Magic Industrial Age

Atop the spire,

Gary Mills had already stopped using 'simultaneous translation' and abruptly turned to look at Loy, asking, "So, Baron Marquis did it on purpose, deliberately showing up to draw away Lord Dolgy.

Then, he sent the assassin to destroy the demon altar?"

Loy nodded, saying, "Isn't it obvious?!"

"You nobles, your hearts are truly filthy!"

"..."

Loy paused for a moment, then immediately retorted, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not a noble, don't include me in that."

Saying this, he looked at Oliveira and asked, "Is that assassin a Grey Mist person?"

Oliveira slowly shook his head, "No, but they cultivate the same hidden profession.

They should have come from the same place as the Grey Mist people."

"This Twilight Hermitage is filled with all sorts of forces, it's hard to distinguish them."

Gary Mills quickly patted Loy again, saying, "They're fighting, they're fighting again!"

"It seems like the Royalists are going to lose this round."

Loy shook his head, "Hard to say!"

"It's already like this, how can they turn the tables against the wind?"

"It's useless to say anything now, let's just watch, watch, I don't believe Dolgy has only this much to show."

Having said that, he stopped talking and stared intently at the battlefield.

At this time, after the demon altar was destroyed, no more demons arrived, but it would be a joke to think that the remaining demons were easy to deal with.

Baron Marquis, having achieved his goal, immediately began to retreat, wanting to get away from the battlefield.

But Lord Dolgy was furious, raising his hand and throwing a punch.

His fist wind passed, forming an invisible but substantial ball of air, directly smashing towards Marquis.

He was actually a rare Fighter profession.

Fighters, evolved from the legendary Monk profession, do not cultivate battle qi, but focus on comprehending a power of 'qi', yet do not adhere to those complex precepts.

In other words, they do not receive the extra blessings that come from the precepts, but they study the techniques of unarmed combat and close-quarters fighting.

In the Second Order, they will fiercely use their fists to resolve battles, specializing in ground techniques and joint locks.

However, at this time, they do not have an advantage against knights equipped with armor and weapons.

Only when they reach the Third Order, when their qi can leave their body and be amplified, will their combat power be greatly improved.

Like now, with each punch and kick, he smashed the two supporting guardian knights, causing them to stagger.

Fighting two against one, not only did he not fall behind, he even forced the enemies to shout and call for their companions to help.

It wasn't until three transcendents besieged him, especially with the addition of a elusive Shadow Assassin, that his momentum was curbed.

However, although Dolgy was strong, the demons under his command were not good enough.

Without a constant stream of support, the transcendents of the Twilight Hermitage no longer had any scruples, they directly charged in and began to fight in pairs.

When this group of transcendents began to kill, various high-powered combat skills were frequently used, and although the demons were still crazy, they could no longer maintain their formation.

At this moment, it was no longer clearly defined, but a chaotic battle.

However, just as the Twilight Hermitage seemed to have the absolute upper hand and was about to end the battle, a sudden change occurred.

Dolgy suddenly went berserk, ignoring the Shadow Assassin's attack, roaring and accumulating a large amount of 'qi', and suddenly slapped it on the ground.

Then, a violent wave of qi stirred up the dust on the ground and spread around, like an overwhelming force, unstoppable.

Even the three transcendents who were surrounding him felt a great force coming, and had to retreat and stabilize their bodies.

At this time, in the rising dust, a magic firework rose into the sky, exploding in the dark night, turning into the flag of the Habsburg Empire, lingering for a long time.

What's going on?

This is probably the voice of many people, but it won't be long before they know.

In the east of the city, in the slums, when the magic fireworks exploded, magic crystal lamps lit up in the darkness.

Bright and soft light lit up in the sky, and a dozen crystal lamps could illuminate a large area like daylight.

Those houses, pieced together with dilapidated wooden boards, collapsed in all directions at this moment, revealing the busy figures inside.

They seem to be wearing ordinary civilian clothes, but the aura of strength, iron blood, and well-trained temperament cannot be concealed.

And what they are fiddling with are actually magic energy cannons.

The black barrels gleam with metallic luster, and the muzzles point in the direction of the City Hall.

A group of artillerymen disguised as civilians immediately loaded shells, measured wind speed, and fine-tuned the angle.

After doing all this, they looked to the side, at the general wearing a black military uniform, with blond hair, a cold expression, and eyes that seemed to bloom with blood.

They are waiting, waiting for his order.

And the general didn't make them wait long, and directly issued the order.

"Fire all together, empty the shells you brought, let me see how long the so-called transcendents can support under the artillery fire?"

"Yes!"

This answer was uniform and full of momentum.

Then, they did not hesitate to put their hands on the magic energy cannons, magic power was activated, magic patterns lit up, and magic crystals shone.

Finally, fire soared into the sky!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

In an instant, countless magic energy cannons spewed fire, and the violent roar was deafening.

