SWDnovel Chapter 89 Head-on Defeat
Chapter 89 Head-on Defeat
Chapter 88 Head-on Defeat
As dawn broke, the cold wind was like a steel knife slicing through bones.
The heavy black iron gate of the Knights' Monastery slowly opened to both sides, accompanied by a teeth-grinding metallic clanging sound.
Thick white steam billowed out from the cracks in the door like a burst dam, a product of the collision between the high temperature inside the monastery and the extreme cold outside. The white steam was instantly frozen, turning into tiny ice crystals that scattered down.
Heavy footsteps sounded, each step like a drumbeat striking the frozen ground.
"Thump."
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"Thump."
The frozen ground at the entrance of the monastery, as hard as iron, cracked open with each step, revealing a network of fine, spiderweb-like cracks.
Victor came out.
His aura changed.
If he was a hard, stubborn rock before, now he is an unshakeable mountain.
The enchanted armor set called "Winter's Bulwark" seemed to come alive at that moment.
On the originally dark armor surface, a yellowish-brown halo flowed, perfectly resonating with the surging battle aura within Victor's body.
He wasn't wearing a helmet, and his face had an almost dazed expression.
He looked down at his hands and clenched them tightly.
"Buzz"
The air was abruptly squeezed and burst, producing a low, muffled sound.
The feeling of power overflowing almost gave him the illusion that he could punch through a third-tier city wall.
Lorraine stood not far away, holding a steaming cup of black tea, her expression calm.
"How does it feel?"
Victor suddenly looked up, then strode over to Lorraine and knelt on one knee.
"grown ups----"
Victor's voice was a little hoarse, "I feel like—I'm not human."
He looked up, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"I've seen fourth-tier monsters, and I've also seen those fourth-tier Grand Knights in the capital. Although a human's fourth-tier fighting spirit is further enhanced, in terms of pure strength and defense, they can never compete with monsters of the same tier."
"That's common sense."
"But now—"
Victor drew the Wolf King Greatsword from his back, its blade humming softly in the cold wind, yearning for blood. "I have a feeling that if I were to encounter 'Winter of Blades' again now, I could overpower him in strength."
"This is not normal, sir. The human body cannot withstand this density of power."
Lorraine blew on the foam in her cup, took a sip of black tea, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"common sense?"
Lorraine chuckled. "Victor, so-called common sense is nothing more than the weak's excuse for their own incompetence."
He put down his teacup and turned his gaze to the snow-covered plains in the distance.
"Do you know why human professionals of the same rank can't defeat monsters of the same price?"
Victor shook his head, looking bewildered despite having just advanced to the fourth rank, showing none of the arrogance of a powerful individual.
"Because of different factory settings."
Lorraine used a word that Victor couldn't understand, and then explained, "The power of monsters comes from their bloodline, from the gifts of the world. Each advancement they make is a perfect evolution at the genetic level, with a foundation as solid as a rock."
"And what about humans?"
Lorraine sneered, "Human cultivation is going against the will of Heaven. The breathing techniques of the vast majority of people are incompatible with their own physique, or are even incomplete."
"It's like building a skyscraper on quicksand. You barely manage to build up to the fourth level, and it looks magnificent, but inside it's full of holes and cracks."
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"If the foundation is unstable, it will collapse at the slightest touch."
He pointed to the knightly monastery behind him.
"But this monastery is different."
"It's not just about helping you break through, it's about rebuilding your foundation. The pain last night was because it shattered all the bones in your body and filled all the hidden injuries and gaps left by your cultivation over the past few decades."
"The knightly secret techniques and breathing methods you are currently practicing are the product of perfect calculations by the Knight Monastery."
"Tailor-made, flawless."
Lorraine looked at Victor and said, word by word, "You are now what a fourth-tier knight should truly be. It's not that you're too strong, but that those incompetent knights outside are too weak."
Victor's pupils contracted sharply.
Tailor-made, flawless.
These eight words struck his heart like a heavy hammer.
He abruptly turned to look at the silent monastery, his eyes burning with an intense light.
if----
If we could bring this back to Frostwolf City, we could train soldiers on a large scale—
With enough resources, Lord, you can mass-produce these terrifying warriors that can rival monsters of the same level!
At that time, what will be the monsters and natural disasters, what will be the nobles and their private armies—
Before this torrent of steel, they will all be nothing but clay chickens and earthenware dogs!
