I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 59: The Fortress of Ice

The march back to the surface of the Northern Glaciers was fast.

Lucifer rode his Nightmare Steed at the head of the column. The Aether-Steel Dragoons hovered silently behind him, their blue visors tracking the icy tunnel walls.

The five hundred Radiant Arch-Seraphs maintained the Starfire Aura, their golden wings pushing back the oppressive, magical cold of the Cryo-Sanctum.

But the bulk of the army had changed.

The five thousand Glacial Wyrms no longer slithered like dogs. They were sub-adults, the size of heavy warhorses, their bodies covered in thick, diamond-hard white scales.

Their newly formed, bat-like wings beat the freezing air with massive, concussive force.

Isolde, the Winter Sovereign, walked among them. She did not ride a mount. The Dragon Queen moved with absolute, arrogant confidence, her ice-crystal gown clinking softly.

They reached the massive, arched exit of the glacier tunnel.

The blinding white light of the sun spilled into the dark. The biting, freezing wind of the surface howled, carrying fine, razor-sharp snow.

Lucifer halted his Nightmare Steed at the threshold.

He didn’t just walk out into the open. He opened his Dimensional Vault.

The dark, spatial rift tore open in the air beside him.

Lucifer reached in and pulled out a single, glowing vellum blueprint. It was one of the ten thousand Cryo-Pylon schematics he had looted from the Ice Golem King.

"We are not leaving this entrance exposed," Lucifer stated smoothly. His eyes scanned the barren, snowy landscape stretching out for miles.

"If the Crown sends an expedition to investigate the magical surges here, I want them frozen solid before they even see the tunnel."

Elara rode her Nightmare Steed up beside him. The Fallen Valkyrie looked at the glowing blueprint.

"Automated defenses," Elara noted, her golden eyes narrowing. "A smart tactical play. But you only have one engineer. King Thrain is back at the Citadel of Obsidian."

"I am a Void Arcanist," Lucifer said to her. "I manipulate physical laws. I don’t need a dwarf to build a tower if I have the blueprint and the mana."

Lucifer did not hand the schematic to a builder. He held it out in front of him.

[System: Blueprint Activated.]

[Item: Cryo-Pylon (Legendary Defense Tower)]

[Resource Requirement: 1,000 Refined Mana Crystals, 10 Tons of Solid Ice, 1 Core Catalyst.]

"System," Lucifer commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Apply the Apex Multiplier to the construction sequence.

Bypass manual labor constraints using Void Arcanist spatial manifestation."

[Divine Talent: Apex Multiplier Activated!]

[Applying 10,000x multiplier to Blueprint Output...]

[Warning: Massive Mana Drain Initiated. Archmage capacity required.]

Lucifer’s chest flared with a blinding light.

He channeled his raw, Level 50 Warlord mana directly into the glowing vellum. He didn’t just power one tower.

The Apex Multiplier replicated the construction spell ten thousand times simultaneously.

The spatial fabric outside the glacier tunnel violently distorted.

The ground shook.

"Step back!" Elara ordered the Vanguard, raising her silver shield as a blinding flash of blue light erupted from the cracked earth.

The air pressure plummeted.

Massive, towering spires of solid, flawless blue ice shot up from the ground. They did not grow slowly. They erupted like jagged teeth, reaching two hundred feet into the blinding white sky in a matter of seconds.

Ten thousand Cryo-Pylons materialized in a massive, overlapping ring around the entrance to the Cryo-Sanctum.

The towers were beautiful and terrifying. They were carved with deep, pulsing runes that glowed with absolute zero magic.

At the top of each spire sat a massive, floating crystal orb that tracked movement like a mechanical eye.

[System: Construction Complete.]

[Structure: 10,000x Cryo-Pylons (Legendary)]

[Status: Online. Targeting parameters locked to hostile/unauthorized entities.]

Lucifer lowered his hand. The glowing blueprint in his gauntlet dissolved into blue ash. He exhaled a cloud of freezing breath, feeling the massive, temporary dip in his mana reserves.

His Archmage-level regeneration instantly began refilling his core.

Sarah rode her white mare out of the tunnel, her eyes wide as she stared at the forest of towering ice spires.

"You built an impenetrable fortress ring in three seconds," Sarah whispered in awe. She leaned on her Scepter of Cosmic Alignment, feeling the intense, magical cold radiating from the towers.

"The absolute zero pulses... they will overlap. Any army marching within five miles of this entrance will simply stop moving. Their blood will turn to solid ice."

"That is the point," Lucifer said coldly.

He spurred his Nightmare Steed, riding out of the tunnel and onto the tundra. The massive ice towers loomed over him, their glowing crystal orbs silent and still.

"This is our fallback point," Lucifer explained to his commanders. "If the Citadel of Obsidian falls before we can lift it into the sky, we retreat here. The Royal Army cannot break a ten-thousand-tower siege line."

Isolde walked out of the tunnel, followed closely by her five thousand Wyrms.

The Winter Sovereign looked at the Cryo-Pylons. She crossed her arms over her ice-crystal gown, a rare look of genuine respect crossing her pale face.

