Chapter 1457: Rat-a-tat-tat

Chapter 1457 -1366: Rat-a-tat-tat

White light, blinding white light instantly swallowed Lemon Fonda.

First came silence then ringing in the ears, everything reduced to a buzzing noise like a pinhead.

Then came chest tightness and nausea, the giant sensation of shock and wave oscillated back and forth, warm liquid flowed from the nostrils.

When Lemon Fonda opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that the upper edge of the tower shield had a huge gap.

And at the gap, molten iron was flowing.

What is this?

Lemon Fonda blankly raised his head, only to see a group of soldiers from the Holy Alliance, clad in white uniforms, standing on the river bank.

These soldiers, whose attire differed entirely from regular Holy Alliance soldiers, were carrying tubes as thick as logs on their shoulders.

As the soldier pulled the trigger, a short spear, glowing all over with a Mithril sheen and made entirely of iron with tail wings, shot out from the tube towards the dam.

That was from two miles away!

Another short spear whistled past, accurately striking a blood and flesh Titan in the rear who hadn’t raised a tower shield.

This time Lemon Fonda saw clearly, the front end of the short spear was equipped with iron spurs, a conical copper casing, and a plasma bomb.

At the moment of contact, the plasma bomb exploded, lightning wrapped in liquid metal jets instantly pierced through the blood and flesh Titan’s black steel armor.

When the white light faded, Lemon Fonda could only see the scorched hole on his body, and the charred flesh that emitted an inviting fragrance after being scorched.

In that instant he suddenly understood how Levke died.

“Lilith, it’s the Holy Alliance’s new weapon!”

“Why do they always have these unorthodox things!”

“Raise the shield, raise the shield!”

“What good is raising the shield, the dam is only this big, there’s no place to hide!”

Hit seven or eight times later, the gradually reacting blood and flesh Titans almost had surprise and anger written all over their faces.

Previously raised visors for boasting and arrogance were lowered, heads protruding boldly from the tower shields were retracted.

Evidently, even a heavy tower shield in front of this new weapon of the Holy Alliance could withstand at most one or two hits.

Previously blood and flesh Titans with tower shields didn’t fear the three-pound cannon, only the six-pound cannon.

But the six-pound cannon was ultimately limited in quantity, and the chance of hitting the blood and flesh Titans was very low.

Even if it hit, for the blood and flesh Titans, it was only a serious injury, far from death.

Unless hit by a twelve-pound cannon, but the chance is too low, if hit they should just consider themselves unlucky.

Thick armor, high blood, that’s the confidence of blood and flesh Titans dominating the battlefield.

This confidence, however, was invalidated in front of this special weapon.

Thunder could melt their black steel while lightning-wrapped metal jets could instantly rush into their bodies.

Even if the vital heart wasn’t hit, just being hit in the torso was a near-death level of serious injury.

Unless hit in the arm, that’s somewhat better, but it results in a severed limb.

Under the suppression of these plasma short spears, the blood and flesh Titans’ advancement gradually slowed down.

If this continues, the opponent’s artillery position will likely form.

Perhaps the artillery position isn’t even necessary if the opponent has many of these weapons.

Lemon Fonda, due to his rear position, was lucky enough not to be hit.

But listening to the frantic shouts from the rear special commissioners prompting the troops, he could roughly guess, at this speed, it’ll be hard for the blood and flesh Titans to attack into the river island.

“…The Holy Alliance always manages to surprise me.” Putting down the binoculars, Konyaz said with a complex expression.

Honestly, in his view, the blood and flesh Titans had performed extraordinarily well this time.

Whether attacking the beachhead or forcefully assaulting the dam, there wasn’t the usual procrastination and arrogance.

If it were half a year ago, the armies led by Konyaz of the Royal Court versus the current Royal Court armies, he would probably lose.

No mistakes, no oversights, every step was executed perfectly, yet success eluded them.

