My Anime Shopping Tree & My Cold Prodigy Wife!-Episode-846
Chapter : 1691
She looked at the town around them. She looked at the workshops where men pounded steel. She looked at the houses where families were hiding. She looked at the clock tower that marked the time of his empire.
This was his world. This was what he cared about. He built things. He loved order. He loved systems. He loved logic.
"You like to build," she said, a cruel, jagged smile twisting her black lips. "You think you can fix everything with a hammer and a blueprint. But you cannot fix this."
She clenched her fists. "Let's see what you can build from ash and ice."
The black cyclone above her touched down. It didn't spin like a normal tornado; it expanded like a shockwave.
A wall of black ice, ten feet high and moving at the speed of a runaway train, erupted from her position in all directions. It wasn't just cold air; it was physical matter. It tore up the cobblestones of the square. It smashed through the wooden market stalls, turning sturdy oak beams into splinters and canvas tents into frozen dust.
Lloyd reacted instantly.
His mind, honed by decades of war, processed the threat in a microsecond.
Threat Level: Sovereign-High. Attack Type: Omnidirectional Area of Effect. Priority: Containment.
He didn't attack her. He couldn't. Not yet. If he attacked her now, while her mana was spiking, the backlash would level the entire district. He had to defend.
Atlas! he roared in the silence of his mind.
He reached deep into his Soul Core, bypassing the fire of Iffrit and the speed of the Fang Fairy. He grabbed hold of the heavy, grinding essence of the Colossus Spirit.
He didn't manifest the giant form yet; there was no time for the full transformation. Instead, he channeled the spirit's primary attribute—Immovable Object—into his own human body. He stomped his right foot onto the ground.
Steel Blood: Fortress Wall.
The ground in front of him exploded. A semi-circular barrier of thick, gleaming steel chains erupted from the earth. These weren't normal chains; they were massive links of magical alloy, as thick as tree trunks, woven together instantly into a dense, impenetrable net.
The black ice slammed into the steel wall with the sound of a thunderclap.
BOOM.
The impact was deafening. It sounded like a mountain falling into the ocean. The steel chains groaned under the pressure. Frost spread instantly across the metal, turning the gleaming silver into a dull, corroded grey. The steel hissed as the corrupt ice touched it, the metal becoming brittle and cracking under the supernatural cold.
Lloyd gritted his teeth, feeling the impact rattle his bones. He stood behind the wall, his boots sliding backward through the dirt as he braced against the force.
Her power had spiked. This wasn't just the Sovereign-level ice she had used against the demons. It was infused with the chaotic, destructive weight of her madness. It was heavier. It was sharper. It felt like the weight of the entire ocean pressing down on him.
"Rosa!" he shouted over the roar of the wind, his voice amplified by his Void mana. "Look at what you are doing! These are innocent people! These are your subjects! You are a Queen!"
"Innocent?" Rosa laughed.
The sound reverberated through the ground, vibrating up through the soles of Lloyd’s boots. She levitated off the ground, buoyed by the storm. She rose ten feet, then twenty feet, looking down at him like a dark goddess judging a sinner.
"There are no innocents!" she screamed, her voice cracking with hysteria. "Everyone lies! Everyone betrays! Mina was innocent! You were innocent! And look at you now! Look at what you did!"
She raised a hand. The storm around her responded to her will. The shards of black ice swirling in the air halted. They stopped spinning. They turned, all at once, to point at him.
Thousands of them. A legion of floating daggers, each one capable of piercing plate armor.
"You wanted to protect her?" she yelled, tears of black sludge leaking from her eyes. "You wanted to protect the future? Then protect this!"
She swept her hand forward.
The storm of shards descended.
Lloyd realized too late that this was not a conversation anymore. It wasn't a domestic dispute. It wasn't an argument between a husband and a wife that could be solved with words or apologies.
It was a battle for survival.
The woman floating above him wasn't Rosa. She was a natural disaster with a target lock.
Chapter : 1692
He saw the wave of black shards coming. They were vibrating, humming with a lethal frequency. They blotted out the sun, casting a shadow of death over the square.
He abandoned the static defense. He couldn't block that much mass without exhausting his Void reserves in seconds. The Fortress Wall was already crumbling, shattering into frozen dust. If he stayed still, he would be turned into a pincushion.
He needed speed.
Fang Fairy!
He initiated a partial merge. Ethereal wolf ears sprouted from his head, and arcs of silver lightning began to crackle around his limbs. The world slowed down. The falling ice shards seemed to hang in the air, moving like molasses.
He moved.
He became a blur of azure light. He didn't run away; he ran interference.
He saw a massive shard of ice heading for a group of workers who were cowering in an alleyway, unable to reach shelter. He intercepted it. He appeared in front of them, his hand coated in lightning, and shattered the ice with a backhand strike.
Crack!
He saw a cluster of daggers aiming for a fuel tank near the blacksmith’s workshop. If that tank ruptured, the explosion would kill dozens. He sprinted, moving faster than the eye could follow. He kicked a sheet of scrap metal into the path of the daggers, deflecting them into the stone wall.
Clang!
He was everywhere at once. He was a lightning rod drawing the fire of the storm. He wasn't fighting to win; he was fighting to save the town from his wife.
"Fight me!" Rosa screamed, frustrated by his evasion.
She couldn't see him clearly. He was just a streak of blue light zipping around the square. She didn't want to hunt a ghost; she wanted to break a man. She wanted him to stand still and face her. She wanted him to feel the pain she was feeling.
"Stop running!" she shrieked. "You always run! You run to your work! You run to the north! You run to her!"
She slammed her hands together again.
The black ice on the ground surged upward. It didn't form spikes this time; it formed massive, jagged tentacles. They looked like the limbs of a kraken made of obsidian. They lashed out, thrashing through the streets, smashing buildings, trying to snare him, to crush him, to pin him down.
Lloyd dodged a tentacle that pulverized a stone fountain. Water sprayed into the air and froze instantly, creating a sculpture of chaos.
He landed on a rooftop, panting. His chest heaved. The partial merge with the Fang Fairy was draining his stamina rapidly, and the extreme cold was sapping his body heat. Frost was forming on his eyelashes. His fingers were numb.
He looked at her. She was hovering in the center of the square, a queen of ruin. The storm swirled around her, feeding her, protecting her.
He knew he couldn't talk her down. Her logic center was gone, drowned in the corruption of her mana. He had to incapacitate her. He had to knock her out cold before she leveled the entire town or, worse, burned out her own life force and died from magical exhaustion.
But how?
She was a Sovereign. Her defensive aura was absolute zero. If he got close enough to punch her, he would freeze before his fist connected. If he used his fire spirit, Iffrit, the thermal shock of fire meeting that level of ice would cause a steam explosion that would wipe Serrum Town off the map and kill everyone within a mile.
He needed a precision strike. He needed to get past her guard. He needed to be heavy enough to break through the wind, but fast enough to hit her.
"Fine," Lloyd whispered, his eyes turning cold. The golden light in his pupils sharpened. "You want a fight? You want me to stop running? I'll give you a fight."
He stood up straight on the roof. He dismissed the partial merge with Fang Fairy. The lightning faded. The wolf ears vanished.
He needed something heavier. Something that could withstand the cold. Something that could walk through a blizzard and not flinch.
He reached into his soul, past the lightning, past the fire. He reached down into the deepest, heaviest part of his power. He reached for the earth.
Atlas. Full Merge.
The air around him distorted. Gravity seemed to bend.
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Episode-846
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