When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 726 - 682: Battle! (Rounded up to 6k words, super giant double-length - )_3

"Won't the Demon Hunters go directly for assassination? Let them assassinate and destroy a catapult, the reward is 300 pounds."

Though great rewards inspire great courage, unlike the Mages, these cannons are densely arranged, right under the eyes of the Holy Gunmen.

A few Demon Hunters approached, only to face a volley of gunfire. As they struggled to get close enough, staring at the massive iron contraption, they couldn't figure out how to destroy it.

In the end, they returned with nothing but the corpses of their companions.

Above, huge iron balls whizzed by, and as they went, a Knight fell with limbs flying.

Under such immense pressure, Count Kazi ran around, offering rewards and granting titles, relying on the enforcement teams and Monks' Divine Art to bring over 2800 Full Armor Knights to about 150 steps away.

When both sides could see each other's banners, it was time to clash.

Lead bullets sparked on the armor, and the falling clockwork shells made the Knights shake their heads, itching under helmets, unable to scratch.

"Finally here." Count Kazi gritted his teeth, looking at the enemy formations scattered into four piles. Seeing their thin formations, he suppressed his excitement, "Last formation, ready to charge!"

"Roar—"

In response, the Knights unleashed their long-suppressed fury. Having been pressured by these farmers for a long time, they finally had the power to retaliate.

Standing oppositely, more than two thousand Salvation Army soldiers began to close ranks and level their spears, preparing to face the charge.

"Stand firm!"

"To the front, those with dual swords to the front, Duke of Bodosa offers a 100 pounds reward!"

"For glory, for Clove Corridor!"

"…Ancient heroes unseen, now lead balls and cannonballs…"

"The enemy catapults stopped firing, they must be scared!"

"…Unheard of Holy Father's hand, unstoppable Spring Cannon…"

"Who's singing, who allowed singing?" Amidst the noisy chaos, a Knight impatiently roared.

"…We Monks are chosen by the gods, fearless despite thousands of challenges…"

"Who's singing? Who's singing?" As the singing grew clearer, the Knight Captain angrily looked around, suddenly turning his head toward the forest.

What is that? The Knight's eyes slowly widened, his heart racing madly in half a second.

At the forest's edge, the mud-covered Divine Punishment Army, with leeches behind ears and calves, appeared in view.

What terrified him most was not the flank cavalry but the platforms rising from the mud with a row of slowly advancing small Spring Cannons.

"Eh eh eh—" In his urgency, the Knight couldn't speak properly, only pointing to the forest and shouting wildly, "Archers, archers, volley over there, hurry! Hurry!"

"Sing, row after row…"

As the song grew unmistakably clear, Knights on the right flank turned their heads in horror at the sudden appearance of another Salvation Army unit.

And the row of 3-Pound Falcon Cannons in front of them.

"Sing, row after row… Holy Alliance Salvation Army!"

Chaos began on the right flank, completely unnoticed by Count Kazi, whose gaze was fixed on a new massive object emerging behind dozens of enemy catapults.

"For glory!"

The Knights' battle cries seemed distant, as Count Kazi stared directly at the enlarged "Magic Catapults."

No, no!

Count Kazi wanted to shout, but the voice stuck in his throat couldn't come out.

New magic catapults, four new magic catapults!

"Praise Holy Wind!"

The devil's murmurs recited praises to the Holy Father.

"Boom boom boom boom boom—"

In coordination with the four flat-firing sand cannons, twenty-four Falcon Cannons roared in unison.

When the cannons fired, Count Kazi felt his heart stop.

Though the cannonballs didn't directly hit him, the flying dirt and impact felt like a mighty punch to his chest.

"Count, my lord." A dirt-covered servant reached out to assist him but was pushed away by Count Kazi.

Clearing the dirt and smoke before him, Count Kazi stared dumbfounded at the nearby iron ball the size of a grapefruit.

When looking up again, the front row of the phalanx was no longer existent.

The once orderly formation was now a bloody quagmire, with mangled bodies and broken gun shafts scattered on the ground.

A heavy, grapefruit-sized iron ball landed in the dense phalanx, immediately rolling a bloody path through the formation.

The knights in the front three rows moaned in pain, their limbs severed by cannonballs, blood flowing uncontrollably, able only to look at Count Kazi in despair.

"Holy Father—"

The knights in the front row pressed backward, yet the dense formation kept them firmly locked in place.

Some roared insanely, some shoved their companions trying to escape, while more stood frozen, allowing the scalding blood to dye their armor red.

Some Knight Captains were still shouting "Maintain formation!", but their words were unheeded, and even they were subsequently knocked down by the Holy Wind.

Only a hundred knights in their immense fear, picked up their long spears and longswords, bypassed their comrades, and recklessly charged towards the Salvation Army.

They hadn't run far before the distant Holy Gunmen raised their spring guns.

Lead shot cut through the charging Foot Knights, spraying dirt and fragments of flesh and blood, causing the knights to tremble and fall as they ran.

Few Great Swordsmen managed to reach the front lines, and even those were soon besieged by over a dozen fine steel long spears, clutching their throat and underarm wounds, and fell kneeling.

Shattered bone fragments grazed Count Kazi's cheek, taking a piece of skin, and blood flowed down his face.

Yet he stood numbly, listening to the screams, gunfire, and cannon shots around him, his hands and feet cold.

The once-calm Count couldn't control his body from shaking nor stop the dizzying tinnitus.

The phalanx seemed to retain its original structure, but he knew clearly that it was just that defeat came too quickly, and the knights had not yet reacted.

He lost, he had already lost.

The spring cannon roared once more, a six-pound shell landed amid the ranks, instantly tearing three knights' bodies into shredded pieces of flesh and blood.

The order of the phalanx seemed torn open, and fear rapidly spread from the crack.

The knights had never seen such a manner of death—silent, irresistible, like Death God's jest.

"Run quickly!"

Someone let out a piercing scream, a sound that seemed to pierce the final barrier.

The knights began scattering and fleeing, their feet tripping over corpses and mud, in their panic even drawing swords to kill one another, just to seize a way to escape.

"Our army is defeated, our army is defeated."

"Run quickly, run quickly, they have devil's aid."

"I saw it with my own eyes, there's a Fire Prison in their iron pipes, run quickly!"

Injured knights began crying, some even knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

Fear was contagious, and the initially wavering knights quickly inclined towards fleeing, casting aside their heavy armor and weapons, and started shoving and running wildly.

Even several stampedes and mutual attacks erupted.

Watching the surrounding chaos, Count Kazi could no longer hold on, his legs gave way and he sat on the ground, letting comrades scatter or fall beside him.

He looked towards the distant enemy's formation, their catapults and spring guns still firing, and the knights seemed like a bunch of rudimentary targets.

"Everyone respects Dalia, worships Kleheris.

Alexander, is that the hero's name?

Throughout the current world, who can compare to him.

Only rows upon rows of Holy Alliance Salvation Army!

Amid the orderly singing and drumming, over a thousand Long Spear Soldiers stepped to the beat, beginning to drive these knights towards the riverside.

Hidden behind dirt hills, Tasjin and a group of mercenaries looked pallid.

They watched either the wailing or the knights fleeing across mountains, unable to utter a single word.

In their ears remained only the lingering singing.

"Ancient heroes are unseen, now lead shots and cannonballs are present."

Never heard of the Holy Father's hand, spring guns that crush invincibly.

We monks are all divinely chosen, with countless difficulties, we fear not.

Sing row upon row of Holy Alliance Salvation Army!"