However, just as Victor was indulging in the wonderful fantasy of leading the knight army for Lord Lorraine...
"Ugh—!!!"
A piercing alarm shattered the tranquility of the early morning.
The monotonous, mechanical voice of the warning array rang out over the loudspeaker: "Warning, high-energy reaction detected."
"The moment of crisis has arrived; the enemy is attacking!"
Lorraine's eyes narrowed, and the teacup in his hand instantly disappeared into the subspace.
"You've come at the perfect time."
He looked at Victor, "Now that you've just sharpened your sword and reached the fourth rank, go and see some blood."
The outskirts of the camp.
A dark, surging tide of machinery is pouring in from the edge of the snow line.
This strange turn of events seemed to be controlled by some kind of will, and was not as chaotic and disorderly as before.
Thousands of mechs corrupted by the abyss marched in perfect unison, like a funeral procession, towards the Tower of Babel.
"Fire!"
On the city wall, Ohm's eyes flashed with blue data streams.
The twelve Tier 3 magic-powered heavy cannon turrets roared simultaneously.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Countless shells pounded into the erosion machine group, leaving behind craters.
The erosion mechs at the forefront were instantly blown to pieces, their parts flying everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, Anna stood atop the watchtower, and the Orb of Opposites in her hand suddenly emitted a brilliant light.
"Pale Flame, Bloom!"
A platinum-gold sea of fire appeared out of nowhere, transforming into a massive barrier of flames that engulfed the onrushing mechs.
Ohm's mech phalanx is also holding the line against the pressure.
With the support of the third-tier witch and the mech formation, these low-level soldiers simply cannot get within a hundred meters of the city wall.
The battle was a one-sided massacre.
Just when everyone thought it was just a routine attack.
"Thump!"
The earth trembled violently.
The tremors were so intense that they even caused the snow on the city walls to fall in a flurry.
Behind the mechanical tide, a massive black shadow slowly rose.
It was a giant mech that was five stories high.
Its shape resembles a church standing on the earth, and its huge feet shake the earth with every step it takes. Its enormous body is like a creation of the gods.
His left arm was equipped with a Berserker Chainsaw Sword, and his right arm with a Stormblast Gun.
Tier 4 Warhound-class Titan!
"Zi"
A pale blue light curtain instantly expanded from the center of the Titan, enveloping the Warhound-class Titan in a flawless oval light shield.
Ohm's heavy cannons struck the light screen, creating only insignificant ripples before disappearing without a trace.
Anna's pale flames struck the barrier, but it was like water hitting a reef, forcefully diverted and unable to advance an inch!
"Damn it! It's the Void Shield!"
Ohm's voice carried a hint of anxiety.
"None of us here can break through it with external force!"
"Big brother! Just like last time, you want me to hack into Titan's system and shut down the Void Shield!"
As Ohm spoke, he was about to control a backup mech to rush out.
"Step back!"
Lorraine's voice suddenly rang out coldly.
He stood atop the city wall, hands behind his back, his gaze calmly fixed on the war behemoth that was warming up the Stormblaster in its right arm.
"The fourth-tier Corruption mechs in the Black Core are draining your mental energy too much. You're not far from the attack of those two Fimbulwinters."
"You'd better save your magic and prepare for Fimbulwinter."
"But—" Ohm was a little confused, "Besides me, it seems like we in Babel Tower have no other way to deal with this Void Shield!"
"That Tier 4 Titan is about to break in! Maybe I should handle it—"
"Who says there's no way?" Lorraine's lips curled up slightly as she interrupted Ohm with a mischievous grin, turning to look at the silent figure beside her, who was as imposing as an iron tower.
"Victor."
"Your subordinate is here."
Victor stepped forward, his eyes beneath the visor fixed on the Titan.
"I'm familiar with the Void Shield."
Lorraine pointed to the battlefield below, "It was developed by the Golden Age to counter long-range firepower. It can devour all high-speed flying energy and physical munitions."
"But it has a fatal flaw."
Lorraine gave a cruel smile.
"To ensure that units within the shield can move and engage in melee combat normally, it is unprotected against low-speed, close-range physical contact."
"In other words—"
Lorraine patted Victor's heavy shoulder armor.
"It's a target prepared for you."
"Go ahead. Tear it down."
Victor took a deep breath and slowly drew the fourth-tier Wolf King Greatsword from behind his back.
The sword was heavy and exuded a chilling aura.
