As the sound of the shotgun fired, the Demon Soldier was thrown off his horse, directly crashing to the ground while spitting fresh blood.
Unlike the enchantments of ordinary soldiers, the special magic array on the Sisterhood’s attire, when connected to a tactical backpack, could transform the attire into a Movement Barrier in a short amount of time.
Not only did it grant formidable defensive power, but it also allowed the Mages to gain a certain degree of strength enhancement. However, due to the enormous power required to maintain the barrier, those inside would endure tremendous pressure, and there could even be side effects of chaotic magic.
Yet the Sisters completely disregarded the pressure from the Movement Barrier, acting like a meat grinder on the battlefield, crazily slaughtering with chainsaw swords and shotguns. The Sisters rushing toward the Demon Clan, would even actively collide with them, using the Barrier’s powerful defensive capabilities to withstand the enemy’s assault before retaliating with their chainsaw swords or shotguns.
Some of the Demon Clan’s Mages constantly attacked the Sisters, but they were all blocked by the barrier that was as solid as a wall.
The Sisters’ attacks became increasingly frantic, even pulling out hand grenades from their attire and bombarding the battlefield without restraint. As long as they weren’t holding the grenades while detonating them, the aftershocks had no effect on the Sisters’ frenzied killings.
Halun was crouching behind a group of Demon Soldiers, numbly observing everything before him. What was supposed to be an easy target, the Sisterhood, suddenly transformed into a pack of hungry wolves. Even without that terrifying firearm that emitted blue flames, these Sisters continued to press down on the Demon Soldiers.
Moreover, their method of attack was exceedingly insane, primarily relying on the Movement Barrier to take damage directly and then countering with their weapons. There was even a strong tendency for self-destruction. Halun even suspected that if the opponent wasn’t wearing masks, they would directly bite him.
This couldn’t be blamed on Halun underestimating them; the Movement Barrier was simply beyond comprehension. He couldn’t fathom how they had engraved a complete barrier array onto their clothing, nor could he understand how they powered the Movement Barrier.
This was not magic at all!
Looking at the battlefield gradually stained red with blood, Halun’s only thought at this moment was—escape!
But just after he took down a Demon, Flora noticed Halun hiding behind the soldiers.
“Trying to escape?”
Flora shouted loudly, having already realized that Halun was the leader of this Demon force. The chainsaw sword emitted a bone-chilling wail as it charged directly at Halun, who looked like a leader.
The Movement Barrier burst forth with intense light, rapidly allowing Flora to close in on Halun.
Surrounding Demon Clan members tried to intervene, but in the chaos, they couldn’t break through Flora’s defenses, not to mention needing to be cautious of the hand grenades being continuously thrown by the Sisters on the battlefield.
Instinctively, Halun unleashed magic and raised his arm armor to block Flora’s swinging chainsaw sword.
When the chainsaw sword collided with the arm armor, it erupted into brilliant sparks, though this was from Flora’s perspective; in Halun’s eyes, these sparks were far from dazzling.
“No! No! No! Please, no!”
The defensive shield, already weakened by the Six Pure Guns, shattered upon contact with the chainsaw sword. At that moment, the chainsaw sword, like the Grim Reaper’s scythe, slowly began to reap Halun’s arm armor and life.
The teeth of the chainsaw sword were already embedded in the arm armor. Helplessly watching his arm about to be severed, Halun frantically tried to struggle but noticed that the glow in other parts of Flora’s Sisterhood attire had dimmed, and only the glow on the sleeves was flashing frantically.
This is the advantage of being a Professional. All the weapons of the Sisterhood are self-tuned by them and can adjust power levels freely during combat. If it weren’t for Lind’s orders, the maximum power of the Sisterhood’s Movement Barrier could be even more exaggerated. Even now, the power and pressure of the Movement Barrier were already nearing the limits of Graywhite technology and the Sisterhood itself.
“This expression, shout louder! Scream louder! Let the Goddess and Lord Governor hear your cries, let the Lord Governor feel our loyalty!”
Flora once thought she never wanted to see a Demon Clan’s face again, but now she was standing on Halun, continually applying pressure to his arm while bringing her beaked mask closer to his face, seemingly wanting to see his current expression.
Halun’s muscles were completely out of control due to tension; tears streamed down his face as he repeatedly uttered unknown syllables, seemingly trying to plead for mercy but unable to produce any sound due to fear.
Especially when he saw the pair of crimson eyes behind the beaked mask, Halun was so frightened that he actually fainted.
Ultimately, with a swing of the chainsaw sword, Halun’s arm was severed along with his armor and body.
Blood sprayed onto Flora’s beaked mask and Sister attire, but at that moment, Flora felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
With Halun’s death, the battlefield immediately turned into a one-sided slaughter. The Demon army, dominated by fear, despite having the numerical advantage, could no longer organize an effective counterattack.
Blood and severed limbs covered the entire battlefield, and due to the enormous output of the chainsaw sword, the Sisterhood’s attire became soaked red with blood.
Watching the Demon soldiers disregarding their companions and fleeing rapidly on horseback, before Flora could even give the order, the Lars Knights, who were already prepared, rode out with their firearms drawn.
As the glowing aura gradually faded, Flora removed her tactical backpack. The pressure brought by the Movement Barrier was something ordinary people could not endure. Even for the specially trained Sisters, they began to experience nausea and dizziness.
However, these felt trivial compared to the torment Flora had endured before.
In fact, the members of the Sisterhood were quite excited. If it weren’t for their masks, one could see that most of the Sisters wore smiles full of lingering enjoyment.
Flora pulled out a tri-prism-shaped raw magic sand reservoir from her tactical backpack, realizing that the magic power inside was already down to about one-third.
The power consumption of the Six Pure Guns was indeed high, but they wouldn’t burn through the entire magic power of the reservoir after just one round of firing. The real power-hungry device was still the Movement Barrier.
In short, the Movement Barrier was an advanced alternative to armor enchantment that disregarded cost-effectiveness, and it had to be used with a specialized tactical backpack.
Compressing the massive and complex barrier array to the size of a piece of clothing meant the energy consumption would nearly exponentially increase, trading it for a defense comparable to that of a city wall in a short period.
Taking advantage of the recent battle’s conclusion, Flora pulled out paper and pen, and together with the other Sisters, recorded the issues and insights about the tactical equipment they encountered during this battle, as it was a rare field experience.
This kind of cost-ineffective equipment wasn’t likely to be mass-produced, not to mention that users needed specialized training.
Although unsure why the Lord Governor was persistent about such equipment, Flora believed that the Lord Governor must have his reasons. At least this battle proved that the idea of the Movement Barrier was feasible; it just needed improvements in energy consumption and endurance.
After finishing her thoughts and report, Flora remembered something and headed toward the place where the ordinary priest Sisters and the loyal Doug Army were located.
“All is well now.”
Flora gently greeted the ordinary priests and Sisters as usual.
But the witness of the slaughter, Antoine, looked at Flora’s attire that was drenched in blood, along with many stains sticking to her outfit, and even his mask was splattered with bright red liquid, causing him to suddenly stumble and collapse to the ground.
This was no longer a war.
On the subsequent journey, both the loyal Doug Army and the other accompanying personnel remained unusually quiet.
