The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

The breakthrough begins in Chapter 224.

The strategy of the gray-collar workers is simple: send the vanguard to clear the way, bring the nuns equipped with flamethrowers close to the behemoth, and then start burning it. If that behemoth is indeed the mastermind of these monsters, the enemy will definitely turn back to defend.

Now the army can take this opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Despite making extensive preparations, the nuns knew that this mission might be a one-way trip, but none of them complained.

Humans are such amazing creatures. Ordinary humans are arguably the most timid race. Countless humans would betray their own kind just to survive. But when humans unite, when the death toll exceeds a certain threshold, when humans successfully trigger the inevitable death of all men, whether as light as a feather or as heavy as a mountain, they seem to be reborn, showing other races what it was that made them the dominant species on the continent.

Hammond swung his longsword wildly. He had now led the nuns to the deepest part of the battlefield, a place the Grey Collar had never reached before. They could even clearly see the hooves of the giant monster.

As expected, the strategists' analysis was correct. The closer they got to the giant monster, the fiercer the demons' attacks became. The demons even spent more energy defending against the giant monster than they did on the front lines.

The monster waves were so dense that ordinary ray guns were useless; only more efficient melee weapons could barely clear a path. Moreover, if it weren't for the Dalcy troops behind him using enhanced, specially made ray guns for support, Hammond would have been knocked off his horse by these monsters even if he kept swinging his weapon.

Thanks to the ample supply of holy water, none of Hammond's knights have fallen in battle so far.

But soon, the earth began to tremble, and Hammond's battle-hardened horse even became restless. In the distance, a monster that was clearly a size larger than ordinary monsters charged straight toward Hammond.

Before these monsters charged forward, the Darcy troops providing support behind them had already reacted, firing their enhanced, specially made ray guns furiously. Seeing the ray guns burn a shallow hole, Darcy was relieved. These monsters were clearly more ferocious and had higher defense than ordinary monsters, but as long as they could inflict damage, it wouldn't be a problem.

However, after experiencing pain, these monsters became even more frenzied. One monster stopped, and several of its large mouths opened simultaneously. In an instant, Hammond sensed a subtle change in the magic on the battlefield. Almost instinctively, Hammond and the Lars Knights simultaneously deployed their shields.

Accompanied by the monster's violent howl, a fireball mixed with lightning shot out from the monster's mouth like a cannonball.

Fortunately, this fireball mixed with lightning didn't have the same impact force as a real cannonball in terms of kinetic energy, but its destructive power was real. If the shield hadn't been deployed, Hammond's team would have suffered casualties immediately.

"Bloodline magic?!"

Hammond shouted in shock as he charged forward.

This was the first time the gray-collar worker had observed that these monsters could also use bloodline magic; it seemed that this was the demon race's trump card.

Immediately afterwards, more magic bombarded in as if it were free. In order to protect the nuns behind him, Hammond could only stand up and hold the line with his Lars Knights.

If it were any other knight, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand this relentless barrage of magic. These monsters are like mobile turrets, and they're incredibly powerful.

Thinking of this, Hammond looked up at the largest monster not far away, and his heart tightened. Could it be that the monster could also use bloodline magic?

Just as Hammond was pondering, he heard Flora's voice in his ear.

"Lord Hammond, that's enough. You should retreat now!"

"What a joke! Knights should die on the charge, we can go a little further!"

Hammond went into battle almost with the determination to die, and how could these old, pedantic knights watch the lady die in front of them?

"We're almost there, and the situation has changed. You must convey the new information to the Governor!"

Flora's attitude was very firm, but Hammond was not buying it and shouted, "Darcy, I am ordering you with the authority of a battlefield commander that your mission is complete. Retreat immediately and report the information on the newly appeared monsters to the governor!"

Darcy, still firing, gritted his teeth, tossed the backpack filled with holy water to Hammond, and shouted, "Don't die!"

He then led his team to begin their retreat.

Hammond, barely maintaining his shield, took the holy water backpack, then tossed it to Flora, shouting, "The knights of Lars never fear battle!"

Flora shook her head, tossed the holy water backpack back, and said, "Lord Hammond, you've done even better. Leave the rest to us."

After saying that, the nuns suddenly pulled out flamethrowers and began to lightly pull the triggers, but even with just a light pull, the flames still shot out fiercely.

Although the spray wasn't directed at Hammond, the scorching heat and smoke still made it difficult for him to breathe.

"The Holy Maiden?!"

Hammond was somewhat shocked, but he still led the knights to make way. He didn't expect the saintess to use such a forceful method to make him retreat. Dying on the way to charge at monsters is indeed a manifestation of chivalry, but dying at the hands of one's own teammates is not.

"Thank you for escorting me, Lord Hammond. Live on!"

The nuns, dressed in blood-stained red robes, rode their horses toward the terrifying monsters that could use bloodline magic. Soon after, several tongues of fire shot into the sky from that direction, burning the approaching monsters and obscuring Hammond's vision.

Hammond gripped his longsword, his eyes bloodshot. If circumstances allowed, Hammond would lead his knights to salute the saint and the order of nuns.

But clearly, the roaring battlefield did not allow Hammond to do so.

"We must survive!"

Hammond didn't care whether it was useful or blasphemous; he prayed in his heart to every god he could think of.

He then led the knights around and followed Darcy's troops back to report the appearance of new monsters on the battlefield.

However, the nuns in the flames did not sense Hammond's respect at all. At this moment, the nuns were excitedly and somewhat frantically pressing the triggers of the flamethrowers.

This was essentially just a fourth-order spell, but quantitative change led to qualitative change. Powered by the original sand container, the raging flames resembled the flames of hell, never ceasing, and the moving barrier also began to operate, but its main purpose was not to resist the attacks of monsters, but to generate increasingly terrifying high temperatures.

As the monsters began to burn, the nuns drew their chainsaw swords, and loyal voices emanated from beneath their masks.