"You do not fight like a mortal king," Isolde noted, her reptilian white eyes fixed on the glowing runes. "You fight like a paranoid god. You leave nothing to chance."

"I leave nothing alive," Lucifer corrected her.

He turned his Nightmare Steed toward the south. The long, brutal march back to the Scourgelands and the human borders awaited them.

"Dragoons, form the vanguard," Lucifer ordered. "Arch-Seraphs, secure the flanks. Isolde, keep your brood in the center of the column.

They are too big to hide, but I do not want them spotted by Royal scouts until we reach the Citadel."

The Grand Army fell into formation instantly. The Aether-Steel Dragoons hovered to the front, their blue visors cutting through the blinding snow.

The Radiant Arch-Seraphs marched on the edges, their golden wings folded but ready.

The five thousand Glacial Wyrms formed a dense, shifting mass of white scales and leathery wings in the center.

Lucifer rode at the head of the column.

The journey south was a stark contrast to the march north. The army was heavier, louder, and infinitely more dangerous.

They crossed the Frozen Wastes in two days, moving with the relentless, tireless pace of machines and monsters.

The blinding white snow slowly gave way to the black ash of the Scourgelands. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The temperature rose, returning to the standard, cool climate of the northern borders. The bruised-purple clouds were entirely gone, replaced by a clear, starry night sky.

Lucifer halted the army at the edge of a deep ravine overlooking the main valley.

He activated his Warlord sight. His void-swirling eyes pierced the darkness, scanning the vast plains where he had vaporized the Bone Dragon.

The Scourgelands were empty.

The massive encampment of the Awakened mercenaries was gone. Lady Scarlett had followed his orders perfectly.

The ten thousand fighters had packed their loot and marched back to the capital, leaving the purified land silent and abandoned.

"The perimeter is clear," Elara reported, riding up beside him. "Lady Celeste’s scouts have not engaged any hostile forces."

"The capital is still organizing," Lucifer said. He looked toward the southern horizon, where the distant, faint glow of the human kingdoms barely registered against the night sky. "They are debating politics while we are building titans."

He used his communication mirror, connecting directly to the High Ranger.

"Commander Celeste," Lucifer called out.

"I am here, my Lord," Celeste’s voice crackled back instantly. "The Rose Company has crossed the border back into Royal territory. The Scourgelands are secured. My scouts are holding the primary choke points."

"Excellent," Lucifer said smoothly. "We are crossing the valley now. We have acquired the necessary assets from the Cryo-Sanctum. We are returning to the Citadel of Obsidian."

"Understood, Warlord. We will maintain the watch," Celeste confirmed.

Lucifer cut the connection. He turned to Isolde.

The Dragon Queen stood among her massive brood, her white hair blowing in the night wind. She looked at Lucifer, waiting for her orders.

"The cold is gone," Lucifer noted. "Your Wyrms are restless. They have been walking for days. It is time to test their wings."

Isolde’s eyes flared with sudden excitement. A fierce smile broke across her pale face.

"They are ready, Warlord," Isolde declared.

She did not wait for a second command. The Winter Sovereign turned to the five thousand sub-adult Glacial Wyrms.

She raised her arms and let out a deafening, high-pitched, draconic screech that echoed violently across the dark valley.

The response was instantaneous.

Five thousand massive, bat-like wings snapped open. The sound was like a hurricane tearing through a forest. The Wyrms roared, a terrifying chorus of freezing, primal fury.

They did not leap. They launched.

The ground beneath them shattered as five thousand dragons pushed off the black ash simultaneously.

The sheer kinetic force of their takeoff created a massive dust storm, momentarily blinding the Dragoons and the Arch-Seraphs.

Lucifer sat perfectly still on his Nightmare Steed, unaffected by the turbulence. He looked up.

The night sky was suddenly blotted out.

A massive, shifting cloud of white scales and leathery wings covered the stars.

The Glacial Wyrms caught the high-altitude winds, their massive bodies gliding effortlessly through the dark air.

They circled the valley, letting out joyous, terrifying screeches as they finally tasted the open sky.

Isolde did not remain on the ground.

The Winter Sovereign’s ice-crystal gown shattered. Her pale human skin elongated, thickening into impenetrable, diamond-hard white scales. Her crystalline horns grew into a massive crown of solid ice.

She shifted forms.

A colossal, pure white Royal Dragon, easily the size of a castle, materialized in the center of the army. She let out a roar that physically shook the Warlord’s dark armor.

Isolde launched herself into the sky. The massive down-draft from her wings nearly knocked Elara off her mount.

The Royal Dragon joined her brood, taking the apex position at the head of the massive, swirling formation.

Lucifer watched the Crown-Tier Legion circle the valley.

He had an air force.

He didn’t just have griffons or low-level magical beasts. He had a legion of dragons commanded by an ancient Sovereign.

"They are magnificent," Sarah whispered in awe, her eyes wide as she stared up at the swirling white cloud of monsters.

"They are artillery," Lucifer corrected her coldly.

He spurred his Nightmare Steed forward, marching down into the valley. The Dragoons and the Arch-Seraphs followed.

"We march for the Citadel," Lucifer commanded. "Tomorrow, we wake the Titans. And then, we lift the mountain."