Wycliffe found it hard to understand what was happening in front of him. But whether he could understand it or not, this unbelievable scene was happening in this fallen land and it was changing the fate of many people.
The Holy Setting Sun Legion that chose to disembark in the dark winter night was like a boulder that suddenly rose from the dark tide. Facing the stormy waves, they stopped what was almost a foregone conclusion and began to turn the tide of the battle.
Hundreds of fully-armed White Knight and nuns stepped onto the battlefield and began to clear the remaining monsters near the steel cathedral with their heavy burners and holy light cannons. The heavy tanks that drove out of the cathedral's armory quickly formed an additional barrier in front of the cathedral and Fort Falm. These tanks were specially modified: their main cannons were replaced with more powerful burners, and more powerful shields were buried under the armor plates. The extra power consumption made these tanks weaker in endurance compared to their general-purpose brethren. But it was clear that the technical clerics of this legion had already considered this.
The spire at the top of the cathedral opened, and the heavy steel armor retracted into the roof below, revealing a large magical crystal inside the spire. The entire cathedral had turned into the hub of the Mana Net on the battlefield. Powerful magic began to cover the defensive line. Whether it was the tanks that formed the barrier or the White Knight and nuns who were clearing the remnants of the enemy, all the runic devices on them shone brighter than before.
A White Knight who was not equipped with a burner and carried a heavy warhammer on his shoulder walked out of the darkness. He passed through the blazing flames and the wreckage left behind by the mutants and went straight to the barrier where Wycliffe and the others were.
A roaring mutant suddenly stood up from the darkness, dragging its broken body towards the tall and burly cleric. The white knight casually picked up the war hammer in his hand and loosened it as if he was putting it down. With the sound of a mechanical device releasing, the monster that pounced over was instantly smashed to the ground by the heavy hammer, and was directly crushed into meat paste by the impact device that was ejected from the ground.
"This is the commander of the Holy Setting Sun Legion, Amer Crete. We have brought medical personnel." The burly White Knight held the long handle of the mechanical warhammer with one hand and picked up an iron-cased prayer book from his waist with the other. The cover of the prayer book was engraved with his legion emblem and identity plate. "I'm glad to see that there are still survivors in this defensive line. Please open the barrier, you need medical assistance."
Wycliffe was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. Although the incredible scene before him still confused his mind, he quickly took action and used his left hand to hold the hilt of the broken sword. With a buzzing sound, the broken sword fragments quickly recovered and pieced together into the shape of a sword. The barrier around the survivors also quickly dissipated.
The King of the Augoray Humans looked down at the holy sword in his hand, which seemed to have returned to its original state, and could not help but sigh softly. The broken fragments could be restored to the blade, but the remaining energy and the precise structure of the sword from the Gondor period could not be restored. The sword had completed its historical mission, and from now on, it could only stay in the display case.
But he looked up at the chaotic battlefield and the 'clerics' in front of him and suddenly felt that it was time for some things to become history. After all, the world today was really different from the one he was familiar with.
"It seems that you are His Majesty Wycliffe. Praise the Holy Light. We were almost a step too late."
A deep voice came from under the white Knight's helmet and interrupted Wycliffe's sigh. The burly cleric in front of him took off his helmet, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a thick beard. He then turned his head to look at the edge of the battlefield and saw that the mutants were still pouring out from the mountain pass in the distance. But the powerful firepower of the cathedral and the ground troops released from the cathedral had blocked most of the gap on the battlefield. A large number of dragoons and another cathedral hovering in the sky were constantly pouring firepower in the direction of the mountain pass to maintain their air superiority. This made the cleric feel relieved, and a confident look appeared on his face.
"Don't worry, these filthy and blasphemous creatures can no longer break through the mountain pass. We have brought two air fortresses and enough ground troops. Sister Marian is also very good at purifying heretics with fire." The high-ranking cleric who called himself Amael turned back and nodded to Wycliffe. "We can rebuild the line of defense before dawn."
