paranoianovel Chapter 801 Steel and Flesh
Chapter 801 Steel and Flesh
Chapter 801 Steel and Flesh
"This magnificent city will soon be hoisted with the flag of the empire."
On the other side of the abyss, heavy breathing sounds were heard from under the steel mask.
Sir Smith, Chief of the King's Blades, looked up at the tall and majestic city walls and towers on the "other side" with great pride in his heart.
If there was anyone on the British side who was not particularly sad about the death of the Iron Duke, it was Sir Smith.
After all, the original Iron Duke was still young. Although he was the second heir to the Iron Duke, there was a younger Sir Joffrey ahead of him. If nothing unexpected happened, he would never use his inheritance line in his lifetime.
Now, not only was the Iron Duke killed, but his first heir, Sir Joffrey, the chief of the King's Shield who was deeply trusted by the Queen, had also been destroyed along with the King's Shield at the hands of the enemy's female demon.
Therefore, he is the rightful successor to the Iron Duke. As long as he wins this battle, he can rise from an unknown minor noble to one of the most distinguished people in the British Empire.
As for the destruction of the Iron Duke's Armor, he thought it was insignificant. As long as the empire still needed this flag, it would be rebuilt at all costs. It would only take three or two years.
boom--
Behind him, the artillery position halfway up the mountain opened fire again.
Artillery fire bloomed on the enemy's walls like flowers in hell.
An armored turret was hit directly, but fortunately it was not the enemy's giant siege gun that was hit. The shell was bounced off the armor plate and exploded in mid-air.
Centurion Leon, who was hiding in an armored turret and shooting at the enemy on the opposite bank, was startled. He cursed and fired a shot - however, he only saw the leader-like figure on the opposite bank tilt his shoulders, and there was no effect on him.
"Even the 'Beast Hunter' created by Master Fenrir can't cause any damage?"
Leon patted his beloved gun and began to wonder if he had forgotten to refill it with white crystal ammunition.
Baron Charles on the side sneered: "I said that these fire sticks of yours are useless. The enemy is best at using these things."
On the other side of the river, Smith, wearing iron armor, sneered. Although the King's Blade was mainly used for attack rather than defense, since it was a siege, there was no need for them to stick to tradition. Last night, he ordered all his soldiers to change into the spare armor of the King's Shield - those unlucky guys wouldn't need it anyway.
This kind of armor is not only mixed with anti-magic metals, but also engraved with magic arrays that have excellent defense effects against white crystals. As long as it is not bombarded with artillery, even magic firearms are nothing more than a fire stick in front of it.
While the fortress artillery on the top of the city was suppressed by his own firepower, the armor plates on both sides of Sir Smith's back separated, revealing huge flame thrusters.
At his command, dozens of King's Blade Squad members flew towards the top of the city wall, fueled by flames.
Following closely behind were more than a dozen spellcasters, who chanted spells in unison. Ice and snow piled up under their feet, turning into bridges leading to the city wall on the opposite bank. Hundreds of armored infantrymen and paladins stepped on these icy bridges and rushed up.
boom--
The Texas defenders began to fight back. Hidden in the armor plate, the powerful fortress cannon destroyed the ice bridge with just one shot, causing more than a dozen armored infantrymen on it to fall into the abyss below.
"Quick, speed up!"
Colonel Smith's scalp tingled as he watched. He had no doubt whether his armor could withstand this shot. Apart from the fallen Iron Duke, no individual weapon could resist such a huge cannon.
These flying iron monsters became living targets for the Texans. It was difficult for them to evade effectively in mid-air, and they could only rely on their sturdy armor to resist. However, the Texans soon brought in small-caliber artillery, and from time to time, unlucky people would be hit by the shells and fall into the abyss.
boom--
The British army immediately launched suppressive fire. Relying on temporary cover, they fired at the top of the city walls while calling for artillery support from the rear. The firepower on the top of the city walls became visibly sparse.
When the King's Blades finally approached the city wall, they looked up and felt a rain of grenades falling on them. They didn't know how the Texans were able to fight back under the cover of artillery fire.
Before Colonel Smith could even utter a curse, he felt a huge force coming from the front, with countless shrapnel hitting his armor plate like raindrops, and he fell into the abyss like a cannonball.
"This group of self-righteous iron monsters."
On the city wall, under a round of artillery fire, Leon and his group of guards were almost unscathed. They looked at the fallen enemies through the battlements with some pride. The British artillery fire was indeed fierce. Anyone facing such an attack would have to retreat into the ammunition room.
Relying on the narrow shooting range of the bullet shelter, it would be good enough to be able to stick out the muzzle of the gun to fire back, but it is impossible to make a strong counterattack.
The reason they were able to do this was all thanks to the mirror magic circle set up by Florin, which allowed the defenders of this wall to escape into Florin's blood field at any time to hide from enemy fire, and wait until the enemy fire stopped before they could immediately retaliate.
pat-
An iron hand suddenly grabbed the edge of the city wall. A Texas soldier guarding here picked up an iron hammer without hesitation and smashed it at the hand, but before the hammer fell, it was grabbed by another iron hand.
