Magic Industrial Age

It's hard to describe Count Wick's mood at this moment. He was just one step away, truly just one step away, but it caused everything he had done before—all the losses, all the deaths—to be in vain!

Therefore, facing Loye's smile, that extremely mocking smile, he went crazy.

His fat body jumped up directly, and his furious voice resounded across the position: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them all back!"

"If we can't take this Frost Moon Canyon today, everyone will die, everyone must die!"

"Artillery, artillery, blast him to death, quickly!"

Count Wick grabbed a magic gunslinger by the neck, his man-eating gaze almost causing the young man to collapse to the ground.

He stammered, "But above, above, there are still many knight lords, there will be friendly fire, friendly fire!"

"I told you to fire, fire, do you hear me?"

"If you don't fire, I'll kill you first!"

As if someone really heard his order, behind Loye, a figure appeared silently.

It was the shadow assassin, one of the three transcendents of the Wick family.

The noisy battlefield was already chaotic, not to mention he was an assassin walking in the shadows. In a flash, he appeared behind Loye.

A bluish dagger stabbed out, aiming straight for Loye's heart.

This strike embodied the essence of depth, speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. It was also silent. Even this person's face showed a hint of smugness.

But the next second, his hand was clamped by another hand.

Loye slightly turned his head, staring at the shadow assassin, his expression becoming more playful.

At this moment, the dark night assassin no longer cared about anything else. Grayish battle aura erupted, trying to break free.

But along with his battle aura's eruption, an even more powerful golden-red battle aura bloomed.

In an extremely small space, the competition between two battle auras tests the quantity and quality of the battle aura. The weaker one will be exposed!

Originally, this dark night assassin was very confident. After all, Loye's age was right there. Being able to break through to transcendence was already amazing.

But if, after breaking through, he could still accumulate enough thick battle aura, that would be unreasonable.

In fact, Loye's total battle aura is indeed inferior to his opponent's. He hasn't broken through for many days.

But in terms of quality, the twice-pure battle aura is not a joke.

The light of the battle aura flourished, golden-red and gray intertwined, collided, and contended…

But in just a few breaths, the shadow assassin's face changed drastically. Even if he tried his best to mobilize his battle aura, the golden-red light still spread, directly suppressing the gray battle aura.

At this moment, the dark night assassin knew he couldn't wait any longer. He raised his hand and grabbed a hand crossbow with his left hand, preparing to aim at Loye.

But Loye's speed was much faster than his. Before the hand crossbow could be raised, Loye suddenly exerted force with one hand.

Therefore, the people on the war-torn ruins and the people on the artillery positions all saw an amazing scene, and they were all stunned!

The powerful shadow assassin, without the slightest resistance, rotated in the air, transforming into a human windmill.

In a very short time, no one knew how many circles he turned. And this dark night assassin's body had excellent flexibility, actually forming a circle.

Also in the dazed gazes of the crowd, Loye seemed to lose interest, and casually threw him out.

The dark night assassin was thrown into the air, thrown towards the artillery position.

While in the air, although he was still a little confused, his majestic battle aura had already erupted.

Dark gray light suddenly bloomed, as if darkness permeated the sky, becoming a shadow.

But it was all too late!

Loye watched, finally pressing his hand on the sword hilt. In an instant of force, with a hum, Mach rings and golden-red battle aura intertwined.

At this moment, Loye slashed out a sword, a seemingly casual sword, but the sword light was blazing, transforming into ten battle aura blades, tearing through the air, and then sweeping across.

—Transcendent Combat Skill, Gale Ten Slashes!

"No!"

This was the dark night assassin's last roar, full of unwillingness and despair.

Then, he was dismembered in the air by ten battle aura blades.

Thus, the broken limbs mixed with blood scattered down, drizzling, like rain!

Because of the distance, his corpse naturally did not fall on the artillery position, but it was right in front of them.

Count Wick watched, staring blankly, his throat moved, but like a strangled rooster, he could no longer utter any sound.

However, war never stops because of his hesitation.

The sound of horses' hooves rang out. Beside Loye, knights showed their figures.

They rode tall horses, wearing knight armor, already stained with blood, holding their weapons high, condescending, as if looking at a group of ants.

Loye didn't speak, and there was no need to say more. He just waited for the knights to gather, and once again raised the Dawn Rapier.

"My lion knights, are you willing to follow me in another wave of assault?"

The knights were in high spirits, roaring in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Thus, Loye took the lead and rushed out.

Behind him, in teams of three knights, teams followed, like a tide, charging down the slope.

This time, Loye did not hold back. The battle aura around him erupted, and the golden-red light enveloped the warhorse under him, with a majestic aura, lingering non-stop.

This time, Loye waved the Dawn in his hand.