"You …" Wycliffe finally regained his ability to speak, but the first thing he thought of was the mutants that had poured into the kingdom and spread to the south, and his compatriots on the other line of defense. "Wait, where are you from? What's the situation in Red Jade City? "
"Don't worry, Your Majesty." Amael immediately raised his hand to interrupt the human king's excited words. "The main force of the empire is now in Red Jade City. Sister Marian and I received the news from War Chief Camilla and came here to help."
"Main force … You are not the main force?" Wycliffe was stunned for a moment. He looked strangely at the cathedral and the other air fortress floating in the sky. The corner of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to say something, but a sudden earthquake came from the mountain pass not far away, interrupting everyone at the scene.
He immediately raised his head and looked at the gap. There used to be three layers of walls built by the humans and the Eldars. Of course, the walls had long been destroyed by the monsters' siege cannons. The sight that appeared in the gap made the human king's eyes widen.
He saw a huge swaying figure, which was the "Behemoth", the most powerful magic creation of the mutant army. Among the Behemoths were countless of synthetic monsters that looked like deformed giants crawling on all fours. On the backs of these synthetic monsters were swollen and ugly sac-like organs. Purple-black poisonous smoke constantly spewed out of the organs, polluting the entire battlefield.
"Be careful of those crawling creatures!" Wycliffe immediately shouted. "The gas they release is not only poisonous, but also quickly corrodes and brittle any armor and wall. The outer wall of Falm Fortress was destroyed by these monsters with the help of the Behemoths!"
"It seems that the commander behind these monsters is still unwilling to admit this failure." Amael also saw the ugly and ferocious synthetic monsters. His face showed undisguised disgust and contempt. He then reached out and pressed somewhere near the collar of his heavy armor. The faint light of the communication device lit up between his shoulder and collar. "Sister Marian, we need the 'Inferno' incendiary bomb. We can't let more monsters cross the mountain pass."
"Understood, Inferno incendiary bomb." A young female voice sounded from the communication device. "The purification will begin soon."
The cathedral that landed on the surface to build a defensive line was not fighting alone. There was still a flying fortress belonging to the Holy Setting Sun Legion maintaining a flying posture, providing important cover for the ground forces. Deep inside the flying fortress, which also had a cathedral and a sacred vault, a young nun with long blonde hair was standing in front of a steel prayer altar, watching the development of the battle on the surface.
Behind the young nun, where the pulpit should be, stood a huge mechanical device. The mechanical device consisted of a humming base and a vertical crystal tube. At this moment, the alloy protective shell of the crystal tube had been opened, and the scene inside was unobstructed. The tube was filled with a thin yellowish biomass solution, and a huge synthetic brain floated in the middle of the tube. A large number of cables and nerve fibers extended out from the brain and were buried deeply between the walls and the pillars, connecting the cathedral and the anti-gravity platform at the base of the cathedral.
In the prayer hall of the cathedral, the nuns and the priests were focused on the control terminal in front of them. In theory, the cathedral should be used for religious ceremonies. There were magical platforms and holographic projections floating in the air everywhere. On one of the holographic projections, the army of the mutants was clearly seen pouring out of the mountain pass in the distance.
"Amael Station Commander needs backup," the blonde nun Marian said to the control console. "Begin assembling the Inferno incendiary bomb."
"Understood." A neutral mechanical voice immediately came from above the pulpit. The Cortex Prime soaked in the crystal tube moved slightly, and a series of bubbles appeared. "Begin assembling the Inferno incendiary bomb …"
Under the cathedral, a small munitions factory was activated. The pre-prepared components were taken out from separate compartments and placed into the launcher's loading slot with the cooperation of manual and mechanical devices. A specially processed cylindrical shell, twelve highly sealed internal tanks, a fragmented diffuser, and a special alchemical fire oil were assembled into a terrifying bomb of nearly two meters in diameter in a very short time. At the end of the day, the mechanical arm directly controlled by the Cortex Prime took out the 'ignition core' of the terrifying weapon from the obsidian compartment.
An artificial fire elemental that could only act on instinct and had a short lifespan was temporarily imprisoned in a special crystal ball.
In the surveillance feed sent back by the Cortex Prime, Sister Marian calmly watched as the mechanical arm stuffed the agitated, almost out of control elemental creature into the 'passenger compartment' of the Inferno incendiary bomb.
