Late night Blanc Fortress

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The small city behind the fortress was already crisscrossed with terrible scars, and several neighborhoods had collapsed and burned to the ground under the weapons of war of the Asgardians during the day.

The smell of blood was boiled by the flames, and the air was filled with smoke, and even in the middle of the night, there were still laborers working overtime to repair the cracks in the city wall.

The side facing the outer side of the wall had been completely burned, the alloy shell had melted, and the molten steel had flowed and condensed, forming an unpleasant texture like silt.

Sometimes a hammer is used to smash off the dry skin on the outside of the stone, and the uncondensed lava slurry inside can be seen.

As for the city walls, it has long been unrecognizable.

Even the mountains that had been reinforced on both sides had cracked in large numbers. Rubble piled up beneath the cliffs, half-hiding the cracked armor and charred corpses, the other half of which was covered in dust.

In the cracks formed by those massive bombardments, the eyes of the dead peered through the dust and stared into the night sky.

In the midst of the noise, I don't know who is playing the flute, and the faint and sad elegy echoes over the battlefield.

And just behind the small city, on the tightly sealed construction site, under the construction of dozens of construction vehicles, hundreds of heavy guide rails were held up diagonally, aiming at the night sky in the distance.

It's like getting ready for a train coming from the night sky.

But under the rails, there were armored knights silently lining up to get the fixed rope, and then, according to the formation, bent down and got into the 'small box'.

Even though it was already a large enough space for ordinary people, it was still small and inactive for knights who were only wearing basic power bones and were not even equipped with outer armor.

After squeezing in, he sat on a chair and fixed his armor and iron chair in one place with a fixed lock, unable to stretch even a lazy waist.

The members of the team looked at each other, looking at the troubled pupils beneath the armor.

Outside on the construction site, noisy sounds kept coming.

"The angle is calculated, and everything is working on the rails. ”

"The powertrain is loaded and testing. ”

The voices without any emotion kept ringing, making their expressions more and more worried.

It wasn't until at last that a figure that was slightly emaciated compared to the others walked in, and after closing the hatch, the voices were cut off.

But the sheer silence makes people more and more flustered.

Galahad sat in silence in his place, holding his armor and chair in place, not speaking, closing his eyes.

Everyone looked at it and had a bold mouth:

"Sir, is this thing really reliable?"

"Why do you want to do so much?" Christine reprimanded coldly: "If you die, you should sacrifice your life for the country!"

"Uh......"

The person who asked the question was helpless, he didn't expect to be reprimanded, but when he saw that her hands were clutching the chair, and the handnails had almost pinched the armrests until they were deformed, several other people couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha!!"

Christine glanced at them coldly, and although she was annoyed, she did not speak.

It can't be helped, although the people at the Royal Research Institute guarantee that there are no problems with this system, but who can really sit on it with peace of mind? If it is completely fine, why call this broken box 'Parachute to Hell'?

A group of knights sat in an iron box, being catapulted into the core of the enemy, and if you think about it, it seems that every link from beginning to end is full of problems, right?

What's more...... Kristen is also a bit afraid of heights......

In the long silence, someone raised his hand again: "Sir." ”

"You say. ”

The person who asked the question hesitated for a moment, and said helplessly: "Although the Asgardians would definitely not have thought that we would carry out a raid, ...... At least equip us with light armor, right?"

In order to reduce weight, the armor of all was adjusted to the lightest weight.

Although they were all wearing heavy power bones, they didn't have any armor hanging from them, and even most of the defense modules were removed.

Even if it is still difficult for ordinary people to be injured by a sword, the opponent is also a frost giant knight holding a power halberd and a concussive axe gun, and this equipment is no different from being naked.

You don't need to think about it. ”

Christine gave him a serious look: "It will be solved when the time comes." ”

It will solve the ...... How to fix it?

Could it be that the armor is dropped?

Even if it is airdropped, it will take more than five minutes for a skilled engineer to load it...... At that time, everyone had already been killed by the Frost Knight, and what kind of clothing were they wearing.

Everyone smiled helplessly.

Although uneasy, the knight's destiny is to follow orders.

From knightly training, all the way to modulation, to being ordained as a full-fledged knight, even the reverence for dogma and command began as early as their childhood.

Qualified knights, in the face of military orders, will not delay even if they are allowed to jump into the fire pit.

