Chapter 798 Riding a Tank Can Also Be Considered a Knight's Duel
Nora led Gwen into the charge.
Her loudspeaker played words from the scriptures, like the roaring prayers of her predecessors, the "Buried Ones."
However, without the flail in her hand, she could no longer force her doctrines into the enemy's head.
Fortunately, she personally blessed her shells, and in the future she may even engrave the doctrines on the shell casings, which should have a good effect.
And having the enemy explode with words from the holy scriptures seems more sacred than having his head split open.
"Clad in armor, both inside and out, he is made of steel."
This is the prayer before the Holy War, which Nora likes very much, and it feels even more powerful when she reads it now.
She had new flails and new armor, and her old friends were still charging alongside her. What could be happier than that?
Nora's exhilaration, anger, repression, and pain were unleashed with each cannonball.
Now she is a warrior again; on the battlefield, all she needs to do is fight.
The two men's charge stunned the entire battlefield. Before the Papacy could understand what was happening, the soldiers of the Duchy of Tis had already cheered.
The commanders here reacted quickly; they immediately shouted and urged the soldiers out of their bunkers to charge alongside the artillery.
The self-propelled artillery driven by Nora and Gwen was far less heavily armored than the steam tanks. Its main features were firepower and maneuverability, making it difficult for it to stand alone on the battlefield like a tank.
But the enemy didn't know.
Taking advantage of the momentum from destroying two steam tanks, they charged forward. If the soldiers could keep up, they could likely scatter the enemy in one wave.
Once one side experiences a large-scale rout, it's like an avalanche, and nothing can stop the defeat.
Of course, all of this is contingent on the soldiers on Tiss's side being able to keep up.
Nora was betting that the commander on Tiss's side was competent enough, and based on her and Gwen's observations on the hillside, she was confident.
Sure enough, as soon as the two self-propelled guns charged down the hillside, the commander on this side immediately reacted and ordered his soldiers to follow suit.
Nora and Gwen fired as they sped forward. Firing while moving was inaccurate, and the shells were nowhere to be seen, but their impact was considerable.
Furthermore, with the soldiers of the Duchy of Tiss rising up to charge, it seemed to the Papacy that a large number of enemies had suddenly appeared, capable of destroying even powerful steam tanks, let alone their own soldiers.
Fear overwhelmed reason, overwhelmed the faith that had already begun to waver, seized the entire body, and let instinct take over everything.
Some stood there trembling, some dropped their weapons and went mad with fear, while most ran away, their rout breaking up the remaining part of the line that was still holding on.
Now, all those behind the Vatican are facing are fleeing soldiers. They either have to kill all their former comrades before facing the charging enemy, or they will be overwhelmed and scattered.
Of course, there was another option: to flee with them. There were only a few squads of supervising priests, but the enemies behind them were countless.
Ultimately, everyone chose the most reasonable option, and the main force of the entire Papacy began to flee.
Nora and Gwen's bombardment only killed a dozen or so people, but the trampling and indiscriminate firing of the Papacy soldiers killed at least several hundred. The remaining soldiers were like headless flies, running around aimlessly. Catching pigs was easier than catching these fleeing soldiers.
The battlefield quickly descended into chaos.
After the initial chaos, the remaining two steam tanks did not retreat but instead charged towards Nora and Gwen.
Perhaps they knew the situation was hopeless, the priests in the tanks opened the hatches of the crew compartments, held holy scriptures, and charged forward while praying loudly.
Thus, a rare traditional duel took place on the battlefield, with different priests chanting their doctrines and charging at each other.
However, their weapons and mounts were not very traditional.
The Vatican's steam tanks were adorned with the Candlelight Vigil scriptures, while Castells' self-propelled artillery bore the cold, impersonal serial numbers.
Nora's voice suddenly rose a notch, and everyone could hear her excitement—this divine duel was exactly what she wanted!
A hint of fanaticism also surged in the eyes of the white-robed priest of the Candlelight Church. He stood up straight at the cabin door, holding the holy book in one hand and pushing it forward with the other!
Buzz!
Countless bullets flying toward him stopped in mid-air. As soon as he revealed himself, many soldiers raised their guns and aimed, but he remained unmoved, obviously because he had something to rely on.
He is an investigator.
While superhumans cannot defeat an entire army on the battlefield, they can hold them off for a while. The priests of the Candlelight Order were filled with fanaticism at this moment, pushing their superhuman powers to the maximum.
Times have changed? Perhaps, but the duel before us remains sacred!
As long as the Dragon Breath Cannon is not present, his desperate charge on the battlefield is invincible.
The priest glanced disdainfully at the mortal soldiers around him. These mortals, armed with these new muskets, dared to fire at him. Once he destroyed the self-propelled cannon and was free to...
Um?
The priest suddenly frowned. Why were the soldiers on the battlefield putting down their guns?
Are we preparing to surrender? At this very moment? Or are you kidding me?
Ha, that's understandable. Faced with the Vatican's steam tanks and having witnessed the immense power they had just displayed, it's normal for them to be so frightened that they would surrender immediately.
Why did those soldiers pull out those black tubes?
The priest had a bad feeling. He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should crawl back into the tank, but when he saw the self-propelled artillery in front of him loudly broadcasting the doctrines of the Holy Church, he stopped.
We can't let these country bumpkins in the silent sanctuary look down on the sanctuary!
It's just a salvo from the left and right; even if it's a Gatling gun, he can hold it off for a moment!
Ha, let these country bumpkins see the power of the Holy See!
Thinking of this, the priest straightened his posture even more and chanted a prayer, his white robes even began to glow slightly.
From a distance, they look like holy angels on a battlefield.
"Come, infidels of the North, tremble in the candlelight like your ancestors!"
The priest shouted, and then activated the Investigator's Absolute Defense.
But this time, instead of bullets, it was...
"Stone?"
As soon as the pipes standing on the ground flashed with fire, black spheres came hurtling towards them.
"Ha, I heard you once planned to move catapults onto iron ships, and I didn't believe it, but now it seems it's true," the priest sneered.
They want to attack him with these black spheres?
Well, he was just being too cautious. He shouldn't have cared about these mortals; he should have focused on dealing with the holy beings of the Silent Sanctuary.
The next moment, the flames engulfed him and his steam tank.
(End of this chapter)
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