Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1155: Chapter 882: Input One Pawn, Then Input Another_2

However, now, with Garland’s grand gift, it’s not like there are no means of restraint.

He lifted his head and looked beside him.

He pointed to the rapidly approaching Mutated Angel in the distance, ”Can you catch that thing alive?”

Enveloped in steel, the Paladin knelt on one knee and reported, ”Killing it is simple, but capturing it alive is somewhat difficult. We don’t have tools to deal with such opponents.”

”How about with this?”

Huai Shi pulled out the Sorrow of Index and handed it over.

The Paladin raised his hands to receive it and said resolutely, ”We will not disappoint you!”

”Good.”

Huai Shi nodded, ”Then let me witness the valor of the Charlemagne Knight Group.”

The Paladin stood up, left a Herald, and turned away.

Soon, a blaring horn sounded from the stern array beneath the Eternal Frozen Heart. Iron light rolled over, amidst the resounding friction of countless steels, flags were raised high once more.

But this time, it was not the flag of Emperor Charlemagne, but the Rotten Dream Flag representing the authority of the Great Priestess!

Without Huai Shi’s orders, the majority of the Knight Group members went up the high wall to assist the city defense. Meanwhile, in front of the huge rift, a column of cavalry covered in thick armor was already waiting, iron hooves trampling the ground, sparks flying.

They stared indifferently at the black tide surging from the distance, and the wind carrying ashes swept in from beyond the breach, bringing piercing screams and wails.

They were solemn and silent, like frozen ice.

When the Paladin named Roland mounted his warhorse and pointed forward, the frozen ice cracked instantly, and the mighty stream of iron burst forth from the roar towards the battlefield beyond the rift!

Those cold armors reflected the sun wheel within the Dark Origin of the Cosmic, glowing with dazzling and solemn radiance.

There was no roar, no shout, not even a sound from beneath the armor. The instant the flag was raised, the legendary Paladins mounted their warhorses and charged into this battlefield filled with mist and flames.

On the chariots of gold and bone, Gala lifted her eyes slightly and waved her right hand down.

Immediately, dozens of Psalmists behind her raised their bone flutes and began to play harsh, jarring noises.

In the central army, dozens of large iron cages trembled violently, as if some behemoth was struggling fiercely inside. Quickly, when the gates opened, wriggling Mutated Spirits of Birth crawled out from them.

These creatures with distorted limbs chewed on their guards with large mouths. Soon, sweet food hung from the sharp bone spurs. Urged and commanded by the flute music, they soon raised their heads from the bloodshed, looking towards the knights charging out from the rift.

Screeches erupted.

The massive bodies of the Mutant Species swelled again, lunging towards the Knight Group.

The rolling stench wind surged forward.

At the forefront of the Charlemagne Knight Group, the leading Paladin Roland coldly lifted his heavy cavalry spear beside the saddle, gripping it tightly as the sound of steel friction continued to erupt behind him.

The silent knights had already drawn their weapons, tightened the reins, and increased their speed. Iron hooves sketched sparks from the ground, and the roaring gallop became ever more shrill.

Without any hesitation, they aimed at the Spirits of Nativity ahead.

The eyes behind the armor showed no sign of wavering.

Only the iron light and the black tide were rapidly approaching. At the moment of impending contact at the forefront, Roland suddenly erupted with a high-pitched roar.

It was like thunder.

Brilliant golden light circulated around the Knight Group. In an instant, the entire iron stream accelerated again. Accompanied by the great shock of the earth, flames rose from their bodies.

The red-hot steel burned, plowing a dark scorch mark across the ground.

The flames roared, transforming into a torrent, spreading to the sides.

Only to see the pitch-black fluid splattering like rain.

The wedge-shaped formation thrust forward fiercely, tearing through the Mutant Species ahead with unstoppable momentum, reversing upwards once more!

The most primitive and brutish kinetic impact brought the most tragic and direct results. Wherever it passed, all flesh turned to mud, like countless iron hammers pounding through, shattering into pieces.

Under the protection of resplendent golden light, not a single person was harmed.