Although there will definitely be fear, the body that has already been tempered will not hesitate in the slightest when swinging the sword.

It's a bit embarrassing to say, but I have to admit it...... The so-called knights, whose brains are activated only when they need them, are more often rough-line creatures who live on instinct.

As the countdown approached little by little, at the end, a hoarse voice came from next to Galahad.

"Sir, it's time. ”

Christine was silent for a moment, then bowed: "Geraint, come on, you are the commander of this operation." ”

"So ......"

The Knight of the Round Table, known as Geraint, took off his visor, revealing the scars on his face, and looked at his remaining six team members:

"Five minutes later, the action begins, and the plan of action has been sent to everyone before that, just follow the plan. ”

He raised his hand and touched the scab on the scar on his face, his eyes became cruel, and his voice was cold:

"Remember, this is our counterattack against Asgard, nay, rather, revenge, for the 46,000 people who have died in the battle for several days.

-- Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!

Each of you must come back with ten Frost Knights' identity cards, or you'll die there with eleven identity cards!"

"Understood!"

"Then, may God bless the kingdom. Geraint put on his helmet again.

"My emperor bless me!"

The Knights of the Round Table responded.

The clanging sound of steel grinding sounded, and everyone felt that the 'iron box' they were in was lifted by a crane and placed on the tracks.

Immediately afterward, the increasingly unsettling sound of gears spinning.

The countdown begins......

5...... 4...... 3...... 2......

1！

The moment the countdown ended, dozens of overlapping roars rang out from all over the construction site, and everyone felt that it was dark in front of them, and the huge force pressed themselves against the chairs, and the small box they were in writhed wildly, making a sharp steel grinding sound, which was extremely harsh.

After a split second, gravity is no longer felt.

At that moment, sparks erupted from the friction between the steel cable and the guide rail, and the 'iron coffins' hanging on the guide rail had already whistled out under the terrifying kinetic energy.

After breaking away from the sixty-meter-long guideway, the speed of the 'iron coffin' had already torn through the air, and it set off a terrible roar, and flew into the night sky.

In the blink of an eye, it has crossed small towns and fortresses, and is above the sky.

It was as if dozens of stars suddenly rose, and then, towards the location of the military camp in Asgard...... Out of thin air!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The alchemy matrix on top of the iron coffin was activated, and before Asgard's alarm sounded, it had already entered their alert range, and the defensive shield on the iron coffin was activated in the face of the counterattack music preset in countless enchantments.

It's like a boat that struggles to rise and fall in a storm.

On the red-hot iron coffin, fragments continued to fall off, flying away in the wind, until finally, in a continuous loud noise, smashed through the warehouse, and fell to the ground with a bang, countless pieces of iron flew in all directions, and the shock wave of steel directly destroyed the two walls, burying the sentry of the night watch behind the walls underneath.

Amid the flying flour and dust, the knights stepped out of the shattered iron coffin, coughing violently, feeling the weakness of the violent impact.

But even if his brain was drowsy, he did not hesitate to draw the long sword equipped on his body with both hands, and scattered in all directions according to the planned order.

Syringes under armor had pushed stimulants and painkillers into the knights' arteries.

In the heavy gasp, everyone's eyes were already burning red.

In just a few seconds, all the artificial organs in their bodies and implants had been awakened, their muscles beating and bulging wildly, adrenaline rushing through their veins, but their brains fell into a mechanical calm.

A continuous roar rang out, and iron coffins continued to fall from the sky, sending a knight of the Round Table with a squad into the military camp of Asgard.

Some smashed on the playground, some smashed into the workshop, and some smashed in front of the sentry, with the best luck...... Smashed into the barracks dormitory.

Ignoring the dizziness and nausea caused by the high-speed landing, the knights drew their weapons the moment they landed, and pounced on every living mouth beside them.

In the infrared vision of the scouts, no matter how hidden they are, it is useless.

Even with the lightest armor, without any superfluous functions and weapon modules, the knights' swords alone were enough to completely cut into two pieces with a bed and a wall.

You must know that the light sword equipped with the power armor is more than 80 kilograms, and it is more than one person high!

In less than a minute, the entire dormitory was slaughtered, and they didn't even come to their senses in the loud noise. Compared to the fragile flesh, the power contained in steel is simply irresistible.

The killing, it's on!