CHAPTER 434: CHAPTER 49 COMPLETED COLLECTION

"Alright, it’s done!"

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in his mind, and Aske keenly sensed that the War Flesh had been completely filled.

If there were any Transcendents present who controlled the laws related to the Mind and could traverse the Subconscious Ocean, they would see Aske’s Mind Body, surrounded by a mass of bizarre objects.

Shattered rifles, broken swords, bent flags, and various kinds of incomplete flesh—arms, shins, waists, and skulls; many heads still bore expressions of anger, sorrow, fear, and despair, slowly rotating around Aske like whirlpools in the sea, wailing and cursing.

Cursing him to a bad end.

He who sheds the blood of man shall have his blood shed by man. Only after he used his own death to pacify the spirits of the dead warriors would the War Flesh be completely purified and then form the flesh and a new body on which he relied for resurrection.

Good. Aske quickly scanned the field; now he just needed to find any Temple Knight to sacrifice his life to.

Of course, he couldn’t do it here, or the girls in the squad would surely break down on the spot.

He’d wait for tonight, choosing a night when the moon was dark and the wind high.

"Retreat!" Aske gave the order. The Swordsmen hesitated for a moment, then slowly backed away, while the girls didn’t hesitate at all and quickly withdrew from the battlefield.

At this point, every Cannon on their position had been destroyed, and there was no threat left on their retreat path. The only concern was the remaining Temple Knights, but they seemed too frightened to fire, holding their Firearms aimed in their direction.

So the group quickly retreated and soon returned to the trenches.

"What was that? I thought the Church Court’s army was formidable, but that was it," Mia exclaimed excitedly.

In the previous trench assault battle, she had also killed many Temple Knights, but those were all sudden stealth attacks and hand-to-hand combat on a one-on-one basis. This was the first time she had openly crushed the enemy face-to-face.

"It’s all the Squad Leader’s exaggeration," Sigrdrifa said nonchalantly, "It made me worried for a long time."

"You think these guys represent the full strength of the Church Court?" Aske asked her, giving her a sidelong glance.

"Otherwise?" Sigrdrifa retorted, then seemed less confident (perhaps fearing the Squad Leader would scold her) and hid behind Medea.

Aske sneered. The so-called Temple Knights were actually just idle mercenaries from Italiaca, benefiting from the rampant prosthetic modification technology in Solomon City. They had removed parts like eyeballs, arms, and thighs and replaced them all with weapon components, thereby gaining combat abilities superior to normal humans.

These men couldn’t even be considered a direct army of the Church Court. They had merely registered as modified fighters, earning titles, and then signed private security contracts with Verona City.

The Church Court monitored these Temple Knights through network technology, employed them to kill using the Heresy Court, and also recaptured their money through prosthetic services... One could say these Temple Knights were nothing but cheap tools for the Church Court, not fit for formal appearances.

The truly formidable were the "Angel Army," like the previous "Nislock Tactical Strike Team," made up entirely of emotionless, error-free Synthetic Humans, who, when the production line was back up, would surge forward in thousands, overwhelming...

But he guessed the corresponding production lines hadn’t yet been restored; otherwise, they wouldn’t have let a bunch of Temple Knights delay the Emperor’s Alliance here.

Seeing the girls still laughing and chatting, Aske didn’t say much. Some things, after all, were better understood when witnessed firsthand.

Moreover, the current priority was to quickly master the War Law. Every time Aske thought of the multitude of damaged weapons after a great battle, he felt immense frustration.

Walking along the trench for a while, the group then encountered the next wave of the Knight Corps attack sequence. The leading Power Armor Knight, not expecting anyone to be walking back along the trench, immediately stopped and questioned them:

"Wait, are you... The Azure Longsword Mercenary Corps, and the Richartnal Knights? Weren’t you supposed to be in the previous attack sequence?"

"Yes," Aske waved his hand, "The mortar position has been destroyed."

"Destroyed?" The knight asked incredulously, perhaps moving too much, even his helmet tilted, "No, then what about Verona City? Aren’t you going to attack the city?"

"The task your superiors assigned to us didn’t mention attacking the city," Aske said. "We were just supposed to destroy the mortar position, weren’t we?"

Knight: ......

You say that, but don’t you know how many rewards attacking the city would bring? It would be hundreds of times the pay for this task!

Listening carefully and realizing that the cannon fire had indeed stopped, the knight immediately became excited. These mercenaries and swordsmen might be short-sighted, but there was no need to harshly criticize them since the mortar position blocking the trench had been destroyed, meaning...

The gateway to Verona City was now wide open and exposed to the blade of the Emperor’s Army!

And we, as the first troops to enter the city, will have the honor of achieving the first merits for His Majesty!

With this in mind, the knight didn’t bother to say more and directly spurred his men to charge.

Aske continued to lead his men back along the trench. After a while, Hans couldn’t help asking:

"Chief, is this really okay?"

"What’s wrong with it?" Aske said. "Even if I told them, would they listen?"

"What are you guys talking about?" Nuremberg asked, confused. Not just him and the swordsmen, but the girls were also puzzled.

"It’s just that, right!" Hans said. "The reason we’re not continuing to attack the city but are retreating along the trench is because there are traps in the city, right?"

"Uh-huh." Aske nodded. "I don’t know what, but there are definitely measures targeting demigods."

"Of course, this is just my guess, no evidence," he chuckled lightly, then continued, "If you don’t believe it, you can go back and help them attack the city anytime."

"How can we do that!" Before Nuremberg and Hans could speak, the swordsmen already expressed their belief, "We believe in the Chief" and "Even if there are no traps, we understand."

"Then let’s go," Aske waved his hand.

"Hey," Hans whispered to Nuremberg at the back of the line, "Did you notice, encountering the Chief again brings a bit of a delicate situation for us?"

"Delicate?" Nuremberg pretended not to understand him.

After all, Aske is the honor chief designated by the instructor, and rumors also say he is the instructor’s illegitimate child. Either way, considering he has his own mercenary group and won’t mix with us long-term, he won’t really threaten Nuremberg’s position as chief.

So, regarding Hans’s instigations and provocations, Nuremberg chose to ignore them and acted dumb.

"Right," Hans said, "Did you notice, last time in Lunfield town..."

"It was me who first noticed how awesome the Chief is!" He thrust his thumb at himself, then continued indignantly,

"Now these little bastards, shouting ’Chief’ louder than anyone, acting as if they were supporting the Chief from the start! These people, have they no shame? Despicable!"

Nuremberg: ......

So, you’re not stirring up trouble but worried about your position as a lackey being taken away!