Magic Industrial Age

On the northwestern part of the battlefield, beside a small river, a crowd had gathered.

Among them were knights, all guarding the perimeter, riding around to ensure there were no enemies within a kilometer.

There were also shield bearers, carrying towering shields, forming a protective circle around them.

It was practically announcing to everyone that important figures were present!

Indeed, Marquis Carlisle, shielded in the center, was a significant figure in the Duchy of Normandy.

However, at this moment, the esteemed marquis lacked any aristocratic composure; even his usual arrogance and ruthlessness were gone.

Instead, he resembled an anxious internet troll, constantly cursing at a magic mirror.

And the magic mirror reflected the overall situation of the battlefield!

When the half-dragon Herasvalger drew his arcane firearm, he was filled with anticipation, like a maiden longing for her lover.

But seeing Loya easily block the bullet turned that anticipation into disappointment.

As the half-dragon engaged directly, fighting fiercely with Loya, disappointment morphed into dread.

A third-tier transcendent being able to withstand a fourth-tier calamity was unbelievable.

Until Loya was threatened and forced to retreat northeast, his expression softened somewhat.

His curses became less venomous, even praising the half-dragon's intellect!

But when Loya revealed his true strength, confronting and battling the half-dragon head-on, seemingly holding his own,

various complaints, curses, and vile words poured forth uncontrollably.

Near the small river, all that could be heard was his undignified screaming, worse than a shrew in the marketplace!

However, upon witnessing the knightly melee, the steady retreat, and even many knights dropping their weapons and surrendering, he seemed choked, unable to utter another word.

He longed for the half-dragon to win, to kill the bastard earl, but only if his knightly order could hold!

Otherwise, the collapse, once started, would be like a dam riddled with ant nests, easily destroyed by a single rush.

Reluctantly, Marquis Carlisle made arrangements.

He ordered the surrounding knights to gather, charge, and support the battlefield!

He demanded they win the knightly battle, or at least delay long enough.

But as it turned out, he overestimated them!

The knights' intervention had some effect, but not enough to turn the tide.

Forced, Marquis Carlisle gritted his teeth and sent out the surrounding shield bearers as well.

These were powerful individuals he had carefully cultivated, wielding specially made shields capable of withstanding even a knight's charge.

By this point, Marquis Carlisle had few people left at his side.

Aside from the servants, there were only two mages, dedicated to providing magic for the magic mirror, their mana already depleted from prolonged use.

And a third-tier transcendent swordsman!

This was Marquis Carlisle's last line of defense, and he would not send them out under any circumstances.

Of course, though compelled by the situation, Marquis Carlisle genuinely doubted any assassin could find their way here, let alone target him.

So, he remained confident!

But in this world, the worst thing to do is set a flag, and before his thoughts could settle, an aura slash came surging in.

The third-tier transcendent guard reacted quickly, thrusting his sword into the ground, unleashing a powerful burst of aura that formed a shield, blocking the aura slash.

In the distance, a figure slowly approached.

Though seemingly slow, he exuded an overwhelming aura of killing intent, sending chills down the spine.

The newcomer seemed old, his hair half black, half white, his face deeply wrinkled, shrouded in an air of twilight.

But that didn't mean his sword was dull!

The newcomer was none other than Raymond Family's guard captain, Oliveira!

Throughout the great battle, his presence had been intermittent, his presence not strong, but he had always been Loya's most trusted and capable assistant.

His appearance here was no accident, but a premeditated plan.

Seeing only Oliveira appear, the guarding swordsman breathed a sigh of relief.

Both were third-tier transcendents, and he believed he still had a chance to fight, enough to protect Marquis Carlisle.

That was his thought, but in reality, when Oliveira attacked, he realized how ridiculous that thought was.

The sound of drumming heartbeats echoed, and ripples spread around Oliveira.

The gaze of that unknown behemoth caused the guarding swordsman's face to change drastically.

