An ordinary knight would not be able to leave such a large dent in this cuirass with a full blow from his riding spear.

It's not that the kinetic energy of the unity of man and horse is not as good as a lead bullet, but that much kinetic energy can't all hit the cuirass.

After stabbing the breastplate, the cavalry spear will either be shaken out of his hand, or the knight will have to take the initiative to let go of the cushion, otherwise the knight's wrists and arms will be greatly damaged, and he will lose his combat effectiveness on the spot.

And the body hardness of the centaur monster is quite high, and it can splash sparks when it is cut down, so naturally there is no need to worry about it.

Therefore, although the stab just now did not have a charge bonus, it was also quite terrifying.

It can leave a small depression in the four-millimeter bulletproof cuirass, so the invulnerable heavy armor in the minds of ordinary soldiers - the front is only two millimeters thick, maybe it will be pierced directly.

In other words, this monster can set off a killing even against ordinary heavy infantry.

If it was the former self, it would definitely not be able to hold up for many rounds in front of it, and escaping at the cost of injury would already be a good result.

On the one hand, this incident made Martin feel uneasy, and on the other hand, he was proud of himself.

Being able to defeat such a strong monster has also made great progress myself!

Of course, in the final analysis, I have to thank you.

The light of dozens of runes lit up invisibly under the heavy armor, expelling the excess heat and sweat after the intense workout, while replenishing the physical strength that Martin had just consumed.

At the same time, he didn't sit idle, but picked up the quick cannon from the ground, ready to play another round of long-range output before his strength was restored.

However, at this moment, a brilliant firework suddenly exploded on the front line.

The loud bang echoed in all directions, and the roaring air spread out in all directions as if it wanted to tear everything apart, and the bodies of the dozen or so soldiers who rushed to the front were thrown into the air.

What happened?

He couldn't help but cry out, but found that in the midst of the raging wind, even he could hardly hear his own voice.

In the next moment, a dark shadow appeared in front of Martin, his hairs standing on end, and he subconsciously threw the package full of gunpowder and ammunition around his waist.

And from the side of the shadow, there happened to be a fireball flying, engulfing the package in mid-air, and—

There was a violent explosion, and Martin felt as if he had been hit by several war hammers, and flew backwards and smashed into a house.

The smoke cleared, and the black shadow had continued to move forward, and no one nearby seemed to have enough combat power to continue to stop him.

But the cursing he left behind betrayed his true feelings.

"What the hell ......"

The blow just now, for an archmage, was definitely not something that could be used casually.

Even Martin, who was in trouble for him, was weakened somewhat by the explosion of the ammo pack.

And, in his perception, Martin and many other guards were clearly alive, and some were not even seriously injured, but were only unconscious for a while.

Originally, he should have taken this opportunity to cut down the grass and eradicate the dead, but before he made a move, he realized that this was also the other party's plan - if he had to make up for Martin and the others, it would further increase the consumption.

If it continues like this, not to mention how much time it will be delayed, his mana consumption will far exceed expectations.