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Chapter 712: Chapter 400: Elegy of the Old Era
At the ambush point on the flank, Oser seemed frozen on his saddle.
He had already drawn his sword, ready to lead the Silver Fang Knight Order down from the highlands whenever the Seventeenth Legion broke free from the mire, to cut off their rear.
But when he saw with his own eyes those hundred steam war machines push through the fog side by side, firing simultaneously, erasing nearly a thousand Black Steel Knights from existence.
His sword was held high in the air, but he couldn’t swing it down.
"What... what kind of monstrous thing is this..."
Oser’s throat tightened, and thirty years of experience became completely invalid.
The appearance of such things is not a tactical advantage, but a rift in the entire era.
He had never seen a weapon that didn’t need Fighting Energy, without incantations, and not reliant on a commander’s orders to cause such large-scale destruction.
That wasn’t a siege engine, it didn’t even seem like Magic.
It was more like a group of monsters driving out from a steel Hell.
As he stood dazed, a steady and cold hand slapped onto his shoulder armor.
Felan’s voice was like a heavy hammer in a winter night: "Oser, put your jaw away. If you don’t charge now, Lambert is going to steal all the credit."
Oser jolted awake, as if kicked out of a dream, his face suddenly flushed.
To cover his previous lapse, he suddenly raised his sword high above his head, his voice hoarse yet thunderous: "Silver Fang Knight Order! For Lord Louis!! Charge!!"
On the highland over a thousand silver capes fluttered violently, the knights like a sharp blade cutting down the snowy ridge.
On the other side, the Cold Iron Knight Order moved steadily like a descending iron curtain, advancing in synchronization.
Nearly two thousand Frost Halberd Knights under the command of Felan and Oser encircled downward from the two flanks, their blades pointing firmly at the remaining scattered soldiers of the Seventeenth Legion, who had dispersed and fled after being crushed by the steam war machines.
Like iron currents converging from different directions, they cornered all the retreating enemy troops, completely sealing off the last escape route for the Ackman Knights.
......
Ackman was covered in mud, his armor shattered as if bitten by a giant beast, Fighting Energy swirling chaotically around him, unable to form a complete shield anymore.
The air was thick with the smell of blood and burnt flesh, surrounded by mangled corpses, flattened warhorses, and the roaring steel tracks spewing heat.
He stood unsteadily, like an old lion with severed limbs still wanting to slaughter the enemy.
He was already insane, his eyes bloodshot, breathing heavy like the last gasp of a bellows.
"Louis—come out!!"
His roar seethed with throat-ripping despair and fury: "Is this your glory? With bombs? With these monsters? What kind of knights are you!!"
As he screamed, a steam war machine in front of him came to a halt.
The tracks emitted "clack clack" metal retraction sounds, as if a steel giant beast was overlooking this dying human lion.
Beside the war machine, a figure cloaked in a Red Tide cape rode a horse, slowly emerging from the steam.
Lambert seemed to stroll through a tranquil courtyard, forming a glaring contrast with Ackman’s filthy and wretched appearance.
Ackman stared at him, his expression shifting from madness and pain suddenly to a... strange joy.
He chuckled lowly, his laughter filled with desolation, "At least... it’s a knight who came."
Though he had never met Lambert, the feeling of Fighting Energy was unmistakable; the other was a Transcendent Knight, a fitting end for him.
Ackman seemingly grasped at the last straw, roaring as he charged over, Fighting Energy exploding on his Broken Sword, like igniting the last flame of life.
"Come!! Let me see! Can young people today still fight a dignified battle!!"
Lambert merely raised an eyebrow.
He didn’t even draw his sword.
He untied a pouch next to his saddle, and took out three silver-white lightweight Magic Explosion Bullets.
Ackman widened his eyes, finally realizing...
This era’s knights, don’t need to draw swords anymore.
"You—!" His furious shout turned into a torn roar.
Lambert spoke calmly: "Times have changed, Lord Ackman."
His wrist trembled, and three bullets fell in a "p" shape around Ackman.
Time only allowed Ackman to widen his eyes.
Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!
The triple explosion overlay formed a visible air current vortex, stripping Ackman off the ground entirely.
His Fighting Energy shield shattered like glass, his armor torn into curled edges by the Shock Wave.
He crashed hard into the steam war machine’s armor, the metal dented into a deep pit, while his body slid down like a flattened sack.
Blood flowed through armor gaps, staining the snow beneath red.
Lambert dismounted, walking to the front of his fallen body.
Ackman’s consciousness struggled at the edge of fainting, his lips trembling, seemingly wanting to say something.
But he could no longer speak, the last scene he saw was Lambert’s incredibly cold gaze.
A look belonging to the fire of a new era overlooking the ashes of the old.
Silver light flashed.
Ackman’s head rolled off, landing on the snow, still wearing that sense of reluctance, confusion, and fear of the transition between old and new eras.
Lambert reached out, took the still warm head, casually lifted it: "Hang his head in front of the war machine, deliver it to Lord Louis."
The steam thundered anew, and the war machine slowly moved forward.
Ackman’s head was carried on a long spear, his once ambitious eyes finally utterly losing its light, leaving only the sigh of an era.
......
On the other side of the highlands, the observation point of the Fourteenth Legion and the Seventh Legion.
Sol, who was as steady as a mountain, and Bart, known for his madness, both froze on horseback.