Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 863 - 87: Steel and Flesh

"Such a mighty city will soon bear the flag of the Empire."

Across the abyss, heavy breathing emanated from beneath the steel faceplate.

The chief of the King’s Blade looked up at the towering city walls and towers on the "opposite shore," filled with immense pride.

If anyone on the British side was not too saddened by the Iron Duke’s death, it would be this Sir Smith.

After all, the original Iron Duke was still young. Although he was the Iron Duke’s second heir, ahead of him was the even younger Sir Geoffrey. Under normal circumstances, his succession would never be realized in this lifetime.

But now, not only had the Iron Duke fallen, but the first heir, the Chief of the King’s Shield, Sir Geoffrey, also perished. Therefore, he was rightfully the successor to the Iron Duke. As long as they won this battle, he could rise from a little-known noble to join the ranks of the most esteemed in the British Empire.

As for the Iron Duke’s Armor being destroyed, he considered it insignificant. As long as the Empire needed this banner, it would surely be rebuilt at all costs; it was merely a matter of waiting a few short years.

Boom—

Behind him, the artillery position at mid-mountain fired once again.

The artillery lit up the enemy’s city walls like blossoms from Hell.

An armored turret took a direct hit, but fortunately, it was not the enemy’s giant siege cannon. The shell bounced off the armor plate, exploding in mid-air.

Centurion Leon, hiding in the armored turret, aiming potshots at the enemy across, was startled, uttering a curse. He then fired a shot — but he only saw that leader-like figure on the opposite side tilt his shoulder without any effect.

"Even Fenrir Master’s ’Beast Hunter’ can’t cause damage?"

Leon patted his beloved gun, beginning to doubt if he had forgotten to load it with White Crystal Ammunition.

Across, Smith under the iron armor sneered. While King’s Blade primarily attacked rather than defended, since they were in a siege fight, they saw no need to stubbornly adhere to tradition. Last night, he ordered his soldiers to replace their armor with the spare armor of the King’s Shield — after all, those unlucky fellows couldn’t use it.

Taking advantage of the suppression of the enemy’s fort cannons by their own firepower, Sir Smith’s back armor split, revealing massive flame thrusters.

With his order, dozens of the King’s Blade squad flew towards the city head under the boost of flames.

Following them were more than a dozen casters, all chanting spells together. Snow and ice accumulated at their feet, forming bridges to the opposite side. Hundreds of armored infantry and Holy Knights stepped onto the icy bridges, charging forward.

Boom—

The Texas defenders started to counterattack. Hidden within the armor plates, the powerful fort cannon took down the icy bridge with a single shot, sending over a dozen armored infantry plummeting into the abyss below.

"Quick, speed up!"

Colonel Smith felt his scalp tingle, questioning if his armor could withstand such firepower. Apart from the late Iron Duke, no single weapon could resist this kind of giant cannon.

These iron-clad monsters flying in the air became easy targets for the Texans. They found it difficult to effectively dodge in mid-air, relying only on their sturdy armor, but the Texans quickly brought out small-caliber cannons. Occasionally, a hapless one was hit by artillery and fell into the abyss.

Boom—

The British Army immediately launched suppressive fire, using temporary cover to shoot at the city head while calling for artillery support from the rear, making the city head’s firepower visibly sparse.

As the King’s Blade finally neared the city walls, they looked up only to see a shower of grenades raining down. They could not comprehend how the Texans managed such a counterstrike under artillery cover.

Colonel Smith barely had time to curse before a force struck him, with countless shrapnel raining on his armor, sending him plummeting towards the abyss like a cannonball.

"These self-righteous iron-clad monsters."

On the city wall, under a barrage of artillery fire, Leon and his unharmed guards smirked through the crenels at the fallen foes. The British artillery was indeed fierce; anyone facing such an onslaught would retreat into the bunker.

With the narrow firing angle of the bunker, merely having a gun barrel out to retaliate was good enough; powerful counterattacks were impossible.

They managed to do so thanks to the Mirror Array set by Furinji, allowing the defenders of this wall to hide within Furin’s Blood Domain to evade enemy artillery, only to strike back immediately after the enemy fired.