But what made him change even more was Oliveira's offensive, like a storm, with sword light and aura slashes interweaving, forcing the guarding swordsman to constantly retreat, parry, and defend.

Or, to output aura as much as possible to resist the damage!

But it was all in vain, and when Oliveira turned to face Marquis Carlisle, the guarding swordsman still wanted to step forward to stop him!

But his body no longer obeyed his commands!

What Marquis Carlisle saw was truly horrifying, the transcendent swordsman he had carefully selected, dismembered and scattered on the ground, cut into eight pieces.

Even more horrifying was that the person who had just done all this was still walking towards him.

At this moment, Marquis Carlisle truly panicked!

But he still tried to maintain the dignity of a marquis: "I admit you've won, your Raymond Family has won!

If you capture me, you'll get a lot of ransom, more than you can imagine!"

"Wait, why do you still have that expression? You want to kill me? I'm a great noble, you can't kill me, you can't!"

"This will cause trouble for that bastard, do you know how much turmoil will be caused by the unnatural death of a marquis?"

"You should let the bastard decide! I want to see him, I want to see Earl Raymond!"

"No, no, no, don't come over here, I was wrong, I shouldn't have started the war!"

"I don't want to die!"

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The short distance seemed to take an eternity as Oliveira walked slowly, very slowly, as if admiring Marquis Carlisle's ugly state.

Of course, Marquis Carlisle never gave up on saving himself!

So, in this short distance, he took out three teleportation scrolls, threw out five offensive scrolls of various types, and used four different magical items.

But the response he received was always Oliveira's aura slash.

Each time, it accurately destroyed the elemental balance, destroying all magic before it could take shape!

It was like destroying Marquis Carlisle's hope of escape bit by bit!

Even once, the teleportation scroll had already opened the teleportation gate, only a breath away, only a breath away, from being completely formed.

But Oliveira's sword was nailed to the teleportation gate, resulting in failure.

Until finally, Oliveira's sword rested on Marquis Carlisle's neck, he leaned slightly forward, approached Marquis Carlisle's ear, and said, "Earl Carl asked me to say hello to you, and look forward to meeting you in the River Styx!"

The fear in Marquis Carlisle's eyes was even greater, he wanted to say something, but Oliveira's sword had already slashed.

On that fat neck, a blood line suddenly appeared, and then, blood splattered like it didn't cost money.

Oliveira didn't dodge, he let the blood splatter on his face, making him look a little dazed.

Marquis Nolan Carlisle, the top figure in the Duchy of Normandy, the owner of noble blood, was so easily slit his throat!

At this moment, Oliveira had a strange thought in his heart.

It turns out that noble blood isn't much harder to kill than commoners?!

However, this was a fleeting thought, and he bent down again and cut off Marquis Carlisle's head!

So, a moment later, Marquis Carlisle's head, stuck on a wooden stick, appeared on the battlefield, shattering the confidence of all knights, shield bearers, militiamen, and all warriors.

They dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and prayed for a chance to live.

The mortal battlefield, thus, the war is over!

In the sky, the flame tornado, completely composed of flame aura and aura slashes, collided with the five large fireballs again.

This time, both the fireball and the flame tornado became shaky.

Obviously, these two were really fighting to a certain extent.

However, this time, the Timo mage did not attack again, but stared at the bottom.

After a long time, he said, "Marquis Carlisle is dead, this battle is meaningless to continue."

On the other side, the Pale Knight finally put down his dragon spear, and the whole person became exceptionally颓然, as if he had aged ten years at once.

After a long time, he said: "My Carlisle family can afford to lose, if this battle is lost, the ransom and compensation will be sent after the calculation is clear!

Carlisle will not default!"

"What about you?"

"I should return to the main family, but, don't be complacent, there will inevitably be a more powerful fourth-order guardian to come."

"That's none of your business, I hope, you can still see that day?"

The last battlefield.

After the cry of Carlisle is dead came with the wind, Loya also looked at the half-dragon Herasvalger and asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

Chapter 3, coded out, don't scold me!