When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 598 - 569: For Freedom (6k - )

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"It's Prince Kongdai, the true dog prince."

On the hills to either side, a Holy Gunman couldn't help but shout, and the Holy Gunmen's gaze immediately focused on that knight with a purple-red crest hanging down from his helmet.

He stood nearly three meters tall, and because he was so robust, he seemed somewhat bulky.

The heavy armor clattered with the bounces, the sound of metal clashing dull and distant.

The War Monks on the hilltops changed their expressions.

How heavy it must be to make such a sound.

"Don't just stand there, it's seventy meters already," commanded the brigade commanders of the two fifty-man Holy Gun Teams, "shoot in kneeling-standing formation, and after shooting, retreat to the back of the hill and prepare to withdraw."

The clockwork key turned with a creaking sound, the cogs ticking away like a countdown.

The horse hooves pounded like war drums, striking at the heart of each War Monk, as they continued licking their dry lips, palms sweaty and afraid to wipe.

He's coming, he's coming, he's here!

Like a colossal iron mountain, Prince Kongdai charged toward the hilltop with a swirl of dust.

"Volley fire!" the brigade commander shouted loudly.

"Praise Holy Wind!"

Watching the rapidly charging Prince Kongdai, every Holy Gunman grit their teeth, swollen fingers pressing heavily on the serpent-shaped triggers.

A piercing shriek echoed between the hills and the lowlands, and in the classic front-kneeling, rear-standing shooting stance, upper, middle, and lower rows of lead flew forward, colliding as they rushed toward the galloping knights.

On either side of the charging column, seven or eight Imperial Knights immediately erupted in sprays of blood and fell from their horses.

When they hit the ground, the weight of their armor splashed mud upward.

"Despicable!" Prince Kongdai cursed angrily, speeding up his horse, "Step forward, charge straightforwardly!"

Amid countless gazes filled with hope, just after shouting, Prince Kongdai's shoulders shuddered, and at least four sparks from lead contact burst from his chest and arm armor.

"Ah, a hit!"

Immediately, a Service Soldier from behind clapped and cheered, only to have the Legion Secretary kick him in the rear.

"Ouch, what are you doing?"

The Legion Secretary's face turned pale: "Don't speak carelessly, look carefully!"

The Service Soldier climbed up from the ground, craning his neck to look at the battlefield, eyes widening in disbelief: "He, how can he still be sitting on the horse?!"

Despite the several sparks and bursts on his body, none could penetrate Prince Kongdai's defense.

His entire set of armor was the most precious White Crystal Steel, though only 2mm thick, it could rival the hardness and toughness of 4mm mild steel.

Unless by chance striking the thin edges of the armor plates, ordinary lead cannot pierce the iron armor.

The only lead that broke through the edge of the steel armor got lodged in Prince Kongdai's muscle, unable to advance further.

If you look closely, you can see a semi-transparent glow hidden within the shadows of the armor.

[Blessing·Barrier to Arrows and Bullets]

With the evolution of plate armor craftsmanship, this defensive blessing had originally been discarded because it occupied two blessing slots.

But under the suppression of clockwork guns, it was once again unearthed by the monks from the trash heap of history.

As a Great Knight, though only on the path to being fully promoted, the number of blessings he could carry had already doubled, reaching four to five.

Upon becoming a full Great Knight, theoretically, the blessings one could carry are unlimited; Prince Kongdai's ancestor from the Golden Finch Family was once a Great Knight with thirteen blessings.

However, limited by the monks' levels of Divine Art, most would not exceed seven.

Prince Kongdai currently bears four blessings:

Treading on Flat Ground to overcome all trenches and spiked pits, Light as a Feather to reduce armor weight, Saint George's Eye to enhance vision and dynamic sight, and Barrier to Arrows and Bullets forming a protective film against arrows and lead bullets over the skin.

The golden patterns on the armor shone brilliantly under the blessing flames and sunlight.

Though separated by the narrow eye slits of a beak helmet, everyone seemed as if they could see those scarlet eyes.

The ground quaked, a cold, slimy sensation like being surrounded by venomous snakes crawled from the soles to the back, and the freshly repelled mercenaries' calves unexpectedly trembled slightly.

Bear in mind, the Leaping Soldiers who had stood in the first row had already successfully retreated to the rear, and those standing in the front three rows were seasoned soldiers in full armor, with breathing techniques, wielding fine steel spears.

Even they were afraid.

"Hold steady, hold steady!" Watching the Holy Gunmen retreating from both sides and the hill, Lefi's forehead was covered with sweat, "During the Battle of Pavia, it was us who held back the Imperial Knight charge, and we can do it this time too.

We are the Guard Battle Group, and the Guard Battle Group is His Majesty's most favored group. During the Battle of Pavia, it was us who secured the victory. If we don't want to ruin our Guard Battle Group's honor and betray His Majesty's trust, then don't move!" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Lefi didn't know if his encouragement would work; Prince Kongdai was already at the front, leaving no time to verify.

"Level the spears!" the brigade commander of the fifty-man team shouted.

Due to the narrow hilltop terrain, the Salvation Army couldn't deploy in a line but switched from line to column.

Thus, they rarely adopted a formation of 20 columns and 30 rows. However, at this moment, the two fifty-man teams at the rear had already followed the gunners from the lowland corridor, heading for the third hill.

Based on the pre-battle plan, to prevent knights from driving routed soldiers into the rear ranks and facilitate covering the rear with the front line, they retreated from every other hill.