air inside the plaza violently compressed.

Five thousand streams of liquid frostfire erupted from the Wyrms. It was five thousand concentrated blasts of absolute zero magic hitting a single target at exactly the same time.

The blinding blue breath attacks slammed into the Ice Golem King from every direction.

The boss staggered. The Golem King was a creature of ice, but it was not a Royal Dragon. It was a magical construct, and it had a thermal breaking point.

The sheer volume of absolute zero magic hitting the Golem King overloaded its core. The fifty-foot-tall construct began to freeze from the outside in.

Its massive, shifting ice joints locked completely solid. Its hammer-arms froze mid-swing. The glowing blue light inside its faceless head sputtered and died.

The Golem King was completely encased in a second, thicker layer of unbreakable frostfire ice.

It stood paralyzed in the center of the plaza, a massive statue trapped by its own element.

Lucifer didn’t wait anymore second.

He activated Zephyr’s Grace.

He crossed the plaza in a flash, entirely ignoring the five thousand dragons surrounding the boss.

He vaulted off the back of a large Wyrm, launching himself fifty feet into the air.

He appeared directly in front of the paralyzed Golem King’s faceless head.

Lucifer drew his longsword. The Carnage Core flared, flooding the blade with blinding, ruby-red True Damage. He channeled his Void Arcanist magic into his left gauntlet.

"Gravity Crush," Lucifer whispered.

He didn’t crush the boss. He created a microscopic singularity directly on the tip of his red-glowing sword, exponentially increasing the mass and kinetic force of the blade.

Lucifer swung the impossibly heavy, unblockable weapon horizontally.

CRACK.

The True Damage sliced cleanly through the absolute zero ice. The massive, solid head of the Golem King was cleanly severed from its shoulders.

The body of the boss instantly lost all magical cohesion.

Without its core, the fifty-foot construct of solid ice exploded outward, the True Damage and the Void magic pulverized the entire structure into a million tiny, harmless pieces of blue hail that rained down over the plaza.

[Boss Eliminated: Ice Golem King (Level 50)]

[Experience Gain Suspended: Mortal Level Cap Reached.]

Lucifer landed heavily on the cracked ice floor, his boots absorbing the impact. The Carnage Core pulsed, drinking in the massive death energy of the Zone Boss.

He sheathed his longsword.

The five thousand Glacial Wyrms immediately swarmed the shattered remains of the Golem King.

They greedily devoured the high-density magical ice fragments, their bodies rapidly absorbing the Level 50 core energy.

"They are gorging on boss-tier mana," Sarah observed, her starlight eyes wide as she watched the dragons grow.

Right before Lucifer’s eyes, the Wyrms expanded. Their white scales thickened into heavy, interlocking diamond plates.

Their legs grew longer and more muscular. Massive, jagged spikes erupted along their spines.

Most importantly, thick, bat-like wings tore through the scales on their backs, unfurling with a sharp, leathery snap.

They were no longer dog-sized hatchlings. They were the size of heavy warhorses. They were sub-adults, fully capable of sustained flight and heavy combat.

Isolde walked into the center of the plaza. The Winter Sovereign looked at her rapidly maturing brood. She smiled, a terrifying expression of draconic pride.

"They are ready to fly, Warlord," Isolde announced, her voice ringing clear over the crunching of ice. "They are the Crown-Tier Legion."

"Excellent," Lucifer said smoothly.

He turned away from the feeding frenzy and looked at the spot where the Golem King had originally stood.

In the center of the shattered ice fountain sat a massive, glowing silver chest. The boss loot.

Lucifer walked over to the chest. The heavy, runic iron lock was completely frozen solid.

He tapped into his Void Arcanist magic, pushing a tiny pulse of localized gravity into the lock mechanism.

The metal shattered instantly, snapping under the intense pressure.

Lucifer kicked the heavy lid open.

A wave of pure, blue magical light spilled out of the chest.

Inside the chest sat a single, thick stack of ancient, glowing vellum blueprints.

[Loot Acquired: Cryo-Pylon Schematics]

[Tier: Legendary Defense Towers]

[Description: Automated, high-tier magical artillery. Emits absolute zero pulses, freezing hostile targets within a 5-mile radius. Requires high-grade mana cores to construct.]

Lucifer stared at the blueprints.

His eyes narrowed. He had the Void-Core Reactor. He had the Star-Metal. He had the five thousand aerial mounts.

Now, he had the perfect anti-air defense system.

"This is the final piece," Lucifer whispered, a cold, satisfied smirk touching his lips.

He reached into the chest.

[Divine Talent: Apex Multiplier Activated!]

[Applying 10,000x multiplier to Loot Yield...]

The single stack of blueprints flashed violently. The system rapidly cloned the item, filling the massive chest to the brim with thousands of identical, glowing construction kits.

Lucifer stored the entire stack into his Dimensional Vault.

He turned around. The plaza was completely cleared of enemies.

"The dungeon is cleared," Lucifer announced, his voice carrying the absolute authority of a Tier 2 Warlord.

"The loot is secured. The army is assembled."

He walked back toward his Nightmare Steed.

"Elara. Sarah. Isolde," Lucifer commanded. He vaulted effortlessly into the saddle. "Recall the Vanguard. We are leaving the Cryo-Sanctum. We are marching back to the Citadel of Obsidian."

He looked up toward the dark, arched tunnel leading back to the surface.

"It is time to build a kingdom in the sky."