In this instant, the iron-blooded general stood in front of the artillery fire, feeling this shocking power.

He looked up, closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, sniffed the smell of gunpowder in the air, and couldn't help but crack a smile.

"What transcendent strongman?"

"What demon monster?"

"Under my artillery fire, all beings are equal!"

"Hahahaha..."

The wanton laughter came from his mouth, he seemed to be a madman facing the world, but it was enough to make countless people fear.

After a round of artillery fire ended, it was naturally the second round of loading and firing, then the third round, the fourth round, the fifth round...

If you say you want to finish the shells, then you really finish them!

In the distance, at the spire, Loy and the others saw this scene, they were stunned, and even forgot to breathe.

No one is more familiar with magic energy cannons than Gary Mills, so he clearly knows that they are definitely medium-sized magic energy cannons used on the battlefield.

Maybe it's a 152mm 100-pound cannon, the power is exaggerated.

Are transcendent strongmen powerful?

Of course they are!

A long time ago, they were battlefield killers, and one person could determine the outcome of a small-scale war.

But under the magic energy cannon, they are just meat on the chopping board.

Everything was as Gary Mills imagined, when the fireworks exploded in mid-air, the whistling sound came, and the explosion of the shells shattered everything.

These active-duty soldiers of the Empire also showed extremely excellent artillery skills, and those shells only covered Elfat Square and the City Hall.

Even if it was plowed over and over again, the roar was still continuous, as if there was no end.

Of course, such a dense artillery fire would naturally affect the surrounding area.

But the Seven Gods Bank lit up a magic protective force field, blocking the aftermath and keeping itself intact.

The other buildings were like scraps of paper, collapsing one after another.

As for the transcendent strongmen inside, they showed the qualities of transcendents, and many people chose to escape at the moment of disaster.

Unfortunately, the timing chosen by Dolgy was very clever, precisely when they were mixed together in a chaotic battle.

If they want to escape, they have to ask the demons if they agree.

A blood-colored halo spread, ignoring the artillery fire, sweeping the entire battlefield.

Under the group demon bloodlust technique, the demons had no reason left in their eyes, only madness.

These demons don't care about themselves, only about the enemy.

Although they can only block for a moment, it is that moment of delay that the shells have already fallen on everyone's heads.

So, under the artillery fire, the strong, like transcendents, either burst out with battle qi, using their last means to resist;

Or throw out magic scrolls and guardian props, trying to seize the opportunity.

Perhaps some people have rare teleportation scrolls, but that is definitely very, very few.

At this time, Loy looked at the scene in front of him, and more pictures flashed in his mind.

He remembered the Seventh Mixed Legion of the Empire outside the city, and at that time, this legion entered the city to maintain order and erected cannons on the city wall.

When Loy returned from the sea, they had already withdrawn.

But now thinking about it, these magic energy cannons should have been left behind at that time.

He remembered the various actions of Baron Marquis!

The difficulties of the God-given Festival were carefully prepared by him, and the subsequent steps, and the various things that happened in Oakland City, were all carried out according to his will.

He thought he had calculated everything,

In fact, that was just Lord Dolgy, letting him think so.

He also thought of Lord Dolgy Petrovich, this man who can be called decisive in killing, his performance after the God-given Festival seemed very disappointing.

It seemed that he was only relying on the trust of the Imperial Royal Family to continue to stay here.

He seemed to be doing nothing about the public opinion targeting Oakland City.

But in reality, it was just showing weakness, to let Baron Marquis be proud and rampant, and later, when Giss was caught, the plan might be leaked.

At this point, the victory and defeat were reversed, with great ups and downs, completely crazy!

So, what Dolgy cares about has never been the small baron, what he wants to deal with is the Twilight Hermitage.

No matter how many old nobles join the Twilight Hermitage, or how strong they are, in this round alone, losing so many transcendents, they will all have to cry!

At this moment, amidst the artillery fire, Loy suddenly wanted to take back his previous evaluation.

Compared to Lord Dolgy, Baron Marquis's little treachery is nothing!

At this moment, the first to speak was actually Oliveira.

Perhaps because he had already seen it, his ability to withstand it far exceeded Loy's.

So, at this moment, he calmly said: "This is why the Habsburg Empire can deter the Old Continent, and this is why those old nobles are afraid."

"On the battlefield, under the artillery fire, all beings are equal!"

His voice was surprisingly calm, but even Loy, who was mentally prepared, trembled all over.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person, he had never been on the battlefield, and he had only seen such scenes in movies.

At this moment, he had a real feeling that even the double-layered snake scale armor with a six-fold deflection force field was not enough.

Also at this moment, the corner of his eye saw that just below the spire, a flash of magic light flickered, and one person staggered out from it.

That person was actually Lord Dolgy Petrovich!

Maybe this is what I want to write, firepower covers, transcendents also have to kneel!