“Didn’t escape?”
Halun asked in surprise the scout from the Demon Clan who specialized in Bloodline Magic.
“That’s right, the Sisterhood not only didn’t flee but seemed to be waiting for us with bated breath.”
The scout seemed to have doubts about this result as well, and even activated his Bloodline Magic to scout again to confirm.
“Heh, we’ve been observing for so long; there’s no way they could set up any traps under our noses. Brothers, let’s charge in directly.”
“Charge!”
The Demon Clan was simply spurred by Halun and continued to rush towards the Sisterhood.
On the Sisterhood’s side, the nuns had already put down their heavy satchels and strapped on tactical backpacks meant for combat, with chainsaw swords and shotguns hanging from the backpacks. In front of them stood a heavy large firearm that was most peculiar for its six barrels.
Moreover, this large firearm had no magazine, only a flexible hose connecting it to the tactical backpacks on the nuns’ backs.
Aside from that, there was no other weaponry, just the glint of red light flashing beneath their beaked masks.
“What is that?”
Antoine snapped back to his senses and looked at the peculiar heavy firearms in the hands of the nuns.
“Oh, that’s a Six PureGun.”
A Lars Knight next to Antoine answered this question.
“What? What a strange name!”
“How dare you! This is a name personally given by the Lord Governor!”
The Lars Knight angrily slapped the back of Antoine’s head, causing him to feel dizzy. By the time he regained his composure, the nuns had already taken formation.
Looking at the nuns in front of him, Antoine felt an overwhelming sense that the world had flipped upside down, with fully armed knights protecting ordinary people, while the nuns were preparing to charge forward to slay enemies.
“Can this really hold off the elite forces of the Demon Clan?”
Antoine’s face was filled with tension and unease; after all, we are dealing with the Demon Clan. If they can’t hold them off, being left with a complete corpse would be lucky, especially for traitors. He heard that the Demon Clan might capture people to conduct human experiments in their territory, which would be a fate worse than death.
“The Lord Governor has always enforced that Northerners do not fight Northerners.”
The Lars Knight next to Antoine began speaking about something seemingly unrelated.
“So, there are some not-so-humane things that the Lord Governor wouldn’t use against ‘our own people.'”
“We are just ordinary Lars Knights, while the nuns…”
Just as the Lars Knight was halfway through his sentence, the Demon Clan cavalry charging from afar was already visible.
“The nuns are the Lord Governor’s Royal Guards.”
Not far away, the warhorses of the Demon Clan were exhaling steam like white mist, their hoof beats like thunder shaking the earth. The faces of the Demon Clan were filled with confidence and fearlessness, as if an unstoppable torrent was about to crush everything.
This confidence did not come without reason; the frontline Demon Clan possessed defensive Bloodline Magic that could produce effects similar to a knight’s domain. With them around, ordinary firearms could not possibly break through the steel-like moving wall of the Demon Clan.
Moreover, these demons were well aware of the weaknesses of gunpowder weapons. Cannons were fine for besieging and defending cities, but in such a situation, even if the opponents had cannons, they couldn’t possibly hit the charging Demon Clan.
They had studied this carefully.
Just as the leading Halun was thinking this, within the temporary “position” constructed by the nuns, the “firearms” in their hands let out a deep rumble.
The rotating barrels quickly accelerated, and then fierce blue flames erupted, countless molten fire rays pouring down like rain upon the Demon cavalry.
“Hold fast! Hold fast!”
Halun immediately sensed something was wrong; the attack was too dense—was this really a firearm? Even the strongest firearms known to the Demon Clan as per intelligence didn’t have such exaggerated firepower compared to the resistance’s machine guns.
Although it was anticipated that Graywhite Territory would have stronger firearms, no one expected they would be armed with a bunch of nuns.
This was a downpour, a molten storm that harvested lives, in the literal sense.
The Demon who was using defense magic to cover the cavalry next to Halun, after taking damage for just a few seconds, immediately foamed at the mouth, not even having time to utter a last word, as the defense magic couldn’t be released before he fainted and fell off his horse.
Halun realized something was off and immediately slowed down, releasing his defensive Bloodline Magic.
The six PureGuns spitting blue flames kept harvesting the lives of the frontline cavalry. Many of the frontline Demon cavalry who used defensive Bloodline Magic fell off their horses before they even had time to close their shields, as the damage surpassed their thresholds.
At the same time, they were spasming on the ground, a standard manifestation of magic overload.
The warhorses that lost their protection screamed madly, going wild. They sensed the threat of death, losing control and running everywhere, with some even frantically spinning in place, trying to shake off this invisible enemy.
The originally orderly formation of the Demon Clan troops collapsed in an instant, limbs and severed arms flying in the air. From a distance, Antoine clearly watched this slaughter. Some splattered blood had not even reached the ground before being vaporized by the molten fire rays, leaving behind some unvaporized residues.
The moisture in the blood was utterly evaporated.
This was the first time Antoine regretted knowing the Eagle Eye technique; although it was the only magic he could perform, he wished he had never learned it.
Almost all six PureGuns showed signs of overheating at their muzzle ends; beneath the blue flames, the barrels were visibly glowing red, and some of the six PureGuns were already smoking and misfiring.
Seeing this, Flora immediately unhooked the hose connecting the six PureGuns to her tactical backpack, and the other nuns followed suit.
“Sisters, it’s time to offer our loyalty to the Goddess and the Lord Governor!”
“For the Goddess, for the Lord Governor!”
Flora and the other nuns drew their chainsaw swords and shotguns from their backpacks, with the patterns on their nun garments becoming increasingly clear. They charged forward like hungry wolves to clash with the remaining Demon cavalry.
Halun, who had been hiding at the back, felt immense joy seeing that terrifying weapon couldn’t be used, and immediately organized a counterattack. After all, even though they had lost most soldiers with defensive Bloodline Magic, Halun’s side still had a significant numerical advantage.
Although the cavalry charge had been devastated by the six PureGuns, the remaining Demon cavalry quickly rushed towards the nuns.
One Demon cavalryman steadied his warhorse and charged towards the Sisterhood. When he collided with a nun, it felt like running into an invisible iron wall.
This sensation isn’t right?! The cavalryman thought in shock.
The power these nuns possessed was definitely not ordinary enchantments.
Just as this Demon cavalryman managed to maintain his balance, avoiding falling off his horse, he saw a nun pulling out a shotgun aimed directly at him.
“Movement Barrier, kid.”
The nun pulled the trigger at the demon.
