Blanc Fortress late at night.
A hot breath spreads in the night sky, the smell of ashes and sulfur.
The small city behind the fortress is already covered with tragic scars, criss-crossing it, and several blocks have collapsed and been burned to the ground by the Asgardian war weapons in the daytime.
The smell of blood was boiled by the flames and hung in the air. Even late at night, there were still workers on the city wall working overtime to repair the cracks in the city wall.
The city wall facing the outside has been completely burned. The shell covered with alloy melted, and the molten steel flowed and condensed, forming a sludge-like texture, which was unpleasant.
Sometimes if you use a hammer to break off the dry skin on the outside of the stone, you can still see the uncondensed lava slurry inside.
As for what's under the city wall, it's already changed beyond recognition.
Even the reinforced mountains on both sides have collapsed. Debris piled up under the cliff, half-covering the cracked armor and charred corpse, and the other half of the corpse was covered in dust.
In the cracks created by those massive bombardments, the eyes of the dead stared through the dust into the night sky.
Amidst the noise, I don’t know who is playing the flute, and a weak and sad elegy echoes on the battlefield.
And just behind the small town, on the tightly sealed construction site, under the construction of dozens of engineering vehicles, hundreds of heavy guide rails were propped 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 railway tracks, there were armored knights lining up silently to receive the fixed ropes, and then bent down and got into the "small box" according to the formation.
Even though it was a large enough space for ordinary people, it was still too small for the knights, who were only wearing basic power skeletons and not even equipped with outer armor, to move around.
After squeezing in, he sat on the chair and used a fixed lock to fix his armor and the iron chair in one place. He couldn't even stretch his waist.
The members of the team looked at each other in confusion, looking at each other's uneasy eyes under their visors.
From the construction site outside, noisy sounds kept coming.
"The angle calculation is completed and everything on the guide rail is normal."
"The power system loading is completed and testing is underway."
Those emotionless voices continued to sound, making their expressions more and more uneasy.
It was not until finally, when a figure who was slightly thinner than the others walked in and closed the hatch that the sounds were cut off.
But the pure silence made people more and more confused.
Galahad sat silently in his seat, fixing the armor and chair in one place, saying nothing, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Everyone took a look, and someone boldly said:
"Sir, is this thing really reliable?"
"Why do you think so much?" Christine reprimanded coldly: "If you die, just think of it as sacrificing your life for the country!"
"Well… "
The person who asked the question had no choice but to shut up, not expecting to be reprimanded, but when they saw that her hands were firmly grasping the chair, and her gauntlets had almost pinched the armrests until they were deformed, several other people couldn't help but laugh.
"Hahahahaha!!!"
Christine glanced at them coldly, but although she was annoyed, she said nothing.
There is no way. Although the people at the Royal Academy guarantee that there are no problems with this system, who can really sit on it with peace of mind? If there was really no problem at all, why did you name this broken box "Hell's Parachute"
A group of knights sit in an iron box and are ejected into the core of the enemy. Thinking about it, every link from beginning to end is full of problems, right
What's more... Kristen is a little 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 certainly wouldn't expect us to launch a surprise attack, but... at least equip us with light armor, right?"
In order to reduce weight, everyone's armor has been adjusted to the smallest possible weight.
Although they all wore heavy power skeletons, there was no armor hanging on them at all, and even most of the defense modules had been removed.
Even if it is still difficult for ordinary people to be hurt by swords, their opponents are also frost giant knights holding power halberds and shocking ax guns. Fighting with this equipment is no different from naked body.
"You don't need to think about this."
Kristine gave him a serious look: "It will be solved by then."
It will solve itself... How to solve it
Is it airdropping armor
Even if it was airdropped, it would take more than five minutes for skilled engineers to load it... In that time, everyone would have been killed by the Frost Knights, so what else would they need to do to dress up.
Everyone smiled helplessly.
Although he is uneasy, the knight's destiny is to follow orders.
From knight training, to modulation, to being awarded the title of official knight, even the reverence for doctrine and orders begins as early as their childhood.
A qualified knight will not delay in the face of military orders, even if he is asked to jump into a fire pit.
Although fear is definitely present, the body that has been tempered for a long time will not hesitate at all when swinging the sword.
