I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 552 - 490: Crushing, the Swan Song of the Old Era!_2

Chapter 552 -490: Crushing, the Swan Song of the Old Era!_2

A front-line Knight of divine punishment hadn’t even seen clearly how the streak of light had shot toward him when his entire body, along with his mount, burst into a mist of blood and fragments…

This scene occurred everywhere on the battlefield, without pain or screams, because everything happened too swiftly. In an instant, over a hundred paths of death, littered with blood and flesh, opened up within the cavalry formation. The intense stench of blood filled the air, but it only made this cavalry force charge forward even more maniacally.

However, this was just the beginning. After the Divine Protection was shattered by the electromagnetic cannon, one airship after another became visible in the sky as they deactivated their cloaking devices. The bomb bays on the underside opened abruptly, and projectiles the size of a person’s head started plummeting down toward them.

Considering the task of clearing the battlefield afterward, the airships were not loaded with White Phosphorus Fire but these projectiles were just as deadly. The massive incendiary bombs burst open in mid-air once again, scattering shrapnel that covered most of the battlefield. Amid the violent explosions and flashes of light, nearly ten thousand cavalrymen perished in this barrage!

Assume the machine guns and cannons mounted on the armored vehicles also fired in unison.

Connected gunfire, whizzing shells, shrapnel raining down from the sky, fierce crossfire—every second countless Knights of divine punishment were blasted to pieces, falling down in rows like cut wheat.

But under the influence of powerful Divine Arts, they entirely forgot fear, and they forgot to flee. Perhaps only in the moment of death could they break free from this state of frenzy.

Seeing one comrade after another falling to the artillery before his eyes, Nix was filled with endless rage. His eyes turned blood-red as he shouted, “Charge, charge, end the doomsday, kill them!”

“Kill, kill them!” “End the doomsday!” “Heaven… Heaven is coming!”

Tens of thousands of Knights of divine punishment roared, recklessly colliding with the steel-deluge-made-up of armored vehicles in front of them, trying to completely crush it with a powerful impact like they had done in the past with rebel forces and Believers of the Evil God!

As the distance between them closed, fifty thousand rapidly charging cavalry, having lost about seventy percent of their number, finally crossed that long path of death, piercing into the steel deluge like a sharp knife.

However, they soon realized just how unrealistic their previous fantasies were. Even the knightly lances, enchanted with Divine Arts, could only dent the armor of the vehicles, only to rebound upon impact due to the massive reaction force, resulting in a scene of blood and chaos, with men and horses overturned.

Priests and bishops mingled within the cavalry used their Divine Arts to blast deep dents into these steel monstrosities, but that was about the extent of their effect.

With the strength of the bishops, if they were in a good state, they should not fail to handle a steel monstrosity, but much of their Divine Energy had been used to protect against the onslaught of artillery fire, and they had no time for prayers to receive the blessing of Divine Power, leaving them momentarily unable to breach the armor’s defenses.

Only Nix and a few other high-ranking bishops could easily destroy the armored vehicles, but such conspicuous existence quickly became the focus of attention, and a dozen electromagnetic shells blasted directly at him, reducing him to a cloud of blood mist.

As for the objects under attack, aside from a few armored vehicles that were hit on their wheels or weak points and forced to stop, they did not even halt. The cold, sturdy armor appeared like a moving wall, grinding the obstructing enemy into shards, leaving behind only scattered corpses and blood that slowly pooled into rivers along the battle lines.

“Have they gone mad? They still won’t retreat in the face of this?”

As Rafael and others observed everything through far-seeing Magic on the airship, their scalps tingled at the sight of tens of thousands of the Empire’s legionnaires charging towards the steel tide unafraid of death, only to be crushed without exception, yet continuing to rush forward in endless waves. Up until now, they had already taken out five waves of troops the Church had sent to block them.

Each time the number was not too many or too few, roughly between forty and sixty thousand.

As for the purpose of dividing their forces, he had guessed some of the reasons, one of which was to prevent them from using “Sky Vaulting” to wipe out everyone at once.

But attacking in such waves was almost no different from a suicide mission!

The Church should be very aware of this, yet they continued to send an unending stream of troops.

“Maybe they want to use these people to deplete our ammunition and Magic Power reserves, to gain some advantage for the later decisive battle,” Harrov speculated.

A hundred thousand lives in exchange for battle readiness?

The Wizards present couldn’t help but frown, feeling a chill surging from their feet to their hearts.

If that was truly the case, the church’s madness and ruthlessness would surpass their imagination, yet they also couldn’t deny that, after six large battles in a row, over seventy percent of their year’s stock of various ammunition had been consumed.

Fortunately, their most crucial combat readiness had not been used; the Wizards’ Magic Power had always remained at a considerable state, and the four legendary Wizards—Lynn, Vittorio, Harrov, and Aurora—scarcely made a move.

For one thing, the kingdom’s army alone could resolve such minor skirmishes, and it also provided an opportunity to train new soldiers. Secondly, they needed to maintain their best condition to face potential threats.

According to their intelligence, the church still possessed at least three legendary clerics, over a hundred cardinals, countless bishops and priests, along with a deity of unknown strength. All told, their strength was actually much greater than theirs.

“It’s also possible that these legions are pawns the church has thrown out to delay our march,” Lynn speculated thoughtfully.

But this was obviously meaningless. Under the crush of thousands of armored vehicles, these imperial legions delivering themselves to death couldn’t even block their advance.

The longest delay was when seven cardinals led tens of thousands of men in defense within a mountain forest.

As a result, he directly ordered airships, warplanes, and artillery to bombard the area for several hours. Then, with armored vehicle brigades as the vanguard, everything could be flattened simply by driving through.

Six punitive armies, over three hundred thousand elite troops, along with border legions from other directions attacking the kingdom to divide their forces for rescue, should be all the conventional forces the Empire could muster!

Lynn looked down at the Imperial Knights below, enduring heavy casualties, valiantly striving against an impregnable wall of iron despite it being a hopeless endeavor, fighting until the very last moment of their lives, and he felt somewhat moved in his heart.

It must be said that, in the study of Spiritual Magic, the gap between them and the church was quite evident.

Lynn could imagine the psychological pressure such an army, comprised of Godly Warriors and Divine Mages, unafraid of death, would bring to the enemy; no wonder the church and the Empire had been able to dominate the continent.

It’s just a pity that the swan song of the old era had come to an end…

As he was pondering, the battle below subtly came to its conclusion. After incurring a tenth of the losses, fifty thousand Imperial Cavalry had completely collapsed.

The entire plain had become a slaughterhouse, filled with burning corpses, shattered armors, weapons, and helmets scattered everywhere.

The tide of steel had no intention of stopping, as there were people specially tasked with dealing with these troubles behind them. What they needed to do was to keep advancing, advancing, and advancing!

The target was the Holy City!

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Night fell swiftly, and the tireless Kingdom’s army finally halted to prepare for rest and reorganization.

Now, they were less than sixty kilometers away from the Holy City in a straight line. If they abandoned their supplies and marched light, they could reach the city by the following morning.

Appropriate rest before a significant battle was obviously necessary.

Lynn looked up at the sky, where a bright moon hung high, shining exceptionally bright; every Mage felt the existence of a Magic tide.

Yet he remembered that today should not be a moon day…