Magic Industrial Age

As soon as Marquis Carlisle's order was issued, someone sprinted out of the command tent.

Moments later, the sound of horns echoed through the heavens and earth, signaling the start of the war.

First, the trebuchets were put into action. Two war weapons, which could already be considered large-scale magical devices, were activated, and intricate magic patterns lit up, climbing along the throwing arm.

Even formal knights, stripped to the waist, grunted and strained as they lifted a massive stone onto the launching platform.

The stone was only slightly smaller than a millstone, black in color, with a rough, uneven surface and magic patterns adorning it.

It was clearly a magical creation!

When a torch was brought close, the stone ignited with a 'bang,' transforming into a ball of green fire.

The knight who lit it ran away as fast as he could, as if fleeing for his life, while another knight, wielding a wooden mallet, slammed down the trigger.

With a 'boom,' the throwing arm swung, launching the fireball with tremendous force.

Seemingly equipped with a locking mechanism, the fireball slightly deviated in mid-air, tracing a unique arc directly towards the war fortress.

This time, Grand Knight Alfonso took action, drawing his sword and unleashing a wave of aura that shattered the fireball.

However, unexpectedly, the fireball violently exploded, transforming into countless blue flames that rained down.

From a distance, it looked like a rain of azure fire!

Even more terrifying, the flames possessed extreme corrosive properties, capable of burning holes even in stone walls.

If they touched a person, extinguishing them would be extremely difficult.

Grand Knights Alfonso and Vinson were naturally fearless, their auras forming barriers and protections.

But others didn't have this luxury; even formal knights were desperately seeking shelter.

This made the two Grand Knights' expressions extremely grim!

However, this was just the beginning!

Because there were only two trebuchets, even with alternating shots, the firing rate couldn't be increased.

But with the trebuchets suppressing the defenders, shieldbearers raised their large shields and advanced.

Behind them followed the Sardinian longbowmen.

Holding their longbows, they approached the fortress and immediately began firing, using their entire bodies to propel the arrows.

Their arrows were much longer than ordinary arrows, with fletching that ensured accuracy, and three-edged arrowheads that provided excellent armor penetration.

The arrows, falling from the sky with immense force, could even pierce through rock.

Even knightly armor couldn't defend against them in weaker areas.

At this point, it wasn't just about dodging; most people couldn't even stand their ground and had to retreat further away, even into the depths of the pits.

After ten volleys of arrows, only the two transcendent knights and a few peak second-tier warriors or knights remained standing on the war fortress.

It was then that the ten Cliff Rock Goat Knights charged up, leaping along the cliff faces and scaling the war fortress with swift agility.

Furthermore, four transcendents from the Carlisle family's camp rapidly advanced.

Two of the transcendent knights directly used the transcendent technique of aura wings, flapping their wings and descending from the sky.

Another was a typical swordsman, stepping out with the cry of an eagle, directly leaping up.

The last was a shadow assassin, his figure like a ghost, seemingly traversing through shadows. As he approached, he leaped onto the city wall.

The four transcendents had clear targets: Grand Knights Alfonso Zech and Vinson Ackerman.

With two transcendent knights leading the frontal assault and the remaining two providing support, they didn't seek to kill, but to engage in a protracted battle.

Four against two; even though the two Grand Knights were among the best of the transcendents, it was difficult for them to break free.

Then there were the twelve Cliff Rock Goat Knights, directly engaging the remaining peak second-tier knights, using their mounts to keep them pinned down.

At this point, the Raymond family's war fortress, built with half a month of effort, couldn't muster anyone to defend it.

At that moment, the Sardinian longbowmen retreated completely, like a receding tide.

The Carlisle family's knights and warriors swarmed forward.

Some carried ladders, others threw grappling hooks, and some even relied on their agility, using the gaps in the wall to climb upwards.

Because there was no one on the city wall, their speed was extremely fast and their efficiency was high.

Once they occupied the city wall, they immediately adopted a defensive posture, waiting for more and more warriors to climb onto the fortress wall!

The war fortress that the Wick family had spent more than ten days trying to capture, even using magic cannons for bombardment, was now on the verge of changing hands.

On the entire city wall, only the two Grand Knights were still trying to hold on; even the peak formal knights were nowhere to be seen.

On the mountain road, more knights and militiamen rushed forward, as if they would miss out on a great reward if they were even a step late.

Of course, they had a pressing reason.

Because, before this battle, Marquis Carlisle had clearly told everyone that this battle would confer titles based on military merit.

The fiefs would be divided within the Floral Territory!

If anything could move these knights and vassals, it was land.

Regardless of other ulterior motives, this alone was enough for them to fight and kill with all their might, even risking their lives.