Splat—

An iron hand suddenly clasped the edge of the city wall, and a Texas soldier guarding the spot unhesitatingly picked up an iron hammer to smash the hand, but before the hammer could fall, it was seized by another iron hand.

Colonel Smith’s heart was filled with anger at this moment. He had finally climbed up this damned city wall. Next, it was time to make these lowly Texans pay the price.

Slash—

The buzzing sound of the chainsaw sword echoed, and the Texas soldier in front was split in half, bones, blood, and flesh flying — thereafter, an enraged roar rang out.

What appeared before Colonel Smith was a monster covered in red and black scale armor, with a mouth full of sinister fangs, resembling both a dragon and a human.

At first, he was shocked, but quickly calmed down; although the monster’s scale armor was similar to that of a demon dragon, their size differed greatly, definitely not the same species — it looked more like the legend’s dragon offspring, those whose planted dragon teeth yielded a slew of dragon-tooth soldiers.

The monster opened its blood-red maw, fire gathering within; its posture was just like that of the demon dragon resembling Satan from yesterday!

The terrifying memory prevented Smith from underestimating the monster again, hastily dodging aside, only to discover that the creature merely released a fireball, then gripped a two-handed greatsword and charged forward in large strides.

Its pale golden vertical pupils seemed to display a trace of mockery, inciting Smith to raise his chainsaw sword angrily and slash it down vigorously.

Though Baron Charlie was Losa’s first retainer, he only matched the level of an elite centurion, his strength akin to Hans and Venezia, but while he had the brute force, he lacked the battle experience, falling a step behind both of them, and was in no way an opponent for this top-tier King’s Blade.

But as the chainsaw sword was about to sever Baron Charlie’s sword blade, a gray wolf shadow struck Colonel Smith, sending him flying, the two massive beings tumbling and grappling across the city wall.

Shortly thereafter, more King’s Blades followed Colonel Smith, ascending the city wall. Though they appeared rather disheveled, only a few had truly fallen into the abyss.

The others, even if blasted away, mostly clung to the rock face, the city wall, relying on the steam armor’s tremendous power to forcibly climb up the city wall; even as mass-produced models, they were formidable derivatives of the Iron Duke series that even Losa found extremely troublesome, their defense astoundingly high.

Leon and more than ten pure-blood werewolves suddenly howled in unison.

Amidst the open space on the city wall, blood shadows flickered, Kurs, Venezia, Hans, along with over ten elite centurions, were all transported to this section of the wall.

Venezia, frustrated for a long time without getting a chance to strike, turned into a massive werewolf and initiated an attack without uttering a word. Hans sighed inwardly but could only follow closely behind to attack.

"Even the old clan leader is charging, brothers, let’s go together!"

The two sides clashed in an instant, the entire segment of the city wall turned into a meat grinder, steel, flesh, and bones flying, with the werewolves barely holding even against the steel creations with their formidable physique and abnormal regenerative ability.

On the other side of the wall, the situation was less optimistic.

The first to mount the wall were the enemy’s holy knights, these fanatic holy warriors wielded holy objects worshiped in various churches, extremely effective against dark creatures, advancing step by step protecting the clergy casting divine arts.

Clang—

A golden long spear pierced the ground before the holy knight at the forefront.

Behind, vaguely shrouded in a pair of light wings, a female knight stood on the spear’s tail, overlooking the holy knights before her from above.

"Knight of Radiance!"

Someone exclaimed.

Such powerful, majestic, and bright divine radiance, the identity of the newcomer was self-evident.

"Holy Spear Gungnir! Damn Frenchmen, damn heretic witch!"

Behind the holy knight’s ranks.

The Grand Master of the Saint George’s Knight Order roared in fury. Upon hearing that the long-lost Knight of Radiance from the Holy Knight Order had led some Frankish holy knights to join the Texans, he was thunderously enraged.

But all this was nothing compared to the fire in his heart when he personally witnessed that sacred artifact, brilliantly radiant, pointing towards them to protect the darkness.