paranoianovel Chapter 727 Appearance
Chapter 727 Appearance
Chapter 727 Appearance
Howl——
A military camp on the border of Louisiana and Texas.
The sound of wolf howls could be heard one after another in the dense forests and mountains, like the communication between wolves before hunting.
"Sir, you...did you hear that?"
A soldier in a striking red uniform said tremblingly.
The officer plucked up his courage and pretended to be calm, "What are you afraid of? The master of the Order of St. George is in charge of the camp. If those ignorant wolves dare to attack us, they will be wiped out!"
"Our clothes are too eye-catching. Those soldiers from the mainland have already changed into new uniforms, but our colonial division is still wearing this old uniform."
During the Boer War, the British Empire suffered heavy losses at the hands of the Boer guerrilla warfare, and therefore began to replace its traditional red military uniforms that had been used for more than 200 years. However, this favorable trend obviously had not yet reached the thirteen colonies.
The Thirteen Colonies were no longer just thirteen states. They had successively annexed New France and the Governorate of Louisiana, and expelled all foreign colonial forces from the east coast of North America.
The enemies that the armed forces of the thirteen colonies need to face now are the natives and wild beasts, so there is no need to equip themselves with new equipment right away.
"Oh, the eyes of those wolf cubs are very poisonous. It makes no difference to them whether it is day or night. It also makes no difference to them what kind of military uniforms we wear."
A redcoat rubbed the silver cross in his hand and muttered: "Not all Texans are wolves. Those Hispanics, natives, French from Louisiana, and Dixie guys don't see us as the saviors who liberated them."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and wake up. If the enemy attacks, I will immediately notify the guys in the armored battalion. Their chainsaw swords will tear those wolf cubs into pieces in the first place!"
The officer shouted his order and left, leaving behind a group of trembling redcoats who began to discuss in low voices.
"Can those big pieces of iron from the armored battalion really work?"
"It should be possible. It's a secret weapon developed by Big Ben's Academy of Sciences and has never been used on the battlefield."
"You've never been on a battlefield, so doesn't that mean you're here just for experimentation?"
The Red Army was worried. After all, their opponents were the legendary werewolves who came and went as fast as the wind. They were much scarier than those wild beasts. They doubted whether the firearms in their hands could be of any use.
After all, according to the legendary novels, the werewolves are only afraid of silver and sunlight. If you use ordinary weapons to cut them into pieces, they will gradually piece themselves back together, unless you find a silver stake to drive through their skulls.
As time passed, the wolf howls gradually stopped, and the red-clad soldiers, who had been trying to stay awake, gradually began to feel sleepy.
But at this moment, a shrill scream suddenly sounded in the camp.
The huge searchlight immediately turned around, but the Red Army only saw a black shadow and the disemboweled officer left there, with a line of horrific Latin words written on the ground in blood.
"Anyone who trespasses on the border will die!"
Many Red Army soldiers were trembling, but at this moment, a heavy sound of footsteps was heard, accompanied by billowing smoke, and huge war machines covered with riveted armor and carrying giant steam-powered furnaces on their shoulders walked out of the barracks.
There were twelve of them in total, six of them holding huge chain saw swords, and the other six carrying small machine guns.
On the chest of the war machine, there is a window with a glass panel, revealing the "armored battalion soldier" who is operating the machine.
"What a strong dark aura!"
A noble white horse without a single spot of impurity on its body, carrying a knight in medieval armor, seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, from the age of knights hundreds of years ago to the midst of these armored soldiers with the colors of the steam age.
His body was filled with holy glory, and his breastplate was printed with exquisite patterns depicting the scene of St. George slaying the dragon. His face was calm as if the Alps were collapsing in front of him.
"Come out, demons!"
The paladin raised the silver-white lance in his hand and pointed it towards the dense forest.
There, I saw faint green lights lighting up in the forest. Looking around, I couldn't tell how many werewolves were lurking in it.
"Mysterious."
