I Regressed With a 10,000x God-Tier Multiplier-Chapter 6: Reconstruction

Lucifer stood before the towering mountain of platinum chests. The red glow of the Carnage Core pulsed rhythmically at his waist.

The Warlord’s Trial demanded half a million corpses. The hundred Cryo-Vanguards standing in the courtyard were elite.

They were still not an army capable of holding a siege against the endless hordes of the Whispering Weald.

He needed infrastructure. He needed numbers.

"Commander," Lucifer called out.

The Elven leader of the Vanguards stepped forward. His ice-crystal armor chimed perfectly. "Sovereign."

"Break open the first twenty chests on the lower tier. Extract the raw building materials like the refined granite, the ironwood timber, and the Arcane Mortar," Lucifer ordered.

His eyes scanned the large empty eastern quadrant of the courtyard. "Pile them exactly thirty paces from the entrance of the main keep. Leave the spatial construction catalysts to me."

"At once." The Commander signaled his troops. The Vanguards moved with terrifying speed. They slung their heavy ice-rifles across their backs. They tore into the chests and hauled massive slabs of refined stone and heavy timber.

This task would normally require a team of draft horses.

Lucifer stepped toward a specific chest near the middle of the pile. He ripped the lid open and ignored the blinding glare of high-tier gold coins and precious gems.

He dug his hands deep into the loot to pull out a handful of tightly rolled scrolls stamped with hourglasses.

They were Time-Warp Scrolls. These were standard construction items used to shave a few hours off the building time of basic wooden walls or blacksmith forges.

"System," Lucifer whispered and stared at the scrolls in his hand. "Let us break the clock."

He walked over to the massive pile of building materials the Vanguards had assembled. He threw the first Time-Warp Scroll directly onto the center of the pile.

[Item Activated: Time-Warp Scroll (Construction Rush)]

[Ding! Divine Talent: ’Apex Multiplier’ triggered on specific category ’Temporal Alchemy!’]

[Multiplying temporal compression, architectural complexity, and structural tier 10,000x!]

The scroll exploded into a sphere of swirling golden sand. The sand rapidly expanded. It swallowed the entire pile of raw materials and covered the entire eastern quadrant of the courtyard.

Time violently accelerated within the golden sphere. The sound was deafening. It sounded like the rapid cracking of stone and the screaming of wood being shaped at impossible speeds.

Heavy rhythmic thuds of phantom hammers drove iron nails. The physical air outside the sphere rippled and distorted from the massive chronological gravity occurring inside.

The golden sand violently dissipated ten seconds later. A freezing gust of wind blew it away.

Lucifer lowered his arm to reveal the massive structure that had just birthed itself into existence. It was the Frostfire Barracks.

The building was colossal. It was constructed from black obsidian interlaced with veins of glowing sub-zero blue ice. Massive chimneys vented freezing white mist into the night sky.

The heavy iron doors stood open to reveal rows of glowing weapon racks and perfectly structured crystalline bunks.

It was an elite military installation capable of housing and maintaining ten thousand troops. It was built in the span of a single breath.

"Incredible," Elara murmured and stepped up beside him. Her silver wings twitched as she felt the dense orderly mana radiating from the barracks.

Lucifer did not pause. He moved to the northern quadrant of the courtyard. This area was slightly elevated and secluded from the main gates. He signaled the Vanguards to dump a specific selection of materials here.

They dropped pure white marble, silver ingots, and celestial quartz extracted from the multiplied chests.

He threw the second Time-Warp Scroll.

The Multiplier engaged again. The golden sand swallowed the materials. The rapid construction noises resumed. This time they were accompanied by the faint sound of a celestial choir.

A stunning structure stood in the northern quadrant when the sand cleared.

It was the Valkyrie’s Hall. The building was a sharp contrast to the black architecture of the Obsidian Citadel.

It was forged from flawless white marble and reinforced with columns of solid glowing silver. The roof was made of interlocking celestial quartz tiles that captured and magnified the ambient starlight.

It radiated a profound sense of peace, absolute authority, and lethal grace.

Lucifer turned his attention back to the remaining platinum chests. He sifted through the loot until he found a heavy velvet bag filled with hundreds of high-tier Summoning Catalysts.

He poured the catalysts onto the cobblestones.

"Multiplier. Apply to troop capacity," Lucifer commanded.

[Ding! Triggering Apex Multiplier on ’Barracks Troop Requisition!’]

[Capacity Limit Shattered. Maximum Legion capacity reached.]

The massive iron doors of the newly built Frostfire Barracks slammed open. A blinding freezing blue light spilled out of the dark interior.

The heavy unified thud of armored boots shook the Citadel courtyard. They marched out in flawless formations of fifty. They moved row after row and column after column.

Four thousand nine hundred Cryo-Vanguard Snipers marched out of the glowing barracks.

They smoothly joined the original hundred to fill the large courtyard with a sea of pale blue skin, shifting crystal armor, and massive lethal ice-rifles.

The temperature dropped so severely that the moisture in the air instantly froze. It fell as a light continuous snow over the silent waiting army.

It was a full legion of five thousand Tier-A Elite marksmen. They stood completely motionless to await a single command.

Lucifer turned away from the army. He walked up the marble steps of the newly constructed Valkyrie’s Hall. Elara watched him as her starlight eyes tracked his every movement. He stopped at the grand silver doors of the hall and turned to face her.

"Come here, Elara," Lucifer said.

She walked forward. Her heavy silver boots clicked softly against the clean marble steps. She stopped one step below him and looked up at his calm hardened face.

Lucifer gestured to the stunning white and silver hall behind him. He then swept his arm out toward the five thousand frozen waiting soldiers in the courtyard.

"The Valkyrie’s Hall is yours," Lucifer stated. His voice carried clearly in the frigid air. "And the First Legion answers to you. You are their General."

Elara froze. The stoic mask of the celestial warrior completely shattered. Her breath hitched. A sound of pure shock escaped her lips.

She looked at the flawless celestial hall. It was a place of honor she had not known since she was cast out of the heavens. She then looked at the army of elite marksmen waiting for her command.

"I cannot," Elara whispered with a trembling voice. She looked down at her hands. They were still stained with the faint residue of her own golden blood. "I am a Fallen. I was stripped of my command. I was stripped of my honor. I am a broken blade, Lucifer. I am not worthy to lead a legion into the light."

Lucifer stepped down. He closed the distance between them and ignored the lethal rough edges of her battered silver armor.

He reached out and placed his bare hand firmly on her silver shoulder plate.

"The heavens cast you out because they were afraid of you," Lucifer said. His voice dropped to a low absolute vow.

"They broke your wings because you were stronger than them. I do not care about your past. I do not care what the Star-Weavers decreed.

You are the first sword in my kingdom. You are the shield of this Citadel."

He squeezed her shoulder with an iron-tight grip.

"You will never fall again in this life, Elara. I swear it."

A deep crimson blush spread quickly across the pale cheeks of Elara. The absolute truth in his words struck her harder than any celestial weapon ever had.

The centuries of bitter isolation, the agonizing pain of her betrayal, and the suffocating darkness of her fall all fractured under the weight of his absolute trust.

She did not speak. She could not. She simply stepped backward and drew her right fist across her chest. She dropped to one knee on the marble stairs.

She bowed her head as her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders. It was a pledge of absolute unbreakable loyalty.

Lucifer looked out over the sea of five thousand Cryo-Vanguards. The Warlord’s Trial demanded a massacre.

"General Elara," Lucifer commanded. He drew the cheap steel broadsword from his hip. "Prepare the Vanguard. We march into the Weald."