The moment the round table armor rushed into the battlefield, the power hidden in the armor was already released on the battlefield with the clang of the sword.
The first thing that fell from the sky was the vortex formed after the air was twisted.
As the power armor raised its hands, the vortex slowly formed in the sky. The unparalleled pressure radiates from it like light.
The friction of the air actually made a low roar like sand and gravel. They were pulled and collapsed inward, forming a miserable white hurricane.
The music theory of forbidden factions is brewing in it, like a seed growing slowly, turning into a "towering tree" in an instant.
Finally, the vague vortex fell from the sky.
boom!
Big earthquake**.
Countless sand, gravel and debris rose into the sky, but the ground suddenly sunk, as if being trampled down by a giant's invisible giant feet, and everything turned into mud.
That's chaotic gravity.
Gravity turbulence erupted from it, tearing the two stone dolls apart almost instantly and turning them into dust. The next moment, they struggled to bridge the gap, and then felt the roar of the storm coming.
If it was just a breeze just now, then now it is an out-and-out disaster-level tornado.
As the Slender Armor moved forward, a hurricane swept through him, forming huge pale white wings behind him. With just a slight instigation, it destroyed the cracked buildings and blew away the stone sculptures and steel that had broken off the ground.
As he clenched his hands, a pale white spear gathered in the strong wind and took shape in his hands - it was the turbulent air pressure.
Like the terrifying pressure of the deep sea and the absolute vacuum of nothingness, they merged into each other and turned into an indestructible blade. In an instant, they followed the ripples created by the turbulent flow of gravity and broke into the array of eleven masters.
Like lightning.
In just an instant, the terrifying air pressure pushed him into the core.
Ignoring the siege of the stone dolls who could tear him to pieces, the wind-pressured spear was raised high and pierced into the earth with all its strength. The storm was like water, pouring under the blue bricks.
The next moment, a terrifying explosion erupted from under the Nine Lands.
The terrifying pressure didn't even have time to blow the bricks away before it had already forced its way through the cracks in the bricks and spurted out from the gaps. The incredibly fast wind, driven by the pressure, is like a knife and an ax!
In an instant, countless swords and axes were slashed, completely razing everything to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the terrifying pressure difference "delayed" erupted from beneath the ground, blowing everything completely into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the fierce counterattacks of the eleven masters came belatedly, completely tearing apart the Iron Knight who broke into the core.
The last moments can be vaguely seen, as a figure pops out of it and escapes from the storm with the armored core, but there is no doubt that he has been seriously injured.
But he has accomplished his mission.
The gravity turbulence destroyed the defenses built by the stone dolls, while the vacuum explosion tore apart their earthquake ground, and with the explosion, they were completely separated.
It was like heavy siege weapons were launched, smashing the enemy's defensive barrier, and then the cavalry galloped and charged, piercing the enemy's array, cutting the formation, and separating them.
Since then, they have been fighting on their own.
This is not the "overall situation" where musicians compete, nor is it the "technique" of winning a reversal. This is the royal military strategy, the combat method of the armored corps!
At that moment, the remaining Knights of the Round Table obeyed the order and rushed towards the selected enemy.
The eleven stone dolls were separated, and in just a moment, they were surrounded by the Knights of the Round Table who rushed up. The situation of the war had quietly transitioned from a siege to an encounter.
Under Lancelot's order, the armored knights who were originally waiting outside had already abandoned their cumbersome longbows and pulled out six giant swords from their equipment boxes. There was a sharp sound of steel rubbing against each other. , the combination is completed.
The Knights of the Round Table's desperate vacuum blasting not only tore apart the musicians' position, but also gave the remaining mass-produced armor room to play.
Now, it's time for them to appear.
Hundreds of ether furnaces were overloaded at the same time. The power that was more than three times higher than the normal mode brought more than three times the terrifying power, and at the same time, it also triggered a terrifying resonance.
Music theory has its own attraction.
The same is true for the alchemical matrix, which is a solidified product of music theory.
When each ether furnace moves at full strength, it forms its own noise and gravity in the ether sea. But when the noise and gravity are superimposed hundreds of times at the same time, it will exceed the limit that ordinary musicians can tolerate, causing devastating interference.
It will even drain out all the ether in an area, leaving other musicians with no ether available.
It is precisely because of this that on the battlefield of large-scale battles, unless it is a legion-level movement, the abilities that ordinary musicians can display are often very poor. Because of the small number of people, they can often only serve as vanguard or backup auxiliary.
But now, when hundreds of powered armors are activated at the same time, the clutter instantly covers the entire battlefield. Almost all environments were disrupted, and even the area spread out by the scepter of hell was stopped.
