Magic Industrial Age

Three days...

The fierce battle had lasted a full three days!

At the foot of the mountain, near the magical cannon emplacements, Count Wick had appeared.

Though still dressed in finery, he resembled a furious brown bear, his short, stout body pacing back and forth, his bloodshot eyes seeming ready to devour anyone.

"Bombard them! Bombard them with all your might!"

"Spare no ammunition, and don't worry about the magic crystal consumption. I only want one result: to flatten this damned fortress!"

"Level it to the ground! I want to bury those bastards alive inside!"

"All of you, die! Die! Die!"

Amidst his roars, the six magical cannons unleashed their full power, bombarding the fortress relentlessly.

Cannonballs rained down as if they were free. Only the fact that this war fortress had undergone countless repairs prevented it from being leveled long ago.

Of course, the current situation wasn't much better. Though the main structure remained, it was essentially a ruin.

Yet, even the thunder of the magical cannons and the pervasive smoke couldn't mask Count Wick's fury.

Behind the artillery positions, the Wick family's knights trembled, even the three transcendent individuals were silent as cicadas in winter.

Meanwhile,

in a tent to the rear.

A magic mirror stood upright, the mages on either side looking somewhat pale from maintaining it for so long.

The old knight, a fourth-tier Calamity-class, stood before the magic mirror, watching for a long time before finally laughing, "Lord Marquis, haven't you pushed this Count a bit too far?"

"I think this fellow's gone a bit mad. If word gets out, it won't look good!"

"It's just an act!"

Marquis Carlisle still had a cigar in his mouth, and as he spoke, he exhaled a puff of smoke. His expression seemed disdainful within the dense cloud.

"Don't let his timidness fool you; the old man's a clever one. Otherwise, do you think I'd let him live this long?"

Exhaling another puff of smoke, Marquis Carlisle stared at the magic mirror, his voice deepening slightly, "However, I didn't expect this seemingly insignificant knight, Vincent Ackerman, to actually possess some skill!

He's stubbornly defended Frostmoon Canyon until now!"

The old knight spoke again, "No news has come from the other side of Frostmoon Canyon for some time.

Our hidden agents have likely been purged. The bastard son should be arriving soon!"

"That's a good thing; I'm just afraid he's coming too slowly.

Still, we need to cause him some trouble. The arrangements on the Silver Sea—those pirates should be mobilized as well."

Saying this, he looked to the side, where a fourth-tier Calamity-class mage sat, seemingly oblivious to their conversation, holding a cup of coffee in one hand, eyes vacant.

Seeing that this one was lost in thought, Marquis Carlisle felt somewhat helpless.

He could only say, "Mage Timo, thank you for your trouble!"

"Oh, oh, what were you saying just now? What do you need me to do?"

"Please help me deliver some information to the Gloom Mist Pirate Crew!"

"Simple, where's the letter?"

"Here!"

Marquis Carlisle took out a letter he had already written, and the Calamity-class mage took it and tossed it casually.

The magic mirror shimmered, and amidst the surging magical power, a massive vortex seemed to form.

The letter disappeared into the vortex.

At the same time, hundreds of miles away, in the Silver Sea.

Within the faint mist, a magic ship sailed silently.

In the captain's cabin, a pirate wearing pirate garb, with a missing leg, a blind eye, and a full beard, reached out and pulled the letter from a magic mirror.

He unfolded it casually, read it, and a look of anger appeared on his face.

"These nobles, do they really think of me, Davis, as a dog to be summoned at will?!"

"Sooner or later, one day, I'll rip out your souls and carve them into the deck, to be subjected to the sea breeze day and night!"

"However, the main force of the Flower Territory has been drawn to the east, so Sea Serpent Port must be sparsely defended!

Hehehehehe, what a great opportunity, what a great opportunity!"

"A pirate should dare to rob anyone!"

Saying this, he casually tossed the letter away, and it turned to dust.

Then, he strode out of the captain's cabin, walked onto the deck, and as he passed, countless wraiths surrounded him, hating him and fearing him.

Stepping onto the deck, he casually turned the helm, and the magic ship shot out of the mist and appeared on the sea.

At this moment, dozens of pirate ships were sailing in this sea area, their pirate flags fluttering in the wind, also chasing the mist forward.

Until this moment, the magic ship appeared, alarming all the pirates.

The pirates on the decks gathered.

One of the Silver Sea's three great pirate kings, the Gloom Mist Pirate Crew's captain, One-Eyed Davis, used some kind of magic to spread his voice throughout the sea.

"The time has come, let's set off!"

"Our target this time is Flower Territory, Sea Serpent Port. The weakened Raymond family no longer has the power to protect their territory. It will be a feast for us pirates!"

"We will spread slaughter, we will plunder wealth, we will trample the banner of the Lion King under our feet!"

"We will tell everyone, every pirate, that the era of the Lion King is over. On the sea, we pirates are the strongest!"

