Chapter 364 The Long Night (V)
Taking advantage of the brief safety, the warlocks became busy again. The bases of the dimensional cannons were quickly built, and the Ratlins were simply calibrated and then lifted to the ground.
Due to the backwardness of human warfare, some of Iket's new products have become completely useless.
For example, the anti-submarine bombs it had invented a few days ago. Human ships would not hide under the water like the dwarf ships, and they would not even drive underwater beasts like the elves.
Humans don't have air cavalry, at least not in this city, and fighting humans is much safer than fighting elves or dwarves, who only wage war on the ground.
Ikit's latest creation, the Warpstone Flak Gun, remains hidden underground.
This is a good thing, Ikit doesn't have to worry about being targeted by dragons or other messy winged creatures.
It is impossible for humans to break through the rat tide from the ground; they are safe in the heart of the rat pack.
Probably "My friends! My brothers and sisters!
The time for dedication has come!
For Tarabheim, for the Empire, for all those who believe in us, charge! Charge at the enemy!
Red Shield Knights! Charge! "
The knight's speech was futile at this time, because every human standing here was already prepared to die.
They could not rely on weapons of war that scholars had not yet perfected, nor could they huddle in a corner like civilians, waiting for rescue from the army.
They are the army, they are the defenders of law and imperial order, they are the personal guards of the Elector Count of Talabek.
The silent warriors had no war horses to rely on, as the journey ahead would scare the horses. The enemy's weapons were much more exaggerated than guns and cannons. Only humans could restrain the desire to survive, and only humans could overcome panic. Ordinary beasts could not be trusted at this time.
Moreover, the terrain in the city is not suitable for galloping war horses.
A few Inner Circle Knights mounted the saddles of Demigriffs. These bloodthirsty Chaos beasts were not afraid of pain and would explode in ferocity once they were at a disadvantage. This was a good thing.
Although their desperate struggle will lead the knights to death, everyone is approaching death at this time, they are just a little faster.
These warriors who have devoted their entire lives to honing their martial arts were the first to rush out of the darkness and break out along the northern streets. They had to go around the enemy's positions and destroy the evil creatures that were emitting green light.
Unfortunately, the huge number of enemies forced them to go around the outer circle completely if they wanted to achieve their goal, and the city hall was surrounded in the middle by these strange-looking beastmen.
The sparse dismounted knights followed closely behind the knights in the inner circle. The firepower erupted in front of the fortress scared away the strange-looking beastmen, making their breakout extremely easy.
When they were away from the fire in the tower, pairs of blood-red eyes were exposed in front of the knights.
The upright rats with a disgusting stench pounced on the warriors in groups. No one knew where they got the courage from. The Red Shield Knights used their swords to cut the flesh of those who blocked their way and smashed their bones with their cavalry clubs. Their spears drove back wave after wave of rodents. The airtight formation between the knights blocked all the monsters that tried to get around behind them.
Their crude, rusty iron could not pierce the warriors' plate armor, and they did not have the weapon skills to match the knights.
The steel knight's shield was dented in the endless bloody battle, and the sharp sword blade was curled due to the continuous force. Fortunately, each knight was equipped with several swords. The silver-studded swords they used to hunt vampires were still intact, and the purification rune swords used to fight demons had not yet been unsheathed.
If the blade is broken, just replace it.
The battle group of nearly a hundred people was like an insurmountable chasm, pushing back the tide of rats that kept rushing towards them.
The half-griffon knights ran through the streets first, leaving a trail of torn corpses on the ground with their sharp claws. The knights' spears relieved the pressure on their companions in the back, and even the green light that reappeared in the night was directed towards them, rather than the outer ring and recruits walking behind.
Perhaps the Inner Circle Knights of the Empire are not as powerful as the blessed warriors of Bretonnia, but they are equally capable of great will and skill.
The dark green rays singed the half-griffin's flesh, and the beast predictably fell into a bloodthirsty frenzy. The knight's armor was constantly hit by radioactive particles, and the intense heat baked the humans in the armor, and the stinging pain caused by the collision licked their entire bodies over and over again.
But they had also experienced the pain of having their flesh pierced by a sword.
The dwarven craftsmanship had withstood the test as always, the dimensional stone particles merely deformed them, nothing too serious.
The baptism of violent wind and rain makes every advance a torture like slow slicing, but as long as they still have the ability to fight, the weathered veterans can continue to move forward.
Several more intense green lights rushed towards the soldiers with an indestructible momentum. Relying on their anticipation of the crisis, most of the soldiers avoided the sudden sniper attack.
A half-griffin knight reacted a beat too slow, and the long shield he hastily raised failed to save his life. The steel on his body was easily torn by the armor-piercing bullets, just like the red shield that was as brittle as paper.
The beast that lost its master did not stop its madness. It continued to rampage through the streets until it was hit head-on by a sphere emitting thick green smoke.
The green liquid splashed from the ball corroded the beast's fur and swallowed its flesh and blood. With a body covered in blood, it knocked away group of rodents until its bones began to whine under the heavy burden. The broken torso and the unwilling beast disappeared in the sea of rats that continued to rush forward, and turned into a pool of bones in the blink of an eye.
At another fork in the road, the Demi-Griffin Knights dispersed. They were baits to begin with, and now each bait could only accept his fate.
If the death of five more experienced fighters meant a successful raid and counterattack, it was worth it.
At this time, a champion may not be able to kill more mice than an ordinary knight. Their sword-swinging movements and killing efficiency are not much better than those of rookies. Who can't chop the enemy with a sword?
When meeting Mor, every Inner Circle Knight can proudly declare to Him that they have carried out a mortal mission that only they are capable of performing, and that they deserve eternal peace in the tranquil garden.
Of course, that assumes they can see Maul in person, rather than have his remains desecrated by the undead, raising swords against their former comrades.
Peace after death is more valuable than gold and silver. Who can guarantee that peace can be achieved? All a soldier can do is to do his best and not worry about what happens after death.
The advancement of the Outer Ring and the new knights proceeded smoothly under cover, and countless rats died at the hands of their swords.
(End of this chapter)
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