I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 47: The March Far North

Midnight blanketed the Scourgelands. The air was entirely still.

Inside the heavy canvas command tent, Lucifer stood over the wooden table. The restored Celestial Chart of Zephyria sat in the center. The silver runes carved into the smooth stone pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow.

Elara stood by the entrance flap, her golden eyes watching the dark courtyard outside. Sarah sat on a stool nearby, her starlight aura providing the only illumination in the room.

Sarah had found the geographical coordinates. She had pointed them toward the Northern Glaciers. But the tablet held a deeper secret.

In his past life, Lucifer had watched the top scholars of the Royal Academy spend a decade trying to crack the cipher on this exact stone.

They believed it was a map to a hidden armory. They died when the Abyss invaded, never unlocking its true potential.

Lucifer was not a scholar. He was a regressor with the memories of a ruined world.

"The coordinates are only the outer shell of the magic," Lucifer said. His voice was a low, steady rumble.

He placed his bare hands on the cold stone. He pressed his thumbs against four specific, seemingly random silver constellations carved into the borders of the map.

The sequence was exact. Top left, bottom right, center, top right.

Click.

A sharp sound echoed from deep inside the solid stone.

The silver runes flared to a blinding intensity. A beam of pure, crystalline blue light shot straight up from the tablet, hitting the canvas ceiling of the tent.

The light expanded, forming a massive, highly detailed, three-dimensional hologram that filled the entire space.

[System: Precursor Cipher Bypassed.]

[Relic Decoded: Zephyria Class Sky-Fortress.]

[Displaying Architectural Blueprints...]

Elara gasped. She stepped away from the tent flap, her eyes wide as she stared at the glowing blue projection.

Sarah stood up, leaning heavily on her Scepter of Cosmic Alignment.

It was not a map of an island. It was a machine.

The hologram displayed a colossal landmass of rock and dark metal. Towering spires lined the upper surface, heavily fortified with defensive walls and magical batteries.

But the bottom of the landmass was entirely unnatural.

Huge, connected magitech thrusters, each as big as a mountain, were built into the bedrock. A network of glowing energy lines linked them to a central, round core deep inside the fortress.

"What is that?" Sarah whispered. She reached out, her pale fingers passing harmlessly through the blue light of the thrusters. "It has no foundations. It is not attached to the earth."

"Because it doesn’t belong on the earth," Lucifer stated smoothly.

"It belongs in the clouds. Zephyria is a Floating Sky-Fortress. It was built by the Precursor Civilization thousands of years ago."

Elara studied the huge defensive rings shown in the hologram. As a commander, she instantly understood how powerful and dangerous the structure was.

"A mobile capital," Elara said. Her voice carried a fierce, predatory edge. "It ignores terrain. It ignores ground-based siege engines. It ignores borders."

"Exactly," Lucifer confirmed. He crossed his arms over his dark breastplate. "The King’s Coalition has millions of conscripts.

When the Abyss finally opens its main rifts, it will unleash endless hordes of demons. If we stay on the ground, we are fighting a war of attrition.

We will be forced to defend static walls. And static walls always break."

Lucifer pointed to the glowing blue hologram.

"If we take the sky, we dictate the battlefield," Lucifer continued. "We can project absolute power anywhere on the continent.

We can drop the Aether-Steel Dragoons directly into enemy command camps. We will turn the Citadel of Obsidian into a flying city."

Sarah stared at the central, spherical core of the hologram.

"To lift a mountain of stone and steel..." Sarah murmured, shaking her head. "The mana required is incomprehensible. A standard mana crystal array would drain in seconds."

"That is why we need the original engine," Lucifer said. He tapped the glowing sphere in the center of the projection.

"The Void-Core Reactor. It is a perpetual energy source. The tablet indicates the reactor and the master control codes are locked in the heart of the Cryo-Sanctum."

Lucifer swiped his hand through the hologram. The projection shifted, shrinking the fortress and replacing it with a topographical map of the northern continent.

A red marker pulsed furiously in the center of a massive, frozen wasteland.

"The Northern Glaciers," Lucifer said. "The temperature there does not just cause frostbite. It is a magical curse. Absolute Zero. It drains vitality directly from the soul. Humans freeze to death in hours."

He opened his system interface to review his active buffs.

[Status Check: Grand Army Buffs.]

[Aura: Sovereign’s Weight (Active)]

[Blessing: Starweaver’s Celestial Regeneration (Active in Darkness)]

"The Aether-Steel Dragoons are machines. They are immune to the cold," Lucifer noted, processing the logistics rapidly.

"The Arch-Seraphs generate innate holy heat. Their presence will shield the Star-Kissed Elves from the environmental drain.

My Void core nullifies temperature effects."

Elara gripped her silver spear. "Then the weather is not a threat. We march north and we break the ice."