"We will rob whoever we want, and no one can stop us!"

His words were very much to the pirates' liking, and they howled with excitement as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

As the mist spread again, enveloping the magic ship, it accelerated and spread in one direction.

Behind it, dozens of pirate ships followed, densely packed, like a powerful naval fleet.

...

Frostmoon Canyon,

Wick family artillery position, the roar of the magical cannons finally ceased.

Count Wick turned around, staring intently at his vassals and knights.

He pointed a finger at the fortress behind him, now a ruin, his voice icy, "Today, if you fail to take this war fortress again, you know the consequences without me saying!"

"Now, move out!"

"Yes!"

Two transcendent knights took the lead, one carrying a dragon lance, the other unleashing battle aura, taking flight.

Then, like a tide, came the formal knights, some on foot, some riding warhorses, some wielding weapons, some using battle skills...

They led more militiamen, charging up the slope, towards the war fortress, stepping over the ruins, plunging into the battlefield.

At this moment, in the distant sky, Loye's eyes completely transformed into vertical pupils, like a hawk's eyes, the pupils rapidly contracting, taking in everything on the battlefield.

He paused for only a few breaths before letting his body fall.

On the ground, he looked at Oliveira and said, "Teacher, go ahead, be sure to keep Vincent Ackerman alive."

"As you command!"

With a shout, Oliveira's battle aura exploded, forming a pair of wings, and with a flap, he disappeared into the sky.

Loye spurred his warhorse, turned its head, and looked at the hundred knights he had brought, smiling, "In this battle, you will charge with the Lion King!"

"In this battle, you will recreate the power of the Lion Knights!"

"I, Loye Raymond, the new Lion King, will lead you from one victory to another!"

"Therefore, gentlemen, follow me and charge!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

At this moment, Loye turned his horse's head again, [Lion King's Dignity] was activated, and an invisible force spread, covering the entire knight order.

The next second, the sound of hooves thundered, though only a hundred riders, they exuded the aura of thousands of troops!

At this moment, the authentic Lion Knights, who had shaken the continent, once again declared to the world their power and return!

...

Inside the war fortress, now a ruin.

Vincent Ackerman swung his sword, the entangled battle aura exploded, and dozens of battle aura blades flew out with the sword, shooting in all directions.

The transcendent assassin and the dragon lance knight were forced back, retreating to a certain distance.

At this moment, both were confident of victory and unwilling to take risks.

After this strike, Vincent Ackerman gasped for breath, unable to even muster the strength to pull a magic potion from his pocket.

His hands were shaking, his muscles twitching uncontrollably, a sign of exhaustion.

His Cliffside Rock Sheep was also collapsed on the ground, head lowered, its cries filled with pain.

Both he and his mount had reached their limit.

Reaching their limits along with them were the defenders of Frostmoon Canyon.

This time, the Wick family had sent too many troops; they didn't even need any tactics, but simply crammed enough people along each passage.

Then, the defending knights and militiamen were forced out.

Those who were isolated had already died, and the rest were driven to one place.

They were crowded together, like trapped beasts, waving their weapons.

At this moment, the Wick family's people were no longer in a hurry to attack, or rather, they were afraid of a desperate counterattack, which would cause greater losses.

This was the current situation, and Vincent Ackerman, the only one who could lead them to break through, was nearing the end of his rope.

At this moment, he finally despaired!

At this moment, he even began to doubt his judgment, wondering if the new Earl wanted him to die here?

As someone who had once competed for the position of Raymond Earl, Lord Regan was already dead, and was he next in line?

Dying here, dying on a fair battlefield, no one could say anything?

Once this thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed.

Even though he was a well-tempered third-tier transcendent knight, without morale or fighting spirit, he was no stronger than an ordinary second-tier formal knight!

Therefore, facing the dragon lance knight who attacked again, he didn't even have the thought of raising his sword to block.

Since he was going to die anyway, why bother struggling?

But at this moment, a figure descended from the sky, a slender sword flashing, merely drawing fine sword marks, and fine battle aura cuts shot through the air.

The dragon lance knight's expression changed drastically, almost instinctively abandoning his weapon, and erupting with battle aura, forming circles of defense, only then blocking this attack.

Even so, he was blown away.

At this moment, Vincent Ackerman realized that there was someone in front of him.

The swordsman who always followed behind the Earl, Oliveira.

"You've come, does that mean the reinforcements have arrived too?"

Oliveira still had his taciturn nature, so he only uttered two words: "Listen?!"

Just two words seemed to awaken all of Vincent Ackerman's faith, and he instinctively pricked up his ears.

Then, amidst the noise of the battlefield, he heard the sound of a knight order charging.

The sound of hooves trampling, like thousands of troops, rushing towards them!

They're here, they're here!

At this moment, Grand Knight Vincent Ackerman had never been so ecstatic: "The Lion Knights are here!"

The third update is here, going to sleep!