The high-level professionals under An Zhu did not know why the morale of the Cape soldiers suddenly recovered, but those massive armored Lars Knights were nothing more than large tin cans in the eyes of the high-level professionals.
Although those Lars were also professionals, there were still differences among professionals.
Since ancient times, it has always been the powerful professionals who determined the course of war, that has never changed.
When a high-level knight saw these Lars Knights, he actively charged forward. With such huge armor, these high-level knights also wanted to peel it off and try it on for themselves to see what it felt like.
However, when a high-level knight used a charge skill to collide with a Lars Knight, he was taken aback. Why did it feel somewhat off?
The Lars Knight was knocked back, but it didn’t result in the high-level knight imagining chaos. Instead, a red light burst forth from the helmet, and they began to grapple with the high-level knight.
The armor of these Lars Knights shone with red light, and in an instant their speed increased by about three times, like a group of unstoppable wild bulls surging toward the nearby high-level mage.
Unlike ordinary foot soldiers, the high-level mage’s sweeping magic didn’t affect these Lars Knights at all. Not to mention, the individual firepower of these Lars Knights was not inferior to that of these high-level professionals.
In an instant, the frontline battlefield was forcibly clawed back by these Lars Knights.
“Don’t panic! Follow the original plan and work with the high-level professionals to encircle these Lars Knights!”
With this command in the mental network, An Zhu’s gene warriors quickly gathered to prepare to support the high-level professionals from the side, using specialized magic and cannons to block the entry of these Lars Knights.
But at that moment, these An Zhu gene warriors seemed to suddenly lose connection, staring at each other in confusion. Not far away, some Lantern Dream Sister and priests also joined the battlefield, and this specialized unit targeting consciousness caused An Zhu’s situation to turn sharply.
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Just two days ago, Myron was still following the army in the Black Fog to clear out the Demon Clan, hunting those tall Demon God offspring. Now, he had already arrived on the battlefield at the Southern Border by train.
The abrupt change made Myron feel somewhat dazed.
However, on the battlefield, Myron saw many familiar faces, though those familiar faces didn’t seem to recognize him.
Myron took a step forward, and the powered armor glowed red as he got close to a high-level knight, and soon they were tangled up in a fight.
“Long time no see, Angus.”
Hearing the somewhat distorted voice coming from the powered armor, the high-level knight opposite him exclaimed in shock, “Myron? You joined Cape? What about Sidney?”
With a slash, Myron swiftly cut a crack into the shield of the opposing high-level knight and quickly grabbed hold of him.
“Sidney is back there doing research. I don’t know what he’s working on, but at least he looks quite excited.”
“You really hit hard!”
The high-level knight named Angus tried to kick Myron away to break free from the grip, but found that Myron didn’t budge at all when kicked.
“This armor is not that simple. Give up.”
Both sides were very clear about each other’s abilities, especially when Angus kicked a few more times and realized he couldn’t move Myron, he gave up resisting.
High-level professionals mostly operated in towers, and many of them knew each other; encountering one another wouldn’t lead to epic battles as in stories, but rather it would be more restrained.
Angus quickly became the first high-level professional captured on the battlefield.
However, Angus himself seemed indifferent, or rather, he seemed to have assessed both sides’ abilities and voluntarily surrendered. After all, it was most important for high-level professionals to preserve their strength and keep their cards hidden. As for loyalty? Just cutting down grass was enough to justify the military pay issued by Alberto. It isn’t simple for a high-level professional to sell their life above ordinary folks.
Although Cape was on high alert, Angus felt that since he was Myron’s friend, he wouldn’t be treated too harshly.
Normally, someone at his level wouldn’t even be received directly by the governor.
But Cape’s indifference toward Angus’s capture left him quite disappointed, as if this was how it should be.
When Myron handed him a cup of water after removing his helmet, Angus, somewhat pouting from feeling unvalued, said, “I won’t easily betray my employer. I won’t say a word about An Zhu’s intel.”
However, when Angus drank from that cup of water, he was taken aback; it was warm? And seemed to be sugary water.
“Do the soldiers all drink this kind?”
Before Myron could respond, Angus began to inquire.
“Of course, the military pays great attention to hygiene and management and won’t drink raw water.”
Actually, Lind wanted to create Happy Water, after all, Happy Water could be considered a strategic resource during wartime. Lind promised it was definitely not just for his own enjoyment.
Lilith also fully supported this and stated it was for the soldiers’ well-being, definitely not just for her and Brother to enjoy.
But unfortunately, despite overcoming many challenges and even making potato chips for Tia, Happy Water never turned out right; they could only temporarily use ordinary sugary water as a substitute.
Looking at the sugary water in his hand, Angus was somewhat silent. As high-level professionals, both he and Myron were no longer young in actual age.
“When we joined the military in the past, did we have this kind of water to drink?”
Seeing Myron reluctant to speak, Angus broke the silence himself.
Not every high-level professional was born a high-level one. Myron and Angus had both spent time in the military as young men; in fact, nearly every high-level professional had been contracted to various armies before entering the Tower.
“If you want to drink it, you can still get it,” Myron finished the sugary water in his hand.
“After all, we were geniuses back then; this kind of sugary water is just a bit more expensive.”
“But ordinary soldiers don’t get such treatment.”
Angus muttered, then asked, “So, how do you plan to handle me?”
Angus didn’t really resemble a prisoner, after all, for a high-level professional of his level, would the governor really chop him down in a moment of impulse?
Even if that governor didn’t exchange him for benefits, letting Alberto pay to redeem him would ensure he wasn’t killed.
If they really killed him, it probably wouldn’t just be Angus who didn’t expect it, even Alberto might not foresee it, likely even Myron wouldn’t think so.
Has history ever had instances of catching important generals from the other side and promptly executing them?
Myron tapped on his powered armor’s chest piece and asked, “Want to wear it?”
Angus swallowed, realizing during their fight that Myron’s powered armor did look quite cool; the aesthetics of those joints were practically within Angus’s ideal preferences.
Not to mention that such armor, evidently providing significant enhancement effects for high-level knights, was more like divine-grade equipment than just a magical artifact.
“Average.”
Angus scoffed, turning his head, but his eyes were still fixated on the powered armor.
“Hehe, this was specially customized for me by the governor, do you have one?”
“It’s just a piece of scrap metal. Add a little enchantment and a power device; what’s so special about it?”
“This was directly equipped for me by the governor; do you have that?”
“This armor is big and ugly; they all look the same…”
“No, no, no. Although every set of armor looks quite similar, there are many customizable modules, and each Lars Knight’s armor is unique!”
Myron’s tone sounded like he was flaunting, continuously poking at Angus.
“This was specially customized for me by the governor, do you have a customized powered armor like this?”
After saying that, Myron opened his shoulder pad, revealing a small ice compartment inside, from which he took out a chilled potion and handed it to Angus.
“Just say whether you have one!”
“Are you crazy?!”
Angus couldn’t take it anymore but still accepted the potion Myron handed over and took a sip. After the first sip, Angus’s eyes lit up: “Hmm… what is this potion? So many bubbles, but it tastes pretty good?”
“Made by a military doctor; it’s mainly for refreshing and replenishing energy. The chilled version tastes better.”
