The energy surged in the swordsman's body. The warrior produced by the guild was proficient in both sacred magic and close combat skills, making him the best choice for the main tank in the team.
"Charge!!!"
The swordsman shouted loudly, his muscles tensed up and a pure white light enveloped the two of them.
At the same time, the magic-powered cannon completed its charging. The gunner trembled all over, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground. Meanwhile, the shells emitting intense arcs of light shot out at a speed that was too fast for the naked eye to catch, creating terrifying heatwaves as they passed by.
BOOM!!
The charged cannon plowed two tracks as wide as four-wheeled carriages on the ground, leaving scorched earth in their wake. Only the narrow area protected by the swordsman was spared from destruction. The swordsman himself was gasping for breath, as the full-force defense had depleted one-third of his magic power.
Although the swordsman was far inferior to the peak Amelia, he was still a superior warrior at the celestial stage! And one-third of his magic power had evaporated just like that!
Amelia still had lingering fear. She realized that she had no way to dodge that attack. If it weren't for the swordsman, she might have turned into a pancake by now.
Without time to express gratitude, the holy maid and the guard locked eyes, leaped forward together, and arrived in front of the federal soldiers. Before they could lift their guns and shoot, they swung their swords horizontally.
Splat!
Blood splattered instantly as several soldiers near the charged cannon were severed at the waist. They groaned a few times before taking their last breath. The surviving soldiers were stunned by this horrifying scene.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the two successfully broke through the encirclement and ran madly towards the distance, with stray bullets occasionally whizzing past them.
"Damn it, let them escape..."
On the other side of the encirclement, Natasha put down her binoculars and cursed in the federal language.
Natasha was confident of her success in this operation. With the elite reinforcement platoon under her command, she believed she could annihilate the special recruitment group here and leave no survivors.
However, she underestimated the power of the holy maid. The intelligence had indicated that the maid's power had dropped significantly after the battle with the lord of eternal winter. But in just a month's time, she had already recovered to the level of a ground-tier. Natasha miscalculated.
"Commander, should we pursue?"
Beside her, a girl dressed in a neat uniform asked in an emotionless tone.
The girl was not tall, slim, with icy purple eyes, pale skin, and silver hair tied in twin curls. She exuded an aura that kept people at a distance. In fact, the soldiers kept a vacuum zone around her on their own, only the commanding officer Natasha dared to stand beside her.
"Pursue!" Natasha said angrily, "Don't show any mercy and kill the holy maid for me! Tear off her magic circuit and bring it back, leave no survivors!"
The commanding officer's furious aura made the soldiers tremble involuntarily. However, the silver-haired girl seemed completely unaffected by this overwhelming anger. She simply nodded expressionlessly and swiftly dashed toward the direction in which Amelia had escaped.
Looking at the others in the convoy, they had already engaged in a fierce battle with the federal soldiers. The imperial people had broken through the federal formation from all sides, and the one-sided massacre had quickly turned into a small-scale melee.
A warrior wielding a huge axe moved about in the crowd, bullets striking his armor, creating terrifying sounds. However, he disregarded it completely, and with a surprised expression on the faces of the soldiers in front of him, he swung his axe high.
Splat!
In the moment when he split the soldier's head open, the warrior saw deep confusion and despair in his eyes. But he had no mercy, there was no room for pity in front of the enemy. All he had to do was to kill.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
After killing the enemy, the warrior shouted angrily at the sky. This shout stirred the blood of all the imperial people present, and they responded by yelling, even Elder Deckard excitedly stood up from his wheelchair.
This was the pride of the imperial people. Throughout history, there have been countless clashes between the empire and the federation. There have been glorious victories as well as shameful defeats. However, regardless of the outcome, the imperial people would always show their magnificence on the battlefield, using their powerful magic to tell the federation people: those who play with machines, go to hell!