The giant tree of Thorin could use Druil's spell to summon treants and arm them into heavy artillery. Mages could summon arcane servants and use them as their laboratory assistants (and sometimes experiment materials). Elemental mages of various factions could summon or create basic elemental creatures as servants or thugs. It was very normal for the Empire's weapon production line to summon a living fire elemental to act as the ignition core and amplification unit of the incendiary bomb. It made perfect sense.
Princess Rebecca's wisdom on the path of 'fireball' was truly admirable.
"The Inferno incendiary bomb has been assembled. Ready to fire." The Cortex Prime's voice rang on the pulpit, interrupting Sister Marian's brief thought.
"Permission granted. May the Holy Light protect its shell and the incendiary tanks."
The mechanical device started to operate, and a black launch port opened on the side of the platform. With a hum of orbital acceleration and a series of pale green lights flashing, a particularly eye-catching cloud of pale green gas left the bottom of the cathedral in the dark night sky. It drew a beautiful parabola in the night sky and whistled into the gap in the mountains in the northeast.
The shell split in midair, and twelve tanks exploded in the air before the bomb hit the ground, splashing alchemical solution in the air. Then, a shining flame burst out from the center of the bomb. In an instant, the whole mountain was dyed crimson by the rising cloud of fire. In the center of the cloud of fire, a bright white light burst out for the second time, spreading and burning the flames further.
A vague giant figure stood up from the cloud of fire and began to wildly pour flames in all directions it could feel. The artificial elemental environment allowed this terrifying and uncontrollable summoned creature to grow rapidly in a few seconds. Before its lifespan was exhausted and disintegrated, this artificial inferno was enough to burn everything on the surface.
Amir, the leader of the White Knight, watched the fire elemental wreaking havoc in the mountain pass from afar. Looking at the night sky that was as bright as day, he suddenly murmured thoughtfully, "I heard that cursing at the Inferno incendiary bomb before it is fired can increase its power and burning range by twenty-five percent. I'm afraid it's not true …"
Wycliffe, who was standing aside in a daze, did not hear the murmur of the high priest. He could not help but ask, "What did you say?"
"Ah … nothing." Amir reacted and waved his hand slightly. He then looked at the human soldiers who were being checked by the nuns and the Knight. His expression was a little serious. "The environment here is not good. It's best to move the wounded to the church. Also, we suspect that there are other survivors in this area. I'll send a search team to check the nearby ruins later. Hopefully, we can save as many people as possible …"
Wycliffe looked at the high priest with a strange expression. "You … are you really medical staff?"
"Of course." Amir was a little stunned by the question. He looked down at the prayer book in his hand, and then at the church and the nuns who were helping the wounded not far away. "Which part of us don't look like doctors?"
Wycliffe looked at the war hammer in Priest Amir's hand, and then at the burner launchers protruding from the church not far away and the mechanical gloves in the nuns' hands. The corner of his mouth could not help but twitch. "Seriously, you don't look like doctors at all …"
While they were talking, a young nun came to the side of a soldier who was lying on the ground. The soldier looked at the beautiful lady in front of him and forgot that she was a clergyman for a moment. He could not help but compliment her. "Oh, beautiful lady, I'm so lucky! Do you have a sweetheart? If you have time, I can … "
The nun did not wait for the soldier to finish. She asked expressionlessly, "Regional or general anesthesia?"
The soldier was stunned for a moment. "Ugh … general anesthesia …"
The next second, he saw a fist wrapped in a mechanical structure rapidly enlarging in front of his eyes. This was the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness.
"Fist anesthesia." The nun nodded and motioned for a junior nun to take over. She then turned to another soldier. "Regional or general anesthesia?"
The soldier gulped and did not dare to be frivolous like the soldier just now. "Semi … regional anesthesia …"
"No regional anesthesia." * Bang! *
Wycliffe looked at the scene with his mouth agape.
Amir had to explain. "Part of the nun's holy light casting device is in the glove …"
"But I'm sure I heard it … Forget it, I believe you."
(End of Chapter)
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