Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 245 The Night of the Red Dragon's Dance (Part )

Under the bright moon, cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and the indescribable beauty caused the surrounding knights and executive officers with swords and guns to be dazed for a moment.

Because of the fear of stray bullets injuring friendly forces in the melee, no one in the executive team had fired a shot, so Madam Linlang's life was temporarily safe.

Bang!
[Red Dragon Transformation] Raise the giant shield into the air and turn around to sweep out a violent sword wind.

Both were Dragon Fang Swords, but when the enhanced and normal swords collided, the normal sword immediately broke into pieces. While the Sword Dancer was wondering why the weapon in his hand was as fragile as paper, Xizel ducked and kicked him sideways, sending him flying nearly ten meters away with a fierce kick.

The floor tiles collapsed and deep grooves were plowed. There was no time to care about the [Sword Dancer] that flew backwards. The airborne Iron Eagle had already slammed heavily into the giant shield. The [Dragon Tooth Sword] broke into pieces the moment it touched the surface of the shield, leaving only a long scratch on the shield.

The [Wall of Sighs] created by the Minerva Agency is just as its name suggests, enough to make any enemy sigh.

The surface of the red copper shield was as smooth as a mirror, and the barrage of bullets hitting it was like water hitting a reef, naturally scattering in two directions.

The ability of the [Red Dragon Modification] to move freely in the encirclement of this elite army is largely dependent on this [Wall of Sighs].

The huge shield fell down and hung in front of the chest, covering Madam Linlang again. The [Red Dragon Transformation] looked around coldly, holding the [Dragon Tooth Sword] in one hand and pulling out the [Broken Gold Spear] that was stuck in the ground with the other.

The [Heavy Gunner] looked at the [Sword Dancer], the Sword Dancers struggled to stand up and pulled out their spare weapons, and the Executors looked at each other.
Looking at the huge red dragon that walked on the earth with a blazing fire like in ancient mythology, the executive officers felt like fools who overestimated their own abilities and wanted to slay the dragon.

But the military order handed down by the cardinals cannot be disobeyed. Although they know very well that anyone who blocks the evil dragon at this time is no different from grass and will be destroyed without a trace, they have no way out.

A few seconds later, the mobile armor struggled to stand up and roared to attack again, and the executive officers also loaded their muskets.

At the same time, [Red Dragon Transformation] began to spin, bringing with it a hurricane of death.

"The Red Dragon has broken through the first encirclement. The casualties among the officers have risen to 30%."

"Six of the twelve knights have lost their combat effectiveness, and all the sword dancers have been killed."

"The ammunition is running out, and the Executor's formation is beginning to collapse. With their ammunition running out, they are completely powerless against the Red Dragon."

"The red dragon has broken through the second encirclement and is about to leave the temple."

Through the telephone lines, people hiding behind the scenes listened to battlefield reports, and the architectural model of the Sistine Chapel had already been placed on the sand table. Hundreds of tin soldiers were placed on the sand table, white ones represented executive officers, blue ones represented armored knights, and red ones represented hunted targets.
The boy called the [Red Dragon] was once considered the hope of this country together with the [Black Dragon], but now he is the enemy of this country.

Many years ago he was a little wild beast on the island of Crete, and he is still a wild beast today. For the sake of his mother and sister, he can be an enemy of everyone without considering the consequences.

He was causing huge losses every second, and military expenditures were burning like fire, but those in power were calm and composed, and soothing music was playing in the conference room.

"If this continues, we won't be able to keep him."

Someone said slowly, stroking the luxurious family crest ring with his fingers.

"The battlefield that can be retained is not the Sistine Chapel, but the entire Florence."

Some people chuckled, not caring at all about the sacrifice of the soldiers tonight.

"Is there no problem at the embassy? I heard that the Orientals are trying to intervene."

On the sand table, the other side of the Tiber River was filled with architectural models of the entire embassy district, and there, only a black king chess piece sat alone.

"George is always there, so there shouldn't be any trouble."

"You never know, what if?"

"What are you afraid of? We still have the Black Dragon."

The chuckled man continued to chuckle: "Order the heavy artillery to bombard. From now on we will count down the red dragon's life."
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boom!
[Dragon Slayer] was chopped away by a tremendous force, and strange curved patterns appeared on the armor plates made of high-grade alloy, just like a can that was squeezed hard.

A pit more than half a foot deep exploded under Qin Huai's feet, and the giant fist formed by the twisted cloud tail behind him was dazzling golden and red.

With the blessing of [Jie Yong], Luwu's aura is not inferior to any mechanical creation!

But before the Dragon Slayer landed in the air, the broken parts of the armor gushed out cold white gas, which completely enveloped it. After the cold liquid gas exploded on the ground, the damage to the Dragon Slayer was almost restored, and it walked out of the steam cloud again with a spear in hand.