The artillery of the Town of Dusk followed closely, covering the torn line with fire and decay, burying everything in flames and degeneration.

At the forefront, Roland had already charged into the chanting of the Mutated Angel.

The inaudible song echoed in the air like a tsunami, but the invisible tsunami was promptly torn apart by the charging cavalry, scattering towards the Charlemagne Paladins who had parted to the sides, plowing through the Hell Swarm like a blade, utterly crushing all opponents.

The Sorrow of Index endlessly extended, swiftly entangling the limbs of the Mutated Angel from between their iron steeds, binding them.

The staggering giant monster lowered its head, raising a palm to slam towards the ground.

Roland had already drawn his ”Sword,” slashing towards the monster!

In an instant, the blinding flash of iron flickered and disappeared, followed by a giant arm tumbling to the ground amidst a spray of blood. Like a tide sweeping past from both sides, the Lock Chain instantly contracted, and in the knights’ strenuous pull, bound onto the Mutated Angel’s shell, tightening once more.

Amidst the thundering roar, the Mutated Angel knelt to the ground, trying to support its body, but it couldn’t break free from the constraints.

Roland opened his mouth, shouting loudly, as the two divided cavalry units merged once again, looping around a Great Circle, dragging the Lock Chain, hauling the heavy prey back towards the rift in the Town of Dusk.

The slowly closing rift halted its repair, and subsequently, it rapidly opened like a door. Under Huai Shi’s control, countless heavy steel structures reversed, and one massive capstan after another rose from within.

When Roland hooked the Lock Chain onto it, it began spinning rapidly, sparking countless sparks.

Powered by the immense drive of the Eternal Frozen Heart, the capstan swiftly contracted, pulling the struggling Mutated Angel rapidly back towards the interior of the Town of Dusk.

On that straight path, countless steel structures reversed, revealing the enormous workings beneath the Eternal Frozen Heart. With the opening of layer upon layer of gates, dazzling firelight emerged from the deepest darkness.

The molten steel gathered into a sea, churning up waves upon waves, stinging everyone’s eyes.

More and more restraints entangled around the Mutated Angel’s limbs, dragging it inch by inch into the boiling iron slurry. Only a mournful screech echoed in the ears of the Hell Swarm, bringing a biting chill.

Such a cruel method of execution...

What is the meaning?

On top of the chariot, Gala paused for a moment, looking up towards the top of the Eternal Frozen Heart.

On the Seat of the Sun Caster, Huai Shi was also looking at him.

Smiling.

Lips silently opening and closing.

Across the vast distance, word by word, conveying praise.

”Your monster is excellent—”

At that moment, an even more piercing scream emanated from the iron slurry, spreading out.

It was as if engulfed by endless despair. It’s unimaginable what kind of encounter would force it to emit such a wail.

In the furnace, the Angel’s Halo shattered inch by inch, the scar-laden face convulsing violently, yet utterly submerged by the molten iron that came to life.

The casting began!

Only now did Gala ’see’ the rest of the sentence from Huai Shi’s mouth.

”—but now it’s mine!”

In the sea of molten iron, vast waves suddenly surged, followed by a colossal silhouette climbing out. Numerous boiling iron drops rained down like a storm.

The giant forged from the enemy’s Divine Nature unfurled wings wide enough to cover the entire sea of molten iron!

Still a combination of [Nirvana Metamorphosis] and [Bioreconstruction]!

But this time, not using one’s own Source Armament, but war machines from the enemy, disassemblied thoroughly through the boiling iron in a snap, then recast with an altered form.

Once lurking in the underground Domain of the Town of Dusk, the massive mechanical insect, the machine giant forged by the Variator, reappeared above Helios.

Amidst the sweeping hurricane, a steel moth the size of a building flapped its wings, rising into the sky, circling in the eternal twilight of the Town of Dusk.

Wherever it went, pitch-black clouds spread, lightning brewed...

”So cool, huh? Then let’s have another one!”

Huai Shi pointed to the distance, turning back to instruct the Paladin: ”I want the biggest one.”

”As you wish.”

Roland nodded.