Crown of Silence

Chapter 514 Powerful Angel (Part 1)

"Now you are the highest ranking among us."

Quentin, who was carrying a tower shield, stood beside Vasco: "Let's make a decision, Eagle Flagbearer, whether to break out or defend on the spot?"

"How many more do we have?" Vasco asked tiredly.

"Thirty-one."

Kunting replied: "Six were seriously injured. The rest are seventeen sword dancers, two shooters, and four heavy-armored knights. There is one scout, and the rest are all unarmored followers..."

"Any news?"

Vasco raised his voice and shouted hoarsely.

The guard guarding the Ethernet communication box raised his head with a gloomy expression: "Three minutes ago, the headquarters of the garrison issued a global broadcast. The Holy City has been isolated, and there is no news outside the city.

Now, we are probably the only Templar team in the Holy City. "

"Oh shit."

Vasco cursed.

boom!

The walls roared and cracked with tragic cracks, and dozens of vague things could be vaguely seen outside struggling to hit the chapel.

Corpse Knight.

They are the rarest mass-produced monsters among the abyss monsters. They were bred as heavy weapons of destruction. Just one of them is enough to compete with an armored knight.

Now, the shrill sound of the flute echoes, stinging people's eardrums, urging them to attack the last chapel.

"Before issuing the order, is there any good news you can tell me?"

Vasco looked at his quartermaster, "Really, anything will do."

Kunting was silent for a moment and turned sideways: "When our team broke out, we brought this thing out of the arsenal... At that time, we thought that maybe someone could use it."

Behind him, several engineer subordinates put down the huge backpacks behind them. The huge backpacks fell to the ground like iron and stone, with a dull echo.

One of the backpacks cracked, and the heavy helmet covered with scratches rolled out, revealing a cold and ferocious lion's mask.

"Gospel Armor?"

Vasco was stunned for a long time, then showed a decisive smile: "What a coincidence, this size is just right for me."

He lowered his head, bent down, and took off his belt. The steel armor attached to his body unfolded layer by layer, revealing his upper body - there were still traces of surgical sutures and unhealed wounds on his upper body. After such a long period of stuffy heat and friction, it has become red, swollen and inflamed, and the pins are bulging and extremely twisted.

However, several metal joints were revealed on his spine and arms. The joints as thick as a thumb were embedded in the flesh, and they had not yet truly integrated with him, and were stained with dried blood.

"Wear armor for me."

He nodded to the engineer and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I have just finished the implantation surgery and put on the gospel armor. Am I the first one?"

Kunting hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and nodded.

So the mechanical engineers acted quickly, lifted the armor that was too heavy and bulky for humans, and placed it on his body.

There was no clothing rack specially used for assembly, but they still moved quickly, and soon Vasco was covered in steel. It's like walking into your own coffin ahead of time.

Under the visor, only the sound of heavy breathing echoed.

"This is the 'Angel-level' medium-sized armor, equipped with a concussive halberd and a hot heavy sword. Its performance is more than forty times that of your 'Eagle Shepherd', and the pressure is also the same."

Kunting raced against time and quickly warned: "Without the support of the holy city barrier, and without the accompanying military musicians, the power in the ether furnace is only enough for you to move at least for ten minutes.

Remember, never turn on the Honor Core. Your surgery has just been completed and the buffer plug has not been implanted yet. It will burn into a piece of carbon inside. "

"I see."

Vasco nodded under his visor and said in a low voice: "The heavy lancers will follow me later. The sword dancers are responsible for protecting the mechanics... Don't leave your teammates behind, Quentin, don't leave any of them behind."

He paused and whispered, "Otherwise my sacrifice would have been of no value."

"I swear." Quenting nodded.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Sorry, only number eight."

Quenting took the syringe from the adjutant's hand, pointed it at the injection port of the blood vessel, and slowly inserted it: "In addition to the analgesic, it also contains three times the adrenaline. Don't worry, you won't be in pain."

"very good."

Vasco smiled: "Start it."

Several mechanical engineers looked at each other and unplugged the brake valve on the armor at the same time.

With a crackling sound, hot steam shot out of the valve sockets, burning their welding helmets red.

collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse!

On the back of the Gospel armor, the fixing bolts were pressed down one after another, and the fine nerve probes popped out of the armor bones and penetrated into Vasco's spinal canal.

Immediately afterwards, the hub rotated, and the last six control valves were screwed into the joints on the hands and back, making a perfect fit.

Thus, iron and man merged into one.

"--ah!!!!!"

In the silence, a brutal roar suddenly burst out from the armor, and the air waves rolled around, like a monster swallowing brimstone and fire. Amidst countless dust flying, the huge gospel armor took a step forward, and the ground roared.

Vasco was screaming.

The sound was no longer human, like steel rubbing against each other, emitting a shuddering reverberation.

Just like a furnace started, the blazing heat spread out. Now the heat flow that is enough to burn ordinary people to ashes is running on the armor with the ether furnace on the back of the Gospel Armor as the core, and finally flows into Vasco's body.

If he can't bear this inhuman power, he will be completely reduced to ashes.

If he can't resist such pain, he will go crazy under the push of this manic power. He can't distinguish between friend and foe, and will completely reduce everything and himself to ashes.

In the silence, there is only the scream in Vasco's throat.

Like the long and shrill cry of an iron eagle.

The steel rubbed against each other, and the huge steel giant stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and pulled out the three-meter-long steel flag on the ground. On the flag that was burned into a dim yellow by the flames, stood a bronze eagle with its wings spread.