"Yes, ma'am."
Before he finished speaking, he leaped off the city wall like a heavy cannonball!
"boom!"
The moment it landed, the permafrost crumbled, and dust billowed up.
Without pausing, Victor, propelled by the force of his landing, transformed into a streak of earthy yellow light, charging towards the massive Titan amidst the swirling snow and wind!
This is what a knight is.
There was no fancy magic, no eerie curses.
Only the purest power, the most direct collision!
The Warhound-class Titan had obviously also spotted this reckless little bug.
Its right arm slowly lowered the explosive gun, and the black muzzle began to spew flames.
The next second, with a burst of intense firing, countless explosive shells hurtled towards Victor like the Grim Reaper.
"Get out of the way!" Lyra exclaimed from the city wall.
But Victor did not dodge.
He didn't slow down at all.
Faced with a bomb powerful enough to shred a living person, he simply held his greatsword horizontally in front of him, the newly awakened power within him...
Earth-based battle aura, as heavy as a mountain, was frantically poured into the armor.
【Immovable Barrier - The Form of a Mountain】!
"clang-!!!"
The bomb struck Victor, producing a deafening roar.
The terrifying heat instantly evaporated the frost around him, and white mist filled the air.
But next second.
A figure tore through the white mist, charging out with an indomitable momentum!
Unharmed!
The [Winter Barrier] armor was shrouded in the glow of fourth-tier battle aura, unloading all the energy impacts into the ground beneath its feet.
"Is this... the power of the fourth tier?"
As Victor felt the feedback from the armor, an indescribable surge of joy welled up within him.
It's too hard!
This is how a man should fight!
At this point, he was less than fifteen meters away from Titan.
The pale blue void shield was right in front of me.
Titan seemed to sense the threat as well, raising its massive mechanical legs to crush the insect.
But Victor is faster.
He stomped the ground a meter away from the Void Shield.
He shot straight into the sky!
He held his greatsword high in the air, his muscles taut like iron, and his earthy yellow battle aura compressed and condensed on the blade, eventually transforming into a solid sword beam ten meters long.
There are no tricks involved.
Only extreme power and weight.
"Open it for me!!!"
Victor roared and slashed down with his sword!
The moment the sword blade touched the void shield.
There was no violent explosion.
It's like a hot knife cutting into butter, or a boulder being thrown into calm water.
The pale blue void shield that could ignore heavy artillery bombardment actually let out a mournful cry when it came into contact with this pure, high-intensity physical strike.
"Snap!"
A crisp cracking sound echoed across the battlefield.
To the witches' astonishment, the shield that had remained unscathed despite repeated bombardments was cleaved in two by Victor's sword!
The light curtain shattered, turning into countless blue specks of light that dissipated.
The greatsword continued its momentum, striking the Titan's thick alloy armor with tremendous force.
"Squeak—"
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Amidst the teeth-grinding sound of metal tearing.
The once invincible Warhound-class Titan developed a massive crack running from its shoulder to its waist.
Electric sparks erupted wildly, and black engine oil splattered like blood.
Titan's massive body stiffened for a moment, then—
It collapsed with a crash!
One sword.
Break through the shields, destroy the ship.
Victor landed on the Titan's wreckage, sword in hand, his chest heaving violently.
White steam rose from the gaps in his armor.
He turned around, looked at Lorraine on the city wall, and slowly raised the greatsword in his hand.
That was a knight's respect and reverence for his lord.
It is also a declaration of the strong.
The city wall was deathly silent.
Everyone except Lorraine was stunned.
Even knowing that Victor had advanced to the fourth rank, the witches were completely unprepared.
Under the command of their legendary lord, a fourth-tier human knight was able to unleash power equal to that of a fourth-tier monster!
As Lorraine watched this scene, a satisfied smile finally appeared on her lips.
"A fourth-tier knight with a tailor-made breathing technique, coupled with top-tier equipment."
"This is the answer to why mortals can surpass demons of the same level."
He turned around, his cloak fluttering in the wind and snow.
"Clean up the battlefield."
"If we drag the wreckage of that Titan back, we'll have one level four city wall. The materials from this one will be enough to build another one!"
The wind and snow continued to blow.
But everyone knew that from this moment on...
From White Wolf Outpost to the Tower of Babel, this nail that has stubbornly survived in this wasteland has finally gained the right to draw its sword even in the face of real natural disasters.