It's a bit embarrassing to say it, but I have to admit... The so-called knights' brains only activate when needed. Most of the time, they are rough creatures who live by instinct.
As the countdown came to the end, a hoarse voice came from beside Galahad.
"Sir, it's time."
Christine was silent for a moment and nodded: "Geraint, come on, you are the commander of this operation."
"So… "
The Knight of the Round Table, who was named Geraint, took off his visor, revealing the scars on his face, and looked at the remaining six team members:
"In five minutes, the operation will begin. The operation plan has been sent to everyone before then. Just proceed according to the plan."
He raised his hand and touched the scab that had just formed on the scar on his face. His eyes became cruel and his voice was cold:
"Remember, this time is our counterattack against Asgard. No, it should be said to be revenge, revenge for the 46,000 people who died in the battle in recent days. - Blood for blood, tooth for tooth! You guys! Everyone must come back with ten identity cards of Frost Knights, otherwise, they will die there with eleven identity cards! Do you understand!"
"clear!"
"Then, may God bless the kingdom." Geraint put on his helmet again.
"My emperor bless me!"
The Knights of the Round Table responded with a bang.
The clanging sound of steel rubbing against each other sounded, and everyone felt that the "iron box" they were in was lifted up by a crane and placed on the track.
Immediately afterwards, the increasingly unsettling sound of gears spinning sounded.
The countdown begins…
5… 4… 3… 2…
1!
The moment the countdown ended, dozens of overlapping roars sounded from all over the construction site. Everyone felt that their vision went dark. The huge force pressed them on the chair, and the small box they were in was twisting crazily. , making a sharp steel friction sound, extremely harsh.
After a moment, gravity was no longer felt.
At that moment, sparks burst out from the friction between the steel cables and the guide rails, and the "iron coffins" hanging on the guide rails roared out with terrifying kinetic energy.
After breaking away from the sixty-meter-long guide rail, the speed of the "iron coffin" tore through the air, set off a tragic roar, and flew into the night sky.
In the blink of an eye, he has passed the small town and the fortress, and is high in the sky.
It was like dozens of stars rising suddenly, and then, towards Asgard's military camp... falling from the sky!
boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
The alchemical matrix on the iron coffin was activated, and before Asgard's alarm sounded, it had already entered their warning range. Facing the counterattack movements preset in countless barriers, the defensive shield on the iron coffin was activated.
Like a boat struggling to float in a storm.
On the red-hot iron coffin, fragments continued to fall off and fly in the wind, until finally, with continuous loud noises, it smashed through the warehouse and crashed to the ground. Countless iron pieces flew around, carrying a shock wave of steel. It directly destroyed two walls and buried the sentinels keeping watch behind the walls.
Amidst the flying flour and dust, the knights stepped out of the broken iron coffin, coughing violently, feeling the weakness caused by the violent impact.
But even if his brain was groggy, his hands did not hesitate to draw out the long sword equipped on his body, and followed the orders in the plan and spread out.
The syringes under the armor have pushed stimulants and painkillers into the knights' arteries.
While breathing heavily, everyone's eyes were already burning red.
In just a few seconds, all the artificial organs implanted in their bodies had been awakened, their muscles were beating wildly and swelling, and adrenaline was rushing through their blood vessels, but their brains fell into a mechanized calmness.
Continuous roars continued, and iron coffins continued to fall from the sky, sending squads of Knights of the Round Table one after another into the Asgard military camp.
Some hit the playground, some hit the factory, some hit in front of the guard post, and the luckiest ones... hit the barracks dormitory.
Ignoring the dizziness and nausea caused by high-speed landing, the knights pulled out their weapons the moment they landed and pounced on every living creature around them.
In the scout's infrared vision, no matter how concealed it is, it will be useless.
Even if it is the lightest armor and is not equipped with any extra functions or weapon modules, the knights' swords themselves are enough to completely cut a person, bed, and wall into two pieces.
You must know that the lightest long sword equipped with power armor weighs more than 80 kilograms, which is more than a person tall!
In almost less than a minute, all the soldiers in the dormitory were slaughtered, and they didn't even recover from the loud noise. Compared with the fragile body, the power contained in steel is simply irresistible.
The killing begins!