Although it was not a knight's greatsword, at the transcendent level, the length of the weapon had been compensated to a certain extent.

The battle aura cut through the road, and wherever the golden-red aura blades passed, those who had not been able to escape were beheaded.

Some died quickly, that's all, some who were cut in half were still wailing there.

But in just a few breaths, they were trampled to death by horses' hooves!

The strongest moment for a knight is always on the road to charge, and this moment is fully reflected.

At this moment, Count Wick finally reacted. He almost roared, "Fire! Fire for me!"

His roar awakened the magic gunslingers who were still in a trance. They hurriedly adjusted their angles and loaded shells.

But before they could activate the magic energy cannons, they heard the sound of 'bang! bang! bang!'

Loye pulled out his magic energy firearm, Fury, and his hard-trained gun skills showed extreme precision at this moment.

From a high position, three shots, accurately blasting the heads of three magic gunslingers.

A cloud of blood mist exploded from the back of their heads, and bullets flew around.

The softly fallen magic gunslingers scared the other magic gunslingers, and they hid everywhere.

With such a dodge, their movements slowed down. With this slowness, the lion knights had already arrived nearby.

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At this moment, Count Wick thought he was going to die here. Fortunately, Daisy Wick reacted faster beside him.

She directly grabbed her grandfather, mounted her warhorse, and fled backwards desperately.

The direction she fled was naturally where the military camp was located. As they fled, others naturally ignored everything and followed them.

Thus, there were no more obstacles on the road to charge, only constant slashing!

It is worth mentioning that the six magic energy cannons still blocked the road.

Those fleeing could move their bodies to the side and pass through the gaps, but the warhorses could not.

Loye looked at Count Wick who was leaving, and finally chose not to pursue the desperate enemy.

He moved his mind, and the speed of the knights' charge slowed down, and instead began to harvest those who had failed to escape.

This time, it was no longer a complete massacre, but to capture those who could be captured. If they were seriously injured, they would give them a final blow.

On the warhorse,

Count Wick, who was placed behind, turned his head and glanced. The previous madness was gone from his face, but instead he looked very calm.

Only his eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Inside the military camp, inside an ordinary-looking magic tent.

The erected magic mirror clearly reflected the entire battlefield.

Two magicians, because of the long-term maintenance, were deficient in magic power, and their faces were ugly.

But they still tried their best to squeeze the last bit of magic power, not daring to relax in the slightest.

The reason is simple, the face of Marquis Carlisle in front of the magic mirror was extremely ugly, the erected eyebrows were like knife edges, and his eyes seemed to spew fire.

The cigar that he never left his hand was crushed and thrown on the ground, and his heavy breathing was like a bull fighting.

Beside him, the old fourth-order Cataclysm Knight also had a solemn face, and there was even some disbelief in his eyes.

Even the fourth-order Cataclysm Mage Timo, although still sitting there, was also looking over.

Seeing that the two mages really couldn't maintain the magic power infusion, he took action, and with a casual point, the rippling magic power lifted the magic mirror.

Moreover, because of the quality of magic power, the reflected image became clearer.

At this moment, the old knight finally opened his mouth: "【Lion King Title】, this must be the Raymond family's secret holy skill 【Lion King Title】!"

"With the quality of the Lion Knight Regiment, a group of second-order knights, it is impossible to achieve such a record!"

"And their mounts, although they have some demonic beast blood, they are only mixed breeds, and more physical endurance is nothing. But just now, they were as agile as demonic beast cliff rock sheep.

All of this doesn't make sense, the only possibility is that the illegitimate child has cultivated the Lion King's secret holy skill, 【Lion King Title】!"

"Lion! King! Title!"

Marquis Carlisle almost spit out these four words word by word, his gritted teeth made him, who was already fierce-looking, look even more hideous.

"I didn't expect that bastard Carl, died, died, actually got such a son, simply, simply..., pissed me off!"

Suddenly turning his head, he stared at the old knight and asked, "Do you think, in the noble war, what are Count Wick's chances of winning?"

The old knight hesitated for a moment, then shook his head without hesitation: "None at all!"

"【Lion King Title】 is known as a battlefield divine skill, every generation of Lion Kings can lead the Knight Regiment across the world, invincible!"

"Even if the current Lion Knight Regiment is still far behind, it is not comparable to the Wick family's trash!"

"What if we add our many arrangements? Can we win?"

"This, I'm not sure either!"

"Without full assurance, absolutely not, I have to think of a way, think of a way."

Marquis Carlisle said this, and then looked at the Timo mage on the side, and said, "I'll write a few more letters, please help me send them!"

"You write, I'll cast the spell!"

I'm having some writer's block, let me think about it, I'll continue to add more tomorrow!