The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 29

This was destined to be a moonless night, where the world plunged into darkness, with only the beams cast by airships, resembling solitary islands in a sea of darkness, isolated and engrossed in a frantic battle.

The fight had already begun, countless gunshots echoing in the black night, mingled with the rising flames.

The arsonists had started their work, dozens of flamethrowers converging into walls of fire. Essentially, they were not just spewing flames, but also igniting oil. Neatly lined bullets pierced through the darkness, skewering the creatures within.

Beneath thick lenses, one could only see countless struggling shadows in the sea of fire. Flesh burned to charcoal, driven by bloodthirsty desires, they dashed out of the fire line, only to be swiftly brought down by bullets.

Soldiers wore sterilized masks, heavy breathing emanating from beneath the filtration canisters. Instinctively, they avoided the corpses, black ashes rising with the night wind, leaving dark spots on their fireproof suits.

"Inform the cleaners, we'll need a thorough purification after tonight."

Watching the slightly warm ashes in his hand, his emotions stirred briefly, but quickly subsided as Galahad waved his hand to shake them off.

"It's already in progress. The Mechanist Guild has poured fifty tons of neutralizing agent into the Pillar of Furnace. After a day of steam emission, those chemicals should be accumulating in the clouds by now. In a few hours, there will be a small-scale artificial rain here, washing away all the residues with the medicated water."

As Buraou spoke, he stepped back a few paces, not wanting to be touched by the remnants.

That was the eerie thing about demons. Anything related to them, even the ashes after death, would bring negative effects. Every time Buraou completed a task related to demons, he would have nightmares for days.

According to the Gega counter's index, it was only dessert before dinner. The most intense battles were still ahead. Shell casings rolled clattering, and ashes and smoke filled the air.

Glancing sideways, Buraou looked with interest at the man who had arrived. It seemed he hadn't expected him to be here.

"You're late, Nightingale."

As the Iron Serpent came to a halt, Galahad spoke without courtesy, watching the man emerge from the thick steam.

"We haven't dealt with anomalies inside Old Dunring for a long time. To ensure sufficient firepower, it took a long time to load that thing onto the car."

Nightingale explained for himself. He looked like a devout believer, with an iron cross hanging from his black cloak. Following his finger, Galahad's gaze turned to the direction filled with steam.

It was another Iron Serpent, completely enveloped in steam, revealing only a sharp edge as it was blown by the evening breeze.

"Urgently called from the arsenal, it's said to be processed by the Mechanist Guild. It should be appropriate for use against those inhuman creatures."

As Nightingale spoke, the thing fully revealed itself to everyone. It was a beautifully crafted breech-loading cannon, with a black barrel painted with patterns of squid with gold dust mixed paint. If it weren't for the box of ammunition placed next to it, it might have been displayed in an art gallery.

The people from the Mechanist Guild were always like this, crafting dangerous weapons and adding artistic touches to them.

"Total of three Mountain Collapse breech-loading cannons, four tons of fire oil in two carriages. Arthur's intention is for us to burn this place to the ground completely."