Crown of Silence

Chapter 729 Raid

Bron Fortress at night

The hot air wafts through the night sky, the smell of ashes and sulfur.

The small town behind the fortress is already covered with tragic scars, crisscrossed, and several blocks have collapsed and burned under the war weapons of the Asgardians during the day.

The bloody smell is boiled by the flames and lingers in the air. Even in the middle of the night, there are still workers on the city wall working overtime to repair the cracks in the city wall.

The side of the city wall facing the outside has been completely burned, the shell covering the alloy melted, the molten steel flows and condenses, forming a silt-like texture, which is unpleasant.

Sometimes, when you use a hammer to knock off the dry skin on the outside of the stone, you can still see the uncondensed molten lava inside.

As for the area under the city wall, it has long been unrecognizable.

Even the reinforced mountains on both sides have collapsed in large numbers. The rubble piled up under the cliff, half covering the broken armor and the charred corpse, and the other half of the corpse was covered by dust.

In the cracks formed by the large-scale bombardment, the eyes of the dead stared at the night sky through the dust.

In the noise, I don’t know who is playing the flute, and the faint 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 rails were tilted and pointed at the distant night sky.

It was like preparing to welcome the train coming from the night sky.

But under the rails, there were armored knights silently queuing up to receive the fixed ropes, and then bent down according to the formation to get into the "small box".

Even though it was a large enough space for ordinary people, it was still too narrow for knights who were only wearing basic power skeletons and not even equipped with outer armor.

After squeezing in, he sat on the chair and fixed his armor and the iron chair together with a fixed lock, so he couldn't even stretch his waist.

The team members looked at each other, looking at the uneasy eyes under the armor.

Noisy voices kept coming from the construction site outside.

"The angle measurement is completed, and the guide rail is normal."

"The power system is loaded and is being tested."

Those emotionless voices kept ringing, making their expressions more and more uneasy.

Until the end, a figure who was slightly thinner than everyone else walked in, and after closing the hatch, those voices were cut off.

But the pure silence made people more and more panicked.

Galahad sat silently in his position, fixing the armor and the chair together, without speaking, closing his eyes and resting.

Everyone took a look, and someone brave enough asked:

"Sir, is this thing really reliable?"

"Why think so much?" Christine scolded coldly: "If you die, just consider it as sacrificing your life for the country!"

"Uh..."

The person who asked the question had no choice but to stop talking. He didn't expect to be scolded, but when he saw her hands tightly grasping the chair, and her hand nails almost deformed the armrests, the other people couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Christine glanced at them coldly, and although she was angry, she didn't say anything.

There was no way. Although the people from the Royal Research Institute guaranteed that there was no problem with this system, who could really sit on it with peace of mind? If there was really no problem, why did they name this broken box "Hell Parachute Drop"?

A group of knights sitting in an iron box, being ejected into the core of the enemy, if you think about it, you will feel that every link from beginning to end is full of problems, right?

What's more... Christine 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 would definitely not think that we would launch a surprise attack, but... at least give us a set of light armor, right?"

In order to reduce the weight, everyone's armor was adjusted to the lightest.

Although they all wore heavy power skeletons, they did not hang any armor on them at all, and even most of the defense modules were removed.

Even if ordinary people were still hard to be hurt by swords, the opponent was also a frost giant knight holding a power halberd and a vibrating axe gun. Going to fight with this equipment was no different from being naked.

"You don't need to think about this problem."

Christine looked at him seriously: "It will be solved when the time comes."

It will be solved... How to solve it?

Is it an airdrop armor?

Even if it is airdropped, it will take more than five minutes for skilled engineers to load it...In that time, everyone would have been killed by the frost knights, so why bother dressing up.

Everyone smiled helplessly.

Although uneasy, the knight's destiny is to follow orders.

From knight training, to modulation, to the awarding of medals to become a formal knight, even the reverence for doctrine and orders began in their childhood.

A qualified knight will not hesitate at all when facing a military order, even if it means jumping into a fire pit.

Although there is definitely fear, 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, but I have to admit... the so-called knight's brain will only start when it is 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 we are launching a counterattack against Asgard. No, it should be said to be revenge, to avenge the 46,000 people who died in the battle in recent days.

——Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!

Each of you must come back with ten identity cards of Frost Knights, otherwise, you will die there with eleven identity cards! 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 though his brain was groggy, his hands did not hesitate to draw out the long sword equipped on his body, and scattered in all directions according to the orders in the plan.

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 have been awakened. Their muscles are beating wildly and swelling, and adrenaline is rushing through their blood vessels, but their brains have fallen into a mechanized calmness.

Continuous roars continued, and iron coffins continued to fall from the sky, sending a small team of Knights of the Round Table into the Asgard military camp.

Some hit the playground, some hit the factory, some hit the 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!