Colonel Smith's heart was filled with anger at this moment. Although it had been a series of twists and turns, he finally climbed up the damn city wall. Next, it was time to make these lowly Texans pay the price.
stab-
The buzzing sound of the chainsaw sword was heard, and the oncoming Texan soldier was cut in half, with bones, blood, and flesh flying everywhere - then, an angry roar was heard.
What appeared in front of Colonel Smith was a monster that looked like both a dragon and a human, with red and black scales all over its body and a mouth full of sharp fangs.
He was startled at first, but soon calmed down. Although the scales of this monster were similar to those of the magic dragon, the two were so different in size that they were definitely not the same species - it looked more like a follower of the giant dragon in the legend, one that could harvest a bunch of dragon tooth soldiers by planting dragon teeth.
The monster opened its bloody mouth and flames condensed in its mouth. Its posture was exactly the same as the Satan-like dragon yesterday!
The terrible memory made Smith never dare to underestimate the monster again. He dodged it in a hurry, but found that the monster just spit out a fireball with little power, and then strode up to him with a two-handed sword in hand.
There seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in its light golden vertical pupils, which made Smith so angry that he picked up the chainsaw sword and chopped it down fiercely.
Although Baron Charles is Lothar's first follower, he is only at the level of an elite centurion. His strength is similar to that of Hans and Veneto, but he has reached the level of hard power but not the combat experience. He is even inferior to the two of them and is no match for the Chief King's Blade.
But just as the chainsaw sword was about to cut off the blade in Baron Charlie's hand, a gray wolf shadow knocked Colonel Smith away, and the two giants rolled on the city wall and fought in a ball.
But following Colonel Smith, more King's Blades began to climb up the city wall. Although they looked quite embarrassed, only a few of them actually fell into the abyss.
Others, even if they were blown away, mostly climbed on the rock walls and the city walls, relying on the powerful power of steam armor to climb up the city walls. Although it was a mass-produced model, it was also a derivative product of the Iron Duke that even Lothar found extremely difficult to deal with. Its defensive power was simply not something that ordinary armored infantry could match.
Leon and more than a dozen pure-blooded werewolves suddenly howled in unison.
On the open space on the city wall, blood shadows flashed. Kurs, Veneto, Hans, and more than a dozen elite centurions were all teleported to this part of the city wall.
Veneto, who had been frustrated for a long time and had no chance to attack, turned into a giant werewolf and took the lead in attacking without even saying a word. Hans sighed in his heart, but could only follow closely behind.
"The old patriarch has already charged, brothers, follow him together!"
"The old patriarch is mighty, for Texas!"
The two sides were fighting in the blink of an eye. The entire section of the city wall became a meat grinder, with steel, flesh, blood, and bones flying everywhere. Relying on their strong physique and abnormal regenerative ability, the werewolves barely managed to fight the steel creatures to a draw.
On the other side of the city wall, the situation was not optimistic.
The first to climb the city walls were the enemy's paladins. These fanatical holy warriors used holy relics enshrined in various churches, which had a strong restraining effect on dark creatures. They protected the clergy who were casting spells and advanced step by step.
They are probably the only ones who firmly believe that this war is for justice, to purge all sinners bewitched by darkness, and it is a war of redemption, just like the Crusades eight hundred years ago.
Keng——
A golden spear pierced through the ground in front of the paladin who was rushing in the front. The holy light, surging like the sea, was like a wall, blocking the footsteps of all the paladins who were charging.
The female knight, with a pair of wings of light faintly visible behind her, stood on the butt of her gun, looking down at the group of paladins in front of her.
Her face was shrouded in holy light and was somewhat blurry.
But someone still shouted out the name which is quite taboo for the British at the first time.
"Shining Knight!"
Such a powerful, majestic, bright and sacred holy light, the identity of the visitor is self-evident.
"Holy Spear Kungunir! Damn Frenchman, damn heretic witch!"
Behind the Paladin's team.
The Grand Master of the Knights of St. George roared in anger. He was furious when he heard that the long-lost Knight Glory of the Holy Knights had led a group of French Paladins to join the Texans.
But this was not even one-tenth of the rage that burst out in his heart when he saw with his own eyes the sacred object that was emitting brilliant light and pointing at them to protect them from the darkness.
He angrily accused: "How dare you use sacred weapons to protect the dark relics and fight against our sacred army? Such blasphemy, don't you, a heretic witch, have any sense of shame?"
Behind the visitor, the wings of light fluttered lightly, and a smile appeared on her face: "If you say so, then it must be so."
"Anyway, isn't that how you wanted me to plead guilty?"
She stepped on the holy spear, crossed her arms, and said arrogantly, "A heretic witch should do what a heretic witch should do."