Meanwhile, inside the command tent.

Marquis Carlisle, seeing the scene before him, couldn't help but grin and laugh: "I knew Count Wick was a waste. Look at what he's been doing all these days?"

"I just made a small move, and I immediately captured Frostmoon Canyon. What 'one man can hold the pass against ten thousand,' it's all a joke!"

His voice was full of triumph, and the others around him flattered him with laughter.

Only the Pale Knight frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled!

Marquis Carlisle saw this and asked, "My Calamity Knight, what's wrong?"

The Pale Knight's status and position allowed him to speak freely.

He slowly shook his head and said, "It feels too easy!"

"Easy?! Shouldn't they be beaten without any ability to fight back?"

"Although the Wick family is useless, under your pressure, Marquis, the old Count has used all his strength, even bringing out the secretly guarded magic cannons.

But even so, Vinson Ackerman wasn't without any ability to fight back! In fact, he lost and regained ground several times.

That kind of morale can't be faked!

It doesn't make sense that now, with more troops, more experts, and that bastard Count winning battles, the morale is worse than before?"

Marquis Carlisle's expression froze, as if thinking, as if doubting.

But the next second, he firmly shook his head and laughed: "My Calamity Knight, don't overestimate that bastard. A guy who hasn't even grown his hair yet, how much ability can he have?"

"According to you, the most likely possibility is that this is a trap!"

"But tell me, how can that bastard face my army? How can he deal with so many of my knights and warriors?

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"Right now, even if that bastard leads the Lionheart Knights over again, I can send him back in defeat!"

"So, if there's even the slightest chance, they won't give up this war fortress.

This isn't just about this one time; it's been like this for thousands of years!"

Marquis Carlisle seemed to be explaining to others, but also reinforcing his own confidence.

But before he could finish speaking, a voice rang out.

"Something's wrong!"

Who is so brave?!

That was the thought in many people's minds in the command tent. Marquis Carlisle even glared fiercely in the direction of the voice.

Then, he saw the Timo Magus stand up.

A fourth-tier Calamity Magus had the qualification to make him suppress his anger and listen. However, before he could speak, Timo Magus had already quickly walked behind the magic mirror.

He pressed his hands on the edge of the magic mirror, pouring in a surge of magic power, directly pushing the mages on both sides away. After a large amount of magic power entered the magic mirror, new changes occurred.

The magic eye above the command tent seemed to be activating, quickly moving around.

A red light shone out, scanning across the mountains, down past the war fortress, and onto the land of Floral Territory.

There, camps were also being built.

The war fortress was only so big, so it naturally couldn't accommodate all the people and supplies.

So, tents, chevaux de frise, and camps were set up here.

Originally, there was nothing special here, but when the red light shone down, magical light seemed to flicker on a large open space.

Thus, the scene reflected in the magic mirror finally changed, stripping away the illusion and revealing the truth!

"Magic cannons?! It's actually magic cannons. There are magic cannons here?"

"Why are there so many? How can there be so many?"

Someone called out in horror, but the next second, an idea floated into everyone's mind.

Count Wick could buy six third-generation magic cannons, so what about the Raymond family?

They had formal cooperation with the Habsburg Empire; getting magic cannons was simply too normal!

The number displayed in the mirror was at least dozens, the dark muzzles facing the war fortress, as if exuding the aura of death.

"Retreat! Issue my order! A full retreat!"

After a brief pause, Marquis Carlisle let out a sharp howl, as if his parents had died.

But it was already too late!

...

West of Frostmoon Canyon.

Lady Palacios's disciple, third-tier transcendent mage Walter Clark, was reaching out his hands, stroking the metal barrel of a magic cannon.

He felt the unique texture of the metal, and his entire person showed an almost manic temperament.

Mages are calm, indifferent, and even drink very little alcohol, in order to maintain absolute rationality.

But if they encounter something they like, they will also go crazy!

Especially when encountering this kind of magic cannon, which can be called a great weapon, he has long been eager to try it.

At this time, he pressed his hands on a magic cannon, pouring in magic power, lighting up the magic patterns one by one.

On the side, a militiaman quickly cleaned the barrel and loaded the shells. The two cooperated, completing all the preparations before launch with great speed.

At this moment, Walter Clark turned his head and looked to the side.

There, almost all of his junior brothers and sisters had activated a magic cannon.

"Everyone, are you ready?"

"Ready!"

The answers were sparse and not uniform, but they could not hide the excited expressions on the faces of this group of mages, even mage apprentices.

"Since you are ready, then fire at will!"

"Let the world feel the shock brought by the magic cannon!"

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