Chapter 104: The Battlefield and Death

The extraordinary knights gathered atop the city walls faced a relentless barrage of rocket launcher fire. Their battle formation wavered, teetering on the brink of collapse, but ultimately held firm.

The legion knights excelled at turning weakness into strength, connecting the power of countless individuals to form an overwhelming force.

Continuous attacks rained down from above, forcing the knights to keep their heads bowed, helplessly watching as strange iron beasts descended upon them.

At the same time, a peculiar drowsiness swept over them, disrupting their spiritual energy.

The knight commander, observing the unending assault overhead, made a swift decision: “We must abandon the walls and take refuge inside the castle!”

“Disband the formation, retreat!”

Leading by example, the commander severed the connection first, dissolving the defensive formation that shielded them all. Though seemingly reckless, this was a wise choice.

Breaking the formation exposed everyone to the enemy’s bizarre attacks, causing immediate casualties. However, the formation had its limits—once pushed beyond a critical point, it would shatter. The commander could not predict how long the enemy’s assault would last or if the formation could endure.

If it held, that would be fortunate. But if the formation broke, the spiritual shockwave from its collapse would leave them vulnerable, their ability to resist temporarily lost—time that would cost them their lives. Better to withdraw now, preserve their strength.

With the formation dissolved, the knights leapt from the walls like dumplings dropping into boiling water. Rocket shells landed among the crowd in quick succession, flames raging and shockwaves tossing a dozen men into the air. Yet more fled toward the castle’s interior.

Meanwhile, one of the iron beasts had already descended upon the castle. From its belly, it released a strange cable, down which figures slid gracefully.

Six squads, numbered 4 to 9, landed on the four sides of the castle walls. Fully armed soldiers leaned on each other, advancing cautiously step by step, guns raised to kill the remaining knights on the walls.

“You monsters, die!” a knight roared, eyes blazing red with fury. His spiritual energy surged, a pale yellow shield shimmering over his body.

“Attack!”

Before them stood enemies cloaked in black, humanoid but grotesque — eyes larger than fists, a bizarre nose riddled with holes, like demons from legend.

The strange drowsiness, the sudden onslaught, the warnings from their spiritual sense, and the fear of the unknown—all these negative emotions intertwined, unsettling the knights’ spirits.

Facing the charging extraordinary knights, the six-man squads did not hesitate to pull their triggers. Sparks flew as bullets poured out in a torrent.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Bullets struck the shields with a crackling sound; within three seconds, the shields were riddled with cracks.

Fear filled the knights’ eyes. Time seemed to slow as strange objects hurtled toward them.

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