Chapter 47: Gravity Trap
“This stairwell is too narrow.” The lead knight led his companions, charging up the stairs. Due to the bulky size of the powered armor, the knights could only go through one after the other.
“I have a bad feeling.”
“We can’t take the elevator, can we?” His companion behind him said.
Not to mention whether there was even power, the elevator’s weight limit alone couldn’t bear the weight of multiple powered armors, and the knights couldn’t possibly have the elevator slowly send them up one by one.
Rushing to the corner of the fifth floor, the knights saw a masked girl sitting on the stair railing above.
She was small, seemingly not yet an adult, with straight black hair falling past her shoulders. She wore an ordinary mage robe, her left leg bent and resting on the railing, her right leg dangling idly.
“Hmm?” Her masked face looked over.
“Get out of the way!” The lead knight drew his broadsword.
“There are no heretics up there.” The girl’s voice was clear and pleasant, but her tone seemed to be sneering.
The knights froze for a moment. The solemn oath they had taken to defend their faith when they first joined the Crusaders seemed to flash through their minds.
However, those remaining traces of fervor and sense of justice were quickly swallowed by the cold reality and a faint sense of guilt.
“We are only loyal to our monarch.” The lead knight pointed his broadsword at the girl. “God is our witness, may He bear witness to our loyalty and honor.”
“Then if God sends your monarch to hell, will you follow him down there too?” The girl said coldly.
Inside the powered armor helmet, the knight’s expression changed slightly, and then he immediately chose to thrust his sword forward.
Even if he really had to go to hell one day, at least he would drag this woman down with him!
Before the sword reached her, Thira remained seated, a low sneer coming from under her mask.
“Heh.”
The hand resting on her knee quickly flipped over.
Gravity Amplification.
The knight’s sword continued forward, but his body sank downwards strangely.
No! The ground was sinking!
The stairs beneath their feet were collapsing!
The stairs, already under a heavy load, couldn’t bear the suddenly doubled weight of several powered armor knights and instantly crumbled.
The knights, encased in steel exoskeletons, crashed through the stairs of the fifth, fourth, third, second, and first floors, landing heavily on the ground.
The violent shockwave transmitted through the armor made the knights cough up blood.
Thira waved her hand, and a pile of stones, prepared beforehand, levitated from the corner of the stairs.
These stones floated in the air and gathered into a pile. The surrounding air pressure began to drop rapidly, causing the outside air to rush in, compressing each stone tightly.
Then, she suddenly erased the air pressure below the pile of stones and doubled their gravity.
Under the influence of the atmospheric pressure above and the amplified gravity, this “cannonball” formed by numerous stones instantly passed through the holes in the stairs and smashed onto the knights’ powered armor.
The violent physical collision shattered the air pressure formula. The next second, the compressed air between the stones suddenly expanded, sending the stones shooting out in all directions.
All the powered armors were instantly pockmarked, as if they had been hit head-on by an extremely powerful shotgun.
“They’re not dead yet?” Thira clicked her tongue in wonder, looking at the knights below who couldn’t get up but were still slightly moving. “Is powered armor really that tough? Or are their bodies more resistant?”
She sighed and summoned another pile of stones – twice as many as before.
“Squad One! Please respond, Squad One!”
In the distant street, the knight shouted in vain into his helmet communicator, but only crackling noises like firecrackers came from the other side.
After a moment, the communication was forcibly cut off, and he couldn’t connect anymore.
“Squad One is silent.” The knight hurriedly reported.
“Go! Retreat!” Alfred was silent for a moment and could only give the order reluctantly.
Under the continuous suppressive fire of the sniper, the knights quickly stood up, shielding the unsuspecting knight squires and the two commanders in the center, not giving the sniper any opportunity.
Only a sniper can deal with a sniper. At this moment, Alfred deeply understood this saying.
However, Joel thought of another weapon: mortars.
If they couldn’t precisely eliminate the sniper at long range, then eliminating the entire cover where the sniper was located might be a more cost-effective and direct approach.
And it was said that the current Holy Solomon Empire, after Emperor Otto’s unreserved development of the military industry, could already produce mortars.
Not just building the shell and frame like with powered armor, and having to smuggle the internal control chips through Venetian channels, but from raw material casting to finalization, the entire production chain and supply chain had been opened up, and they were fully capable of independently producing mortars.
After returning, he must suggest to His Majesty to import a batch of mortars from the Holy Roman Empire to deal with the mages and snipers of Olympia.
Otherwise, being attacked from a long distance like this, even powered armor knights couldn’t withstand it.
“They are retreating, should we pursue?” Mia, staring at the fleeing knight squad from the shadows, asked on the radio.
“No need for us to intervene.” Asker said.
“Who?” Mia asked curiously.
“I see them.” Miel on the rooftop stared through her sniper rifle scope, looking towards the outskirts of the town.
“The Spartans are here.” She whispered into the communicator.
…
The army led by the Spartans, composed of a large number of mercenaries, arrived neither too early nor too late.
Just as they finished forming up and exited the tunnel, they were stunned by the violent explosion in the town below the mountain.
After observing for a few minutes and finding no further movement, they cautiously advanced down the mountain road.
As soon as they approached the town, they saw Alfred and the others, along with more than twenty knights, hurriedly withdrawing from the center of the town, fleeing towards another Crusader base not far to the northeast.
The Spartans tried to intercept them, while a large number of Crusader warriors also rushed out of the base to try and provide cover.
So a chaotic battle broke out near the outskirts of the town.
Frankly, Asker hated chaotic battles the most.
Once the number of people reached hundreds or thousands, even professional players couldn’t guarantee their survival.
The most important advantage that professional players had over ordinary players was their ability to read the battlefield.
However, once the battlefield became too complex, even professional players couldn’t grasp the overall situation.
On an extremely chaotic battlefield, a stray arrow or a stray bullet from a blind spot could take your life.
The most typical example was the “Unjust Crusade” in Version 3 and its expansion. The Holy Roman Empire fought against the Church alliance. The scene was grand and chaotic, with battles every day, a bunch of players dying in each battle, and corpses piling up like mountains.
Asker didn’t want his team to lose members for such a ridiculous reason before the storyline reached the “Unjust Crusade.”
Of course, even if the members of Azure Longsword didn’t participate in the battle, the Spartans wouldn’t lose easily for a while.
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