Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 104 Judgment Day

Chapter 103 Judgment Day (Part 1)

The muzzles of the Tower of Babel were still emitting lingering smoke.

Lorraine stood on the observation platform in the Titan Forge area, overlooking the ruins of Frostwolf City's inner fortress.

The magic-suppressing and spirit-binding array went silent. The countess's terrified and distorted face flashed briefly in the communication crystal before the signal was lost.

"Young master, there are still armed forces gathering inside the city," Anna's voice came from behind, pale flames dancing on her fingertips. "On the west side of the inner fortress, about thirty knights are regrouping. Two ballistae have been mounted on the church bell tower on the east side."

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"ohm."

"Roger that." Ohm's voice carried a hint of excitement as all twelve heavy turrets simultaneously turned around, their barrels emitting a deep hum.

Lorraine held up two fingers.

Two rounds of shots fired simultaneously.

The artillery fire shattered the last vestiges of resistance in Frostwolf City.

The western flank of knights was overturned, armor fragments and broken lances scattered everywhere. The eastern bell tower snapped in two, and the ballistae, along with the soldiers operating them, fell into the rubble.

"Is there anything else?" Lorraine asked.

Ohm was silent for two seconds.

"Scan complete. All organized armed forces within the city have been eliminated. The remaining ones are only some civilians carrying kitchen knives and wooden sticks, presumably a spontaneously organized civil defense force."

"Ignore them."

Lorraine turned around and took out the witch's secret book that only he could see from his bosom.

The heavy pages turned automatically, and golden words flowed out like water. Lorraine's finger hovered above the pages, and he poured his mental energy into them.

Give me a law code.

He silently recited in his mind, "A complete and enforceable set of measures for the current situation in Frostwolf City. Covering all conceivable crimes, including treason, murder of a lord's bloodline, disregard for human life, enslavement of civilians, and embezzlement of land taxes, with all sentencing standards, leaving no one out."

The pages of the secret manual flipped rapidly.

Ten seconds later, a complete legal code appeared before Lorraine's eyes. The articles were clear, the sentences precise, and even the methods of execution were clearly marked. Lorraine quickly scanned it, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"That's enough."

He then entered a second question.

"Whose sins are the deepest in this city? Give me a list of those sentenced to death according to this code."

Include their current location.

The tome was turned again, this time at a faster pace. Countless names and coordinates appeared, and Lorraine read through them page by page, his expression gradually shifting from calm to amusement.

"interesting."

Anna stood beside him, unable to see the contents of the secret manual, but she noticed the meaningful curve of Lorraine's lips.

"Young Master?"

Lorraine closed the secret manual and turned to Anna. The afterglow of the gunfire shone on his face, creating a play of light and shadow.

"Anna, I have a task for you."

"Whatever your command."

"I have a list of people who are the most heinous scoundrels in this city. Some have killed people, some have sold people, and some have kept living people as livestock in cellars."

Lorraine's tone was flat, as if he were reading a shopping list, "The law has already determined their sentences, death penalty."

Anna's eyes remained expressionless.

She experienced being treated like livestock.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Targeted elimination," Lorraine said. "I'll give you the coordinates, you use Pale Fire to strike from a distance. Leave no one alive."

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Anna nodded, and the pale flames spread from her palms to her entire arm, the firelight reflecting a cold white in her pupils.

Lorraine began reporting the coordinates.

"In the northeast corner of the inner fortress, in the basement, there are two people. One is the former city defense officer who embezzled military pay, resulting in the deaths of three hundred soldiers from the cold during the snow season. The other is his deputy, who helped them divide the spoils."

Anna raised her hand.

Two pale white streaks of fire shot from her fingertips, pierced through the railing of the observation platform, cut through the hazy sky, and precisely entered a building in the northeast corner of the inner fortress.

The instant the fire penetrated the wall, two short, muffled thuds echoed from inside the building, followed by silence without any screams. The pale fire was too hot; so hot that the nerve endings didn't have time to transmit pain signals before a person was reduced to ashes.

"Next," Anna said.

"The house at the end of the commercial street, on the third floor. Human traffickers, who trafficked more than two hundred women and children over twelve years."

Another white line flew out.

"Warehouse number seven in the dockside warehouse area. Smugglers transported banned drugs to the North, the kind laced with slow-acting toxins. Countless people have died there."

White line.

A muffled thud.

silence.

Lorraine recited the coordinates one by one, speaking at a moderate pace, as if checking accounts.

Anna's pale flames shot out one after another with terrifying precision. Each line of fire pierced through the walls and entered the room, burning only those who needed to be burned, without harming the innocent.

Ohm observed silently from the side, her data vision tracking the trajectory and landing point of each line of fire.

"The accuracy error is no more than three centimeters," Ohm said in a low voice, his tone filled with technical admiration.

Lorraine continued reading the list.

He paused when he read out the fiftieth name.

It wasn't because of hesitation, but because he had discovered a very interesting pattern.

Anna's Pale Flame had already fired nearly fifty shots.

Lorraine turned his head and looked in the direction where the fire lines disappeared, his brows gradually furrowing.

"Strange," he muttered.

Anna withdrew her hand and turned to look at him.

"What's wrong, young master?"

Lorraine pointed to the southwest of Frostwolf City. There stood a tall stone building, its spire adorned with a sacred emblem symbolizing light and redemption—the main church of Frostwolf City.

"Count how many of the fireballs you just shot out flew in that direction."

Anna paused for a moment, then recalled for a few seconds.

"About 80%?"

"Yes." Lorraine's lips twitched. "Fifty pale flames, forty of which flew towards the church. And over there..."

He then pointed to the Alchemists' Association tower in the east of the city.

"The Alchemist Association, a notorious den of vampires, which everyone in the city curses when they mention it, only flew over three times."

Anna paused for a moment.

"Are the people of the church more sinful than those vampires from the Alchemists' Guild?"

"Much heavier."

Lorraine flipped through the secret book again, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "The list is mostly filled with people connected to the church, and they use all sorts of tricks—embezzling disaster relief supplies, forcing the widows of fallen soldiers to sign indentures, setting up private torture chambers to torture heretics—"

"The most outrageous case involved raising over a dozen children in the church's basement, specifically to serve as sacrifices in 'purification rituals' for high-ranking priests."

Anna's expression remained calm, but the pale fire at her fingertips burned even brighter.

"Shall we continue?" she asked.

"continue."

Lorraine continued reporting the coordinates. There were still over forty names on the remaining list, which Anna executed without missing a single one. The final pale flame shot deep into the church's main hall, piercing three layers of stone walls and reducing the archbishop hidden in the secret chamber to ashes.

Lorraine took a deep breath and closed the secret manual.

"Everyone on the list has been eliminated." Anna withdrew the flames from her arm and turned to Lorraine.

Then she asked a question.

"Young master, where is the Countess?"

Lorraine did not answer immediately.

"The Countess, and the family members around her who were involved in the plot," Anna said calmly. "Aren't they on the list?"

"exist."

"Should we just kill them outright?"

Lorraine smiled.

It wasn't a sneer, but a confident laugh with a hint of mischievousness.

"No rush," he said. "Let's spare these people's lives for now."

Anna blinked.

"I have a better way to handle this." Lorraine's gaze swept past the ruins of the city walls and landed in a certain direction deep within the inner fortress. "It's much more interesting than burning them to death."

Anna didn't ask any further questions.

If the young master says he has a way, then he definitely does.

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