Over there in the forest the Holy Alliance could break through in scattered formation, while here at the dam they could supress the blood and flesh Titans with new weapons.

Those are blood and flesh Titans, battle weapons crafted with the heart and soul of Serafe or even one could say Lilith.

These were just suppressed by a weapon the Holy Alliance casually pulled out.

“It’s not a big deal, not a big deal.” The Twelfth Angel Envoy Vladimir Gregor rubbed his hands nervously for the first time, “We still have infantry advancing, the blood and flesh Titans descending the dam, directly advancing through the water route.”

Many blood and flesh Titans realized this too.

Several blood and flesh Titans simply jumped onto the riverbed, stepping on water up to their knees, striding towards the riverbank.

At least this way, they wouldn’t be densely shot by those flying spears.

Lemon Fonda was also one of the blood and flesh Titans decided on a water attack, and evidently compared to the dam, the attack of ordinary Royal Court soldiers on the riverbed was much smoother.

Behind the low walls on the riverbank stood rows of Holy Alliance soldiers, shooting heavily at the dense Royal Court troops advancing in columns.

Cannonballs also slaughtered in the riverbed, pounding Royal Court’s vampire soldiers into bloody pulp.

Even so, almost none of the Royal Court’s vampire soldier columns retreated.

Konyaz said until now, the Royal Court’s army had performed extraordinarily, wasn’t just empty words.

In the past, such intense shelling would have already made Royal Court soldiers stop or even run away.

Yet now, they could still withstand the cannonballs and pellets, gritting their teeth fiercely moving forward.

Water columns and mud rose, but unfortunately, the riverbed was soft, unable to bounce, greatly decreasing the lethality of the big iron balls.

Closer now, closer to the riverbank.

Originally, this river island beach could only allow troops of up to ten thousand to unfold, subsequent troops could only reside in the forest settlement on the river island.

Once the attack surface is widened, the Royal Court can fully leverage its manpower advantage, charging and collapsing these Holy Alliance soldiers on the river island.

Just a final push.

Raise the tower shield, Lemon Fonda puffed out his cheeks, leading his squad briskly to the forefront of the column: “Hide behind the tower shield, move forward quickly.”

“Yes!”

With all their strength, all the vampires and blood and flesh Titans advanced towards the riverbank.

Just fifty more steps, just…

“Dada dada dada…”

Such dense gunfire, probably the Holy Alliance soldiers’ final volley.

Under the sound of pellets hitting the tower shields with dinging sounds, Lemon Fonda for the first time felt the Holy Alliance soldiers’ volley was incredibly dense.

The sound of this volley was like a rumbling thunder, even accompanied by the clack of mechanical turning sound.

Lemon Fonda felt the footsteps behind him faltered, paused, even disappeared, he quickly turned to encourage: “Just fifty more steps, only…”

Before he finished speaking, he froze.

Behind him, beside him, those soldiers who were standing densely moments before somehow started falling one after another, clutching fluorescent-lit wounds and wailing.

What’s going on? What just happened?

Turning his head again, he saw another column approaching, and in the next second, a green fluorescent line segment appeared in his field of vision.

Lemon Fonda didn’t know how to describe it, it was like a luminescent bullet linked with another, sweeping across like a line segment.

The Royal Court soldiers touching the green fluorescent line fell in unison like wheat swaying in the wind.

This horrific scene wasn’t just happening in front of Lemon Fonda, from here north to the dam, south to the riverbed downstream——

Red, green, blue line segments sped across the battlefield, roaring, shouting.

Blood mist and flesh fragments flew, apart from the strange “dada” gunfire, the air was left with only the wailing of the Royal Court soldiers.

What is this? What is this again?

Standing in the center of the battlefield, Lemon Fonda uncommonly dazed.

Is he not brave? Are the Royal Court soldiers not trying their best?

No, none of that!

Then how did this happen?

As the wave of the Royal Court’s attack receded, along with it receded Lemon Fonda’s dreams of conquering the Thousand River Valley.