Chapter 432: 47 chapters A Rider Worth a Thousand

The burly power armor stood on the battlefield, its twisted steel surface marked with scorches, the knight inside already dead, his body slumped on the ground, propped up by the metal support at his groin, his head drooping as if he were in deep sleep.

The soldiers under this knight, under the bombardment of cannon fire, were completely torn apart, their bodies scattered across dried pools of blood on the battlefield.

In the distance, cannons roared endlessly, thunder and fire continued, clearly bombarding the Empire’s mortar positions across the trench.

The Empire, of course, retaliated with mortars, but due to the shorter range, the gunners had to rush into the firing range of the Temple Knights and hurriedly set up to fire, thus they were almost completely suppressed in terms of firepower by the Temple Knights.

To truly destroy this position, a charge with bayonets was necessary.

Thus, the world’s ironic truth revealed itself: bayonets could actually match cannons.

The reason is simple, traditional firearm weapons are designed based on the physique of ordinary humans.

They never considered the possibility of “blocking bullets with flesh” or “dodging cannon fire with an instant step.”

Against the physically enhanced Transcendents, technological weapons need specific modifications to ensure effectiveness, such as making the ammunition faster or increasing the range of the blast, among others.

In any case, it leads to an increase in research and development costs as well as manufacturing. In this regard, Church Court already had long-term research results, but currently, the corresponding weapons production lines haven’t been restored due to Magic Tide.

As long as those troublesome things don’t come into play, Aske still had a way to handle the current heavy smoothbore mortars alone.

He took one last look at the distant position, then…

Suddenly dashed out!

Almost instantly, his speed reached its peak, and even those in the prepared trenches could scarcely see his blurred, elongated figure.

“Wow! Squad Leader is so fast!” Mia exclaimed excitedly, “This speed… Peggy, can you do it?”

Peggy also shook her head full of admiration. After advancing to Bloodline Completion at Lv.10, her full speed was actually higher than this, yet like Aske’s ability to burst to full speed in an instant as if shot from a bullet, she currently couldn’t achieve that.

That required extremely refined skills in explosive power.

The distant Temple Knights’ position almost immediately noticed this uninvited guest, and two prepared mortars quickly rotated their barrels, adjusting their aim.

Killed him!

The cannon flames roared and surged, blasting the land where the afterimage was into the air, thick black smoke billowing upwards.

However, the black smoke was instantly split to both sides, like the sea surface cut by a speedboat, as the figure burst from the smoke, continuing to accelerate unharmed, covering a quarter of the distance in just tens of seconds.

The cannon fire still roared incessantly, more cannon barrels were being lowered, aiming at the rapidly approaching enemy. Clearly, compared to the Empire’s artillery gunners continuously probing and attacking from afar, this enemy swiftly closing in was considered more threatening.

Simultaneously, countless gun barrels were also set up on the shelters. Sniper rifles, automatic machine guns, and grenade launchers poured various types of ammunition towards the distant figure.

Saturated bombardment.

Under the barrage of death, the figure began to change direction with even higher mobility. He first rapidly turned towards the front right, shaking off most of the bullets behind him, then, ignoring inertia, suddenly turned left 90 degrees, diagonally cutting through the second wave of bullets.

The direction he cut into was precisely the weak point of the entire barrage, where only a few bullets were fired at his body, and they were then precisely split by his longsword.

At the sight of this scene, the brains of most of the Temple Knights nearly crashed.

To be honest, Transcendents with high speed aren’t terrifying because no matter how fast, they can’t traverse such long distances in a short time, therefore always giving the Temple Knights room for reaction and attacks.

Unless it’s the unseeable speed of light, speed alone isn’t useful. As long as the trajectory and lead time of the opponent’s movement are accurately calculated, then covering with a saturated barrage of firepower can usually kill the opponent on the spot.

However, the freak that the Temple Knights faced at this moment was not just a problem of speed, but more grotesquely, that ability to stop and turn direction abruptly, ignoring inertia. One second he was running to the right, the next second he shifted to the left.

This made calculating his moving trajectory and lead time completely impossible.

This ability to ignore inertia and acceleration had a name in the Church Court’s archives — “Reflex Charge”, a profound technique belonging to the Ilanian Assassin Organization.

Could this person be a White-clothed Assassin?

No! That guy was… As the figure closed in within 400 meters, the moment the Temple Knights saw the face of the newcomer, layers of fear surged up from the depths of their memories like a nightmare.

It was that Pale Blue Sword Saint!!

“Chief succeeded!” Watching Aske successfully break into the cover, Nuremberg and Hans immediately got up and grasped their swords. “Richartnal Knights!”

“Present!” the swordsmen called out in unison.

“Charge with me!”

The uniform sound of drawing swords rose, and the swordsmen collectively leapt out of the trench to join the second wave of the charge.

“Let us get ready too,” Thira turned back and applied the Light Body Skill to Nora, Medea, and herself.

The original tactic agreed upon by everyone was: Aske would charge into the position first, destroying the cannons while disrupting the sightline; the Richartnal Knights would then emerge from the trenches in the second wave since they were high-rank physical Transcendents and possessed a basic resistance to normal bullets.

Once the swordsmen had crossed halfway, the Holy Temple Knights could no longer continue to block the passage, then the girls would launch a final attack, entering the battlefield as a decisive strike.

At this moment, the swordsmen had already rushed out of the trenches while the distant Temple Knights fell into chaos due to the sudden assault.

A few Temple Knights swung their swords trying to get close, then were swept away by the long spears. Many more Temple Knights held tight onto their triggers, the muzzles frantically chasing Aske as they fired.

To put it in the player’s language, it was like “using up a whole magazine without even knowing who they were aiming at”.

Aske moved as fast as lightning, gracefully slipping between the Temple Knights, making it impossible for their gun barrels to lock onto his form. Sometimes, he would rapidly approach the heavy mortars near the shields, shearing the barrels clean off as if they were made of tofu.

Some Temple Knights, finally noticing the swordsmen charging from afar, had just adjusted their sniper rifles when their forearms vanished into thin air… The “Pale Blue Sword Saint”, who was orchestrating a massive slaughter within the position, never relaxed his scanning of the entire field. Whenever anyone raised their gun muzzle aiming from afar, he seized the critical moment to fire, precisely breaking their arms, with control of timing and angles that was infuriating to behold.

In this manner, Aske, with his own strength, utterly destroyed all mortars within the position and held off the majority of the Temple Knights for nearly over two minutes.

As the Richartnal Knights reached the position, the war situation began to slide in the predetermined direction.