The knight sneered, and the white holy light on his body rushed towards the sky, instantly illuminating the dark forest.
Among them, those pairs of green eyes turned out to be all wasteland gray wolves. There was only one real werewolf.
The werewolf, whose true identity was seen through, turned around and ran without hesitation.
"You smart-assed fool, if there were really so many pure-blooded wolf cubs, you would have launched an attack long ago."
The Paladin spoke slowly and leisurely, squeezing the horse's belly lightly. The white horse under his crotch took graceful steps, as if it had grown a pair of blood-flecked wings. It carried him slowly but actually fast, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared from everyone's sight.
Those wasteland gray wolves rushed forward to block the attack, but even though they were ferocious beasts of the wasteland and their combat power was much stronger than that of ordinary wild beasts, they were unable to stop the werewolf at all and could only watch the paladin quickly approach the werewolf.
"That lord of the Order of St. George is riding a Pegasus!"
The Redcoats shouted in surprise.
As the burning sensation from behind became stronger and stronger, the light around him became brighter and brighter. The werewolf felt as if his whole body was about to burn. He gritted his teeth and said, "These damn British actually sent the Paladins. We must tell Chief Giuliano this news."
Generally speaking, colonial conflicts would not lead to major intervention by the colonial powers behind them. Even a small, declining country like Portugal could still retain some colonies overseas.
But this time it is obviously different. That paladin is most likely the elite of the legendary Knights of St. George.
And those armored soldiers are definitely not colonial forces.
Could it be that the Thirteen Colonies or Britain were really going to start a large-scale war for Texas?
That is the world's current hegemon, the British Empire that dominates the seven seas. Except for the French, no other country can stand up to the British.
And it's not the border conflict they expected, a real war is likely to break out!
The werewolf had already exerted his full speed, and under the light of the full moon, his strength had been enhanced in all aspects, but he could still clearly sense that the enemy was getting closer and closer to him.
"Die, evil beast!"
Before he knew it, the knight riding on the Pegasus had come to the werewolf's side and was walking side by side with him.
He raised his lance, a look of disgust on his face. As a Grand Knight of the Order of St. George under the Anglican Church, he had executed countless dark creatures in his life. In his eyes, such dirty and evil monsters should not exist in this world.
boom--
The silver lance was knocked away.
A figure wrapped in exquisite armor slowly walked out of the darkness. The mount under his crotch snorted, and the golden spear in his hand was filled with the dazzling glow of a divine weapon - just now, the holy weapon in his hand was knocked away by this thing.
"Who are you? Why are you stopping me from killing the beast?"
The paladin's face was solemn. The equipment of the man was definitely not ordinary. Even the mount under his crotch seemed to be some kind of exotic beast that was not inferior to the Pegasus under his crotch.
The werewolf apparently lived up to the knight's sudden appearance and disappeared into the dense forest after a few jumps, making the paladin's face turn darker with anger.
"who are you?"
The Paladin recalled his spear and pointed it at the opponent.
This person's aura was very contradictory, with both darkness and holy light. The armor on his body even had the smell of a holy vessel that had been enshrined in the church for hundreds of years. If not for this, he would have taken action long ago.
"You can just treat me as a member of the Basilicata family."
The man also raised his spear and pointed it at the other party.
"You are also a wolf? How can a wolf wear a holy weapon?!"
The Paladin was somewhat incredulous.
The man grinned. Under the golden mask, his eyes glowed golden like a wild beast. He patted his breastplate and said, "Did you hear me, man? Show me your true appearance."
The next moment, the sacred armor was surrounded by ominous demonic fire, the sacred cross was reversed, a pentagram pattern emerged, and black lines crawled all over the armor like poisonous snakes.
A hissing sound was heard.
The man was riding a giant horse with a mouth full of sharp fangs. Green devilish fire rose from under the horse's hooves as big as bowls.
"Nightmare Beast"
The paladin's expression turned grim. "If I don't purify you today, you are such a good disguised demon. I don't know how many sins you will commit in the future."
(End of this chapter)