It was pushed into the sky by Vasco, and it spread its wings to fly.

"... The eagle flag is here!"

The huge steel giant roared: "Everyone is ready-"

The roar was like thunder, and it echoed in the gloomy and broken chapel.

"——Follow me to break through!"

Then, the sound of swords being drawn continued.

"I swear to die!"

The Templars roared, clenched their swords, and gathered again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Behind the Gospel Armor, three alloy diverters opened at the same time, spewing out hot blue-white flames.

The loud sound of breaking through the air was like thunder.

A hurricane rose from the chapel, and as Vasco moved forward, in just a moment, he broke through the iron wall that was at the end of its strength and rushed into the countless demons outside the door.

It was like a sharp blade of God fell from the sky, and everything was cut cleanly wherever it passed, and the straight line extended forward, and the tragic trajectory was painted blood red.

Earth dragons, white spiders...the fierce demons were not even dust in front of the steel giant, and were smashed to pieces, and the foul-smelling blood was smeared on the armor, spreading in the hurricane, evaporating, and exuding the smell of death.

Among the demons, the huge stitched monster was enraged, and its huge body weighing several tons stepped forward, making a loud noise that shook the earth.

"——Roar!!!!"

Vasco roared, and the more than two-meter-long steel armor crushed the stone slabs, and jumped up, the eagle flag in his hand trembled, the bronze eagle cried, and the iron wings on the flag seemed to be broken, and the air rubbed it to produce a fiery red light.

The next moment, the iron eagle swooped down.

The eagle flag flew out of his hand!

Bang!

The bubble was punctured.

The rancid liquid splashed and fell on the Gospel armor, hissing, but it could not penetrate the lapis lazuli coating on the surface.

As if a huge iron hammer was smashed from the top, the deformed head of the stitched monster fell apart in an instant. From the top, the sharp spear head at the end of the flag pierced through the heavy body like a broken bamboo, and a terrible blood hole was chiseled in the center of his body, and finally poured deeply into the ground.

The flag was still buzzing. The fiery iron eagle was stained with blood and covered with a layer of red.

Boom!

It was not until this moment that Vasco passed the corpse of the stitched monster and landed on the ground, pulling out the shock halberd and the hot steel heavy sword from behind with both hands.

The heavy halberd over two meters long was like a short halberd held in one hand in the giant's hand, and the hot steel long sword, like a door panel, glowed with blazing flames.

It was not equipped with a "shower" for regional destruction, nor was it equipped with a huge and heavy giant crossbow that could shoot several kilometers away. It did not even need to activate the glory core, reverse gravity, rise into the sky, and show the power of a demigod... At this moment, Vasco had become a war machine.

People covered by steel became steel.

People who hold power in their hands have achieved power.

Even if the steel is burned to ashes by power, it is worth it!

"Roar!!!"

Under the lion mask, Vasco roared, raised his weapon, and confronted the corpse knight who was rushing forward, without dodging. The shock halberd broke through the wind and fell, and with a shrill roar, it cut the more than three-meter-tall demon into two.

Even if it was wearing armor, even if it was powerful.

Then, the hot sword swept across, chopping up everything that dared to approach and burning it to ashes.

In the dark cracks among the chaotic and crazy demons, the black musician who played the flute frowned.

Gospel armor... This was an unexpected factor.

When he set this trap, he never thought that among the group of Templar Knights stationed in the Holy City, someone had actually undergone a matching implant surgery, and someone happened to bring a set out of the arsenal when breaking through.

Even if it was old-fashioned, it was enough to bring him great pressure.

Although those demons were fierce, they only looked numerous. If they really wanted to defeat the Gospel Armor, they were still not enough.

This is the pinnacle of the mechanical engineering of the Order. The Knights Templar are known as the most powerful signboard. Even if the core of glory is not activated, it is still enough to completely break through the encirclement and leave with his subordinates.

"It's troublesome."

The snake-like black musician murmured in a low voice: "Too troublesome."

He put down the flute at his lips, stretched out his hand, broke the bones of his little finger, and with the crisp sound of crackling, the music pre-stored in it was released.

"The Solemn Evening Prayer of the Confessor"!

This is the hymn dedicated by the black musicians to the Hundred-Eyed One, and the core spirituality is the impulse and greed of embracing darkness. Drawing on the power of the Hundred-Eyed One, the mournful and mournful "hymn" sounded.

In the air, a vague shadow emerged.

It was the indifferent glance of the Hundred-Eyed One from the abyss.

In an instant, the ground cracked and the chapel collapsed completely.

The terrifying gravity, which had increased dozens of times, fell from the sky and instantly suppressed the Gospel Armor in place. Immediately afterwards, the broken stone slabs completely fell apart. The entire land quickly turned into sand, and the gravel flowed and rolled up like water waves.

The darkness boils and adheres to the gravel, forming huge whirlpools, pulling at the gospel armor, completely pulling it into the deepest part of the movement and sealing it in the core!

collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse!

There were continuous loud noises, followed by furious roars.

"--Roar!"

The heavy giant suddenly untied the shackles on its body, and the external armor covering the core of the gospel armor was detached one after another.

In an instant, the Gospel Armor was reduced to less than one-third of its original size.

In the whirlpool of sand and gravel, under the pressure of gravity, a blazing glow was lit.

"Oh shit……"

Behind him, Kunting, who was suppressed on the ground, roared angrily.

Without a buffer pump, Vasco activated the 'Glory Core', abandoning the heavy weapons that crisscrossed the battlefield, but awakening the core circuit inside the armor.

And there is real power!