The clear red hell in the sky was shaking, and it was constantly trembling slightly, as if the illusion was disturbed and it was difficult to operate smoothly.
What made the dark lord even more furious was that at the rear, the prepared longbow knights continuously received special alchemy arrows from their attendants and fired them continuously onto the battlefield.
Those cracked apart in mid-air, rapidly split and decayed, and turned into a massive amount of gray dust before they even hit the ground, which was almost completely harmless.
But the splitting of that metal is based on the absorption of ether, just like a water-absorbing material falling into water, rapidly expanding and completely draining away all moisture.
Not only that, once the fission of the metal is completed and the ether is enriched, the stability of the structure will plummet, making it difficult to preserve, and it will be extremely sensitive to sound stimulation.
It doesn't even need a piece of music, just a slight sharp noise will be excited to produce high temperature.
Armored knights are protected by armor and are not afraid of high temperature erosion. The ether turbulence generated will only put pressure on the ether furnace and will not damage them themselves.
But once it reaches a certain level, for musicians, the environment will become a quagmire, deep in the mud, and difficult to move.
This special metal, which is completely banned by the Holy City and strictly prohibited from use and research, is called "molten lead." For a long time, countries have only been able to preserve a small number of samples in private, and have not dared to develop and use it for military purposes in a big way.
And when the Holy City lost its unifying power, the countries that were freed from the shackles immediately put its research back on the agenda—even Angelo was no exception.
In a short period of time, the ether sea corresponding to this area became thinner than ever before and could not be replenished.
The larger a behemoth is, the more dependent it is on the external environment. Especially when the Lord of Darkness was unprecedentedly weak, he did not even have the power to open up the etheric sea and draw energy directly from the etheric realm.
When the Knights of the Round Table took away the Aether in the Shadow of Avalon, the Scepter of Hell could no longer survive.
Especially when at the same time, four Knights of the Round Table took the lead and attacked him desperately...
A large number of armored knights used the human sea tactic to separate everyone else, clamping them in the distance, concentrating high-level power, and instantly suppressed the faceless leader.
Everything once almost melted into the etheric realm. With the help of preparations and others, most of it was pulled back and the prototype was reshaped.
Since then, the Grand Master has lost his appearance and previous message, and has become a semi-weird existence.
And its own music has become extremely weird, which is difficult to understand by common sense.
Even though the four Round Table armors launched a desperate attack, they were still able to maintain their defense. They even made several counterattacks and regained the initiative, only to be suppressed again by the continuous and desperate attacks of the Knights of the Round Table.
The war has entered a fever pitch.
In the distance, Lancelot sighed softly.
He turned back and looked at his subordinates who had grown old along with him, and said:
"Wear armor for me."
Instead of being frightened like others and hurriedly trying to dissuade him, the servant just nodded dully and put the iron box he had been carrying behind him on the ground.
He stretched out his hand, reached into the hinge of the iron box, and struggled to pull out the copper ring.
In the sharp sound of steel friction, the hub hidden deep inside was activated, countless gears rotated, circlips stretched, and the iron box inherited from hundreds of years ago slowly opened, exhaling a biting cold breath.
In that terrifying low temperature, the steel armor sleeping inside slowly rose up, revealing its majestic posture after being absent from this world for decades.
Lancelot stepped forward, facing countless unfolding steels, and walked towards the armor.
The armor was like a living thing. The steel stretched and contracted, covering him inch by inch. Finally, the silver faceplate covered his blue eyes. He finally became Lancelot again.
The steel god of war, the peerless knight—the real Lancelot!
No choking or wheezing could be heard.
The armored knight moved forward, toward the core of the battlefield, where the besieged Grand Commander and the Lord of Darkness were. Reaching out, he pulled out the silent sword from his waist. The sword was like a mirror, reflecting the dark city and the blood and fire of the battlefield.
The old servant half-knelt on the ground, respectfully saying:
"My lord, I wish you success."
Facing the fierce wind of iron fire that hit his face, Lancelot slowly raised his sword, put it between his eyebrows, looked at the mirror image of the sword spine like a lake, and held the sword in salute.
The mirror-like sword spine reflected the face of steel, and on the other side, reflected his enemy... the scepter from hell.
"Be calm and don't be impatient..."
Lancelot's voice was hoarse as he said:
"—I'll be back as soon as I go."
A flash.
In that brief moment, there seemed to be a flash of light. An illusionary light descended on the battlefield. In that stagnant time, it passed over everything lightly and gracefully, soaring in the sky.
With breathtaking beauty.
But in the next moment, it disappeared.
I lost interest in this battlefield and didn’t know where to go.
Because, everything is over.