Blue Sword

"Everyone conducts self-examination and reports promptly if they are injured."

"Nora, use the ability of life sequence to check whether it is contaminated with anti-life radiation dust."

"Sheila, cooperate with Nora to use the breeze to wash away these radioactive dust."

Following a series of orders, everyone in Cang Qing Sword began to clean the dust from their bodies.

Although everyone was shocked, after all, they had been lying on the ground for so long and their emotions were almost digested.

"Where shall we go next?" Eleanor asked. "To Medea?"

If it were on the game map of the previous life, Askew would definitely say "no".

After all, enemies in the distance can also see such a large AOE animation.

If the other party gets there first and then lays down an ambush to set up a reinforcement, it won't be too miserable for us, okay?

However, in this world, Asker cannot give such an order, because the negative impact of "not saving someone" on the team is much more serious than being ambushed by the enemy.

So he could only order everyone to pay attention to the dangers around them and move cautiously towards the center of the explosion.

The deeper you go, the more clearly you can see the power of the explosion.

The soil was melted into an asphalt-like substance, and the originally flat concrete wall was covered with large and small drop-shaped lumps like melted butter blocks.

A corpse in power armor was displayed nearby. The lower body had completely melted and merged with the black ground beneath its feet. The exoskeleton armor on the upper body had also been twisted, radiating golden-red heat outwards, as if it had just been taken out of a furnace. The luster of steel.

Everyone continued to move forward and arrived at the center of the explosion. They saw the remains of more power armored knights, standing quietly around the center of the explosion. The knights' retinues were not protected by armor, and there were no bones left at this time.

Underneath the collapsed building was a downward funnel-shaped cavity, exuding an unpleasant smell of coke and light blue smoke.

"She...couldn't she be dead?" Eleanor stared at the center of the hole and said in shock.

Ask didn't answer, just stared at the hole without saying a word.

After a while, a hard coughing sound came from below:

"I won't die even if you die! Persian cat!"

A certain red-haired head covered in sewage struggled to pull half of his body out from under the hole, panting tiredly.

Medea.

There seemed to be a sewer directly below her. She had to immerse her whole body in the sewage inside to save her life from the series of explosions and high temperatures.

Hildafa and Eleanor quickly jumped down into the funnel pit and pulled her out from left to right.

"How do you feel?" Ask asked, squatting next to her.

"Apart from this, can't you say some words of comfort?" Medea lay flat on the ground, letting Nora treat her, her chest rising and falling slightly.

"I mean, your perverted sub-personality should have taken the initiative to communicate with you this time, right?" Ask continued, "How do you get along? How does she make you feel?"

Medea was a little absent-minded after hearing this and stared blankly at the sky.

"It sucks," she said.

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"She can't go far!" Alfred said with a livid face in the marching Crusader Knights. "Such flames... will definitely greatly overdraw her spirituality! Her current condition must be very bad!"

"We have received information that another team has infiltrated from the north." Viscount Joel Grafford, King Boniface's sword guard, said, "Maybe they are here to rescue this one."

"So what!" Alfred sneered, "We just happened to catch them all!"

If all the monsters here this time are monsters like that mage, then if we go like this, we will be in trouble... Such a thought came to Joel's mind.

However, he soon smiled and shook his head. If this was really the case, then this team would have been thrown into the battlefield from the beginning, instead of waiting for the mage to risk his life and use his ultimate move, leaving him half dead before rushing in in a panic.

Besides, that team seemed to have less than ten people, and the Crusaders dispatched three times as many people as them. They were all power armor knights who had experienced hundreds of battles. Naturally, they had no reason to be afraid of the opponent before the battle.

Alfred was still urging impatiently, and while Joel echoed the other's words, he ordered everyone to speed up the march. He knew in his heart that the reason for Alfred's urgency was because more than a dozen elite knights were buried in the sea of ​​fire.

In the Crusader Kingdom, human life is the cheapest, after all, there is a steady stream of Western pilgrims to replenish it, but a dozen power armors are a high price.

Alfred was destined to pay this money out of his own pocket and pay it to the king's small treasury.

"Enemies ahead!" Following the loud warning from the knight's retinue, the Crusaders saw a tall knight standing in the middle of the street in front of them.

She wore thick orange-yellow plate armor, and carried a shiny shield in her left hand with a double-headed eagle painted on it.

The right hand holds a dark golden spear. The head of the spear is carved into the shape of a dragon, and a spear blade as thin as a cicada's wing spits out.

"Only one person?" Alfred laughed heartily, "What a crude bait and trap! Do you think we would rush forward so carelessly?"

"Grenade! Aim at the buildings on both sides and kill all the ambushers inside!"

Several knights' retinues immediately came out with guns in hand and quickly knelt down to install grenades on their rifles.

These assault rifles and grenade launchers are the latest aid from the Holy See to the Latin Empire, and they are just for Alfred to use at this time.

Several grenades roared with white smoke into the buildings on both sides, followed by loud noises of gunpowder explosions and wall collapse.

"There seems to be no one." Joel said with a frown.

"They just died before they had time to scream!" Alfred said coldly, "The first team went forward to attack, the second team focused on covering the attack, and be careful to guard against her behind!"

Four armored knights stepped forward first, holding long spears and launching a rapid charge and thrust. Eleanor took a step forward calmly, held the shield in her left hand to block the attack from the left, and swung the spear in her right hand flatly.

The adamantine spear collided with the spears of the two knights on the right, and suddenly spun violently, knocking both spears away.

"Spiral punch?" Qiao, who was staring at him from behind, was stunned for a moment.

As the signature spear skill of the West Frankish chivalrous knights, the spiral punch technique is widely spread and is not complicated to use.

When the weapons of both sides stick to each other and wrestle, the gun body is violently rotated, thus forcing the opponent's weapon to vibrate uncontrollably and bounce away, which is used to demonstrate the knight's compassionate demeanor of "stopping atrocities without killing".

However, the skills used by the tall knight in front are undoubtedly much more advanced than those of the chivalrous knights.

She first swung the gun flat, as if it was just a parry with an ordinary attack, and then rotated the gun at the moment of collision. The strength of the spear itself plus the force of the rotation would undoubtedly knock the weapons of the armored knights farther away.

Then, creating a larger void is naturally for...

"Careful!" Joel shouted immediately.

However, his warning was too late, because in the next second, Eleanor turned around and swung her spear, making a powerful and heavy iron slash, which hit the visual goggles of the two knights at the same time.