[Word Spirit·Sword Control]

Category: Yamabu Secret Treasures

effect:

[Magnetic Control]: The releaser can precisely manipulate metal objects in a field centered on itself. The smaller the mass, the higher the operating accuracy.

[Fengzhi]: In comparison, ferromagnetic metal products are the easiest objects to control. The size of the field, the quality and number of metal objects that can be manipulated determine the strength of the person who releases it. The strongest person can trigger operations like the legendary sword immortals and create the effect of thousands of swords being fired at the same time.

Note 1: In physics, not all non-ferromagnetic metal elements are unaffected by [Sword Guard]. Only a few ultra-stable metals and special alloys are immune to the effect. Therefore, although high temperature will affect the strength of [Sword Guard], it will not completely eliminate its influence.

Note 2: "When I was flying on a sword, I climbed Mount Kunlun in the west. A celestial dragon followed behind me, and a white tiger transformed into a flying lian."

Note 3: Sword-wielding? Come on, I only know how to ride a motorcycle or something.

[Sword Control] It does sound cool, but the effect...
Not bad.

Looking at the Dragon Slayer who was manipulating metal materials to repair armor in a low-temperature environment, Qin Huai put away his spear, raised his hand and threw out a ball of fiery red slurry emitting blazing high temperature.

Swords flashed and sparks rained down. George's vision darkened and Qin Huai suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost. He kicked the Dragon Slayer's leg joints and poked the power core behind the armor plate with his elbow accurately and fiercely!
The six wings that were as sharp as swords blew out, and a torrent of metal woven with sharp edges gushed out, but Qin Huai slid to the side and kicked the Dragon Slayer's visor under the jaw, knocking the heavy mecha like a small giant into the air.

Ssssssss~
George, who was at a disadvantage, took a deep breath, and the metal torrent gathered into six wings again, closing tightly to wrap the armored body.

Then, the intricate patterns on the Dragon Slayer's body suddenly lit up with a dark golden luster, revealing obscure dragon characters, and then exploded!

Countless swords accelerated by magnetism suddenly spread out in a sphere, destroying everything in 360 degrees without any blind spots!
The wind whistled sharply, and hundreds of sharp star points bloomed and extinguished in an instant. The small sword with a power comparable to that of an electromagnetic cannon instantly pierced through the white mist, weather, armor and flesh!

Bang!
The wriggling flesh covered the hideous wound, and the golden-red giant fist was thrown out. In the blink of an eye, the six-meter-tall white giant was blown away and several embassy villas were knocked down.

Looking at the surroundings that had become a ruin due to the impact of the two people, Qin Huai had an idea in his mind.

Such an instant, large-scale, and highly lethal ability is really a bit outrageous.

Qin Huai had to admit that he had made a mistake.

He really didn't expect that with the cooperation of the inscription matrix on the Dragon Slayer, George, who possessed the Sword Control, could actually unleash such power and unleash terrifying devastation comparable to a heavy artillery bombarding the ground.

To be honest, this kind of ability is something that Tian Wu, who focuses on personal improvement, cannot bring to Qin Huai for the time being.

This George, it's a disaster if he keeps him.
Just as Qin Huai was pondering whether to kill him, Xiao Gui, who had been sent out to gather information, hurried back and quickly recounted what he had seen and heard.

"Red Dragon, Linlang, Sistine?"

Qin Huai was a little surprised, but didn't have time to think about it. He raised his hand and threw out the [Black Corpse Coffin], released the Flying Yaksha and marked it. Then, the green and yellow miniature Tian Wu soared into the sky with a handful of talismans and the Flying Yaksha.

Although the specialization and status that come with [Soul Hunting] this time have nothing to do with combat, it can still be used as a mobile camera.

dong dong dong~
Heavy footsteps were heard, and in the midst of the steam and dust, a white iron hand pried open the dilapidated brick wall, with a golden cross emblem inlaid on the gauntlet.

The slightly dusty platinum giant returned to the battlefield, and the inscription matrix on the [Lance 300] began to absorb the red mercury vapor transmitted from the armor.

Giant fist, knight, under the dark cloud, the blue waves around Qin Huai gradually thickened, three-color flames rose and wrapped the cloud tail, and George, who had rebuilt six wings in front of him, was like an angel waving holy light.——
The square in front of the cathedral was filled with broken swords and spears of knights, and the ground was covered with bullet holes and traces of fire. Brass shells rolled all over the ground. The last armored knight fell to the ground, with dense electric sparks coming out of his body. Xizel picked up a broken spear and stabbed it into the knight's mechanical ankle, nailing him firmly to death.

The officers retreated while shooting, forced back by César. With every step forward of the Red Dragon, a large area of ​​the square became