The Lars Knights jumped out from the troop transport’s rear compartment, while the Avar army had already formed ranks, with everyone poised for battle.
The Gray Robe cautiously cast protective magic around themselves and the young lady, but looking at those massive armored figures, they still felt puzzled.
Are they elves?
Is, is it?
Even the Gray Robe began to doubt themselves. If these were elves, then the artistic style was far too abstract.
In the sky, Avar’s Dragon Ally was entangled with a Blue Dragon. Although the Blue Dragon appeared unskilled in combat, the dragons in the sky seemed to fear something and were reluctant to launch a full attack.
“The Lars Knights of the Northern Border, this is a temporary port of Lord Demon King Antipa for Avar. You have no right to intrude!”
The Avar Officer pointed angrily at the group of mountain-like knights in front of the military formation, but the trembling tone revealed their lack of confidence.
Myron, clad in Powered Armor, glanced around and took down the flags from the transport before planting them in the ground, saying, “Not anymore.”
“You are violating the territory of the Demon Clan and Avar, do you understand?”
The Avar Officer spoke vehemently, but the mountain-like knights seemed to hear nothing at all. If they weren’t wearing helmets, they might have been seen digging their ears.
This left the Gray Robe dumbfounded. Was the Avar army really arguing with these hulking knights? The Avar army, which could turn even earthworms in the ground into halves, was actually engaging the enemy in a debate?
“This place has always been part of the Cape’s Eastern Border. In fact, it was the Demon Clan that first occupied our land.”
Myron shrugged and provocatively made an international gesture towards the Avar Officer.
Instantly, the Avar Officer felt that distorted scar on their face begin to throb painfully.
Previously, they had fought against these giant knights. That leading Myron was not only a High-level Knight, but also had a set of armor that was overwhelming. With that armor’s aid, the confidence of the Avar Officer was shattered, leaving behind an incurable scar as a reminder.
The Avar Officer was furious and took a step forward, but at that moment, the Avar army silently and in perfect unison took a step back.
Clearly, this army had an ingrained fear of these hulking figures. Seeing their unresponsive comrades behind them, the Avar Officer quietly withdrew their step forward.
Although the armor worn by the Lars Knights looked terrifying, the Gray Robe had no substantial judgment on the combat power of these Lars Knights. They simply felt that no matter what, the response of the Avar army was too exaggerated.
After all, the Gray Robe could sense that except for the leading Lars Knight, the others were not high-level professionals. The Avar army had some professionals, firearms, cannons, and even an equally high-level professional in command. In terms of numbers, they held a significant advantage. How could they be afraid like this?
Soon, the Gray Robe understood why.
The leading Myron drew his melting sword and said in a calm tone, “Fire.”
The other Lars Knights readied their beam guns and began to open fire on the Avar soldiers.
The beam guns emitted a low buzzing sound in the air, followed by a searing beam striking the battlefield. The light cut through the air like a blade, instantly penetrating the Avar military formation.
The armor of the Avar soldiers melted directly. Some professionals raised their shields, but when the beams hit the shields, they exploded directly, sending powerful shockwaves that blasted the professionals along with the soldiers behind the shields into the air.
The soldiers picked up their firearms to retaliate, but the bullets fired at the Lars soldiers’ armor seemed as ineffective as raindrops. The Lars Knights turned their heads, looking at the plentiful firearms, and although their helmets bore no expression, it seemed they could sense a lingering doubt from the soldiers’ actions and demeanor, “Has it already come in?”
Only the spells of Avar’s professionals could have any impact on these hulking figures.
At this moment, the Gray Robe realized that the armor worn by these Lars Knights was adorned with luxuriously powerful enchantments. If these enchantments were laid out in Castia, they would be almost on the level of family heirlooms for nobles. No, perhaps even more exaggerated; this was truly legendary-level armor.
A few Avar professionals who had not fought against the Lars Knights naively rushed forward to engage with them. However, with the aid of Powered Armor, the knights simply drew their melting swords, and with a single blow, even if they didn’t cleave the professionals in half, the enormous force still smashed those overconfident professionals into the ground, unable to rise.
“Hmm… Wouldn’t a hammer be better for dealing with these tough guys?”
One of the Lars Knights mumbled while looking at the melting sword in hand.
Exaggerated; this was truly too exaggerated. The Gray Robe felt like they were witnessing a battle that belonged to a completely different world. The once invincible Avar army, even armed with the latest firearms, was being ravaged like toys by a dozen or so hulking figures.
Under the operation of beam guns and melting swords, blood was evaporated before it even had a chance to spray. Limbs and various fluids flew about on the battlefield, prompting the Gray Robe to immediately cover Rosalind’s eyes.
Yet the terrifying wails still reached Rosalind’s ears.
“National Master, did the elves win?”
Listening to those chilling screams, Rosalind tightly grasped the Gray Robe’s clothing; these elves were nothing like what she had imagined.
“Y-yes…”
The Gray Robe fell silent. This was no longer a matter of winning or losing; it was clearly a one-sided slaughter, much like how the Avar army had done to other countries in a magic-less environment.
No, it was even more outrageous.
The previously invincible Avar Officer was targeted amidst the chaos by Myron. Just a single impact relying on the thrust of Powered Armor and the force of Myron himself sent the Avar High-level Knight flying.
Once the Powered Armor was activated, the red light emanating from the helmet’s eyes felt like a warning from hell, staring intently at that officer.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you fight well last time? Don’t let me down!”
Myron shook his hand slightly, watching the High-level Knight with some disappointment. Since obtaining this custom-made Powered Armor, Myron had been looking for someone to fight. Once, that Avar High-level Knight had provoked Myron in the central border, leaving a twisted scar from Myron’s melting sword.
This time, Myron deliberately did not use any weapons, wanting to fight purely with strength, but that High-level Knight was fleeing, showing no intention to fight at all.
The Avar Officer collapsed to the ground, legs flailing in panic as they retreated. At that moment, they did not seem like a High-level Knight, but rather an ordinary soldier on the battlefield.
Unable to win, completely unable to win, faced with Myron in gigantic Powered Armor, they were a monster with strength and speed beyond common sense, a pure numerical anomaly.
The once equally High-level Avar Officer might have put up some resistance, but now Myron had utterly shattered their confidence and dignity.
“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me!”
The fleeing Avar Officer was once again elbowed down by Myron, who stepped on them as they lay on the ground.
The officer, who had previously been stepping over Rosalind, was now being trampled beneath Myron’s foot.
A deep sigh came from the red-lighted helmet: “It seems high-level professionals are ultimately just human. Once the idea of resistance is lost, their combat power is like this.”
With that disappointed remark, Myron drew his beam gun and pulled the trigger aimed at the officer’s head.