"We break whoever gets in our way," Lucifer corrected her. He closed the interface and stored the tablet back into his Dimensional Vault.

The blue hologram vanished, plunging the tent back into the soft glow of Sarah’s starlight.

"Rest," Lucifer commanded. "We break camp at dawn."

Hours later, the sun crept over the eastern ridge of the Scourgelands.

The massive encampment was already packing up. The ten thousand Awakened mercenaries had loaded their wagons with the looted gold and weapons from the undead outposts.

They formed a long, chaotic column facing south, eager to return to the capital and spend their newfound wealth.

Lucifer sat on his Nightmare Steed. He watched them form up.

Lady Scarlett rode her massive gray dire wolf to the front of the mercenary column. The Crimson Rose commander stopped her mount and turned back to face Lucifer.

She did not ask for a blessing. Scarlett drew one of her curved swords and raised it high in the air, offering the Warlord a crisp, silent salute of absolute respect.

Lucifer gave a single nod.

Scarlett turned her dire wolf and barked an order. The ten thousand mercenaries marched south, leaving a massive cloud of dust in their wake.

They took their gold, but they left twenty percent of their Fate Energy permanently bound to Lucifer’s core. It was a flawless transaction.

Lucifer turned his Nightmare Steed to the north.

His elite army was waiting. Five thousand Aether-Steel Dragoons hovered in perfect, black-armored blocks.

Five hundred Radiant Arch-Seraphs stood with their golden wings folded tightly.

Two thousand Star-Kissed Elves waited silently, bows slung across their backs.

It was a compact, highly lethal strike force.

"Advance," Lucifer ordered.

The magitech of the Dragoons flared white-hot. The army moved forward, leaving the black ash of the Scourgelands behind.

The march far north was brutal and fast. Lucifer set a relentless pace. The Dragoons did not require rest, and the Arch-Seraphs did not fatigue.

By midday, the landscape began to change violently. The dead, cracked earth gave way to frozen, rocky tundra.

The temperature plummeted. A harsh, biting wind swept down from the jagged, white mountain peaks looming on the horizon.

Thick banks of snow covered the ground. The sky turned a pale, blinding white.

[System Warning: Entering Hostile Environment - The Frozen Wastes.]

[Hazard: Absolute Zero Curse Detected.]

[Effect: Severe Health Drain applied to all non-resistant units.]

The biting wind hit the marching column.

Lucifer felt the sharp wind strike his dark armor, but his Void Arcanist core absorbed the cold at once, making him completely immune to the freezing effect.

"Contact!" Elara shouted from the left flank.

The Fallen Valkyrie pointed her silver spear toward a massive snowbank three hundred yards away.

The snowbank exploded.

Dozens of towering, hulking figures burst out of the ice. They were Glacial Trolls. They stood fifteen feet tall, covered in thick, matted white fur and jagged ice-armor. They carried massive clubs carved from solid bedrock.

[System: Hostile Ambush Detected!]

[Enemy: Glacial Trolls (Level 35 - Brutes)]

The trolls roared, their breath freezing into solid clouds of ice.

They charged blindly toward the flank of the Dragoons, raising their heavy stone clubs to smash the machines.

"Clear them," Lucifer stated calmly.

The outer rank of Aether-Steel Dragoons responded instantly. They simply rotated their upper torsos ninety degrees to face the charging trolls.

A synchronized, high whine echoed through the freezing air.

Fifty heavy aether-cannons fired simultaneously.

A blinding wall of volatile blue energy ripped across the snowfield. The blasts slammed into the Glacial Trolls.

The intense heat and kinetic force of the aether-rounds completely overpowered the trolls’ natural ice armor.

The massive beasts were vaporized mid-stride. Fur, rock, and frozen blood exploded into a cloud of steaming red mist. The stone clubs fell harmlessly into the melting snow.

The entire ambush was eradicated in two seconds.

[Hostiles Eliminated.]

The Dragoons rotated their torsos forward and continued their silent, hovering march.

They did not break formation. They were flawless, emotionless executioners.

Elara lowered her spear. She looked at the steaming craters left by the aether-cannons.

"The cold does not slow the machines," Elara noted, her golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Nothing slows them," Lucifer replied.

He looked ahead. The tundra suddenly ended, meeting a massive wall of solid blue ice that stretched for miles in both directions. It was the outer edge of the Cryo-Sanctum.

A massive, arched tunnel was carved directly into the glacier. The entrance was pitch black, leading deep beneath the ice mountains.

Lucifer spurred his Nightmare Steed forward.

"Keep the formation tight," Lucifer ordered, his voice echoing off the massive walls of ice. "We are going underground."

The Grand Army marched into the dark, entering the frozen tomb of the sleeping Sovereign.