The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 35

The unleashed will looked upon the figure atop the carriage—a gift from the darkness. Mortal strength had no power to resist it. Beralo had no chance. But just as Galahad prepared to tear him to shreds, a tremendous pressure enveloped him. Then came the slow rumble of mountains crumbling.

A distant strike, wielding the force of a thousand engines, exploded upon Galahad, hitting him with a force akin to the impact of the latest heavy-duty train head-on. Even the ominous power couldn't withstand this immense kinetic energy. Galahad's form contorted strangely, then was violently thrown away.

The projectile dragged him down, smashing him into the earth with force. Then, the front end of the projectile exploded, releasing a massive heat energy. The embedded inner shell detonated, evaporating the flowing mercury in an instant. Deadly mercury vapor enveloped the explosion site.

Beralo's heart pounded fiercely. This bait-and-attack strategy was incredibly risky. A single misstep, and Galahad's wing would slice him to pieces.

Elsewhere, smoke billowed from the breech of the smoothbore cannon. The immense recoil tilted the vehicle's frame. Soldiers hurriedly loaded ammunition. These weapons were transported here for targeting large-scale threats, but now they were turned on their own.

"Load! Don't let him recover!"

Since Galahad lost control, Beralo no longer saw him as the friend he once knew.

Again, the roar resounded. The heavy projectile knocked down the rising figure once more. Milky mercury vapor rose amidst the raging flames. Despite their terror, demons retained "biological" characteristics, making conventional physics still effective against them.

Galahad's body contorted. Normally, a human body would have been crushed under such impact, but his terrifying vitality dominated his body. Fractured bones were realigned by robust muscles. He rose slowly, preparing for the next assault.

Once again, thunderous roars echoed. The shattered blade tore through the milky mercury vapor after the blinding flames. The deadly gas had no effect on Galahad. The divine armor controlled and protected him.

Explosions echoed densely. Not only Galahad endured attacks but also the underground palace shook under continuous fire and explosions. The sturdy structure of decades was on the brink of collapse. Its internal structure destroyed, it began to cave in, like a coffin burying all its filth beneath the earth.

Picking up the silver long gun, Beralo loaded the specially crafted bullet. Then, through the lens, he aimed at the explosion crater.

Under the lens was a demonic vitality. Shielded by the divine armor, Galahad was no longer human.

The Black Angel stretched its wings freely. Despite such a heavy blow, it only broke his wings. With the squirming of flesh and blood, new blades extended from his elbow, once again filling his wings. Beneath the steel feathers, the fabric-like muscle tissue split open, emitting gray-white steam like heat being released.

The ever-rising steam soon covered the explosion crater, obscuring Beralo's sight.

"Continue the suppression!" Beralo sensed the impending danger and shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the booming artillery fire.

It wasn't a scene perceivable by humans, but in this moment of life and death, all of Beralo's senses seemed to sharpen. He saw it.

The Black Angel wielded a thousand swords, glowing with white light and gray-white steam. At a rapid pace, the steel feathers emitted a sharp clang, and somehow, on the ground, it seemed to glide. Before him, deadly projectiles spun towards him, but with a twist of his body and a casual wave of his hand, Galahad effortlessly struck the projectiles down with a thousand swords.