The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 20

Thick dark clouds covered the moon, and Old Dunling looked particularly dark tonight. Tall buildings stood up in groups, looking like a huge, twisted and ferocious forest against the dim light.

The Zeppelin is still cruising in the night sky, and the bright lights are shining down, but they are unwilling to give any part to the lower city. It is so dark here, so deep that almost nothing can be seen.

There is martial law tonight, and all the intersections leading to the lower city are strictly guarded, but the ones guarding there are not the mounted police, but the Royal Guards with live ammunition. No one knows when they came, and when they realized they It's already there.

The iron boots hit the damp ground, and the cold iron cry echoed in the deserted alley.

The soldiers wore red cloaks and were equipped with the new "Dragon Roar" rifle from the Mechanical Institute. It was a heavy cannon that was described as a rifle. Every time it fired, it could bring out a three-foot-long flame at the muzzle. The heavy projectiles that roared like a dragon came out of the barrel at high speed, and could pierce the enemy along with the deck in front of them. This weapon was originally designed to attack fortresses, but the stone brick bunker was vulnerable to its volley.

The iron whistle was held in his mouth, and crow-like whistles sounded from time to time in the dark night, as if they were messengers from the god of death.

"They won't go into downtown, right?"

Shrike asked sneezing. It is extremely cold at high places. This is a high platform. Its identity is concealed as a steam tower, but in fact it is the Shrike's watchtower. Here the commander can see everything on the battlefield and give instructions.

Despite the surge of hot steam, the shrike still felt cold and wrapped his clothes tightly.

"They are responsible for the blockade. Under the roar of the dragon, no one can leave the lower city before dawn."

There are many things that cannot be announced tonight, not even by the Royal Guards.

Galahad looked at the shimmering place in the dark night and said calmly, his eyes were steady and cautious, as he had always been.

"What if there are many enemies? Can they hold on under the attack of so many demons?" Shrike was a little worried. The lower city area is next to the outer city area, and the so-called hell and heaven are very close.

"This is the old Dun Ling. We can't let any monster go. We can't even let them leave the underground palace."

Galahad knew very well what would happen tonight. Not far in front of them was a ruined building, but both of them knew that the blissful feast was just below the surface of the earth, and the people there were intoxicated and carousing. Little did he know that death was already outside the door.

"Now is the age of steam. The firing of gunfire is enough to destroy any enemy. Do you still remember those winged cavalry who still miss the old days? They travel across the continent and flexibly change their armor. They can be heavy cavalry or light cavalry. They have wings behind them, and they are like angels coming to the world when they charge. "

Galahad said disdainfully, scorning the old era.

"But in the end, all they could do was to bury the old era. The strong armor was nothing in the face of black gunpowder. The last hussars were killed by artillery on the way to charge. Only their commander rushed to the high platform. , but he is only one person, and the battle has been decided. "

"Shrike, this is the dawn of a new era. The heavily armored hussars have all fallen into our hands, not to mention those monsters. They are all relics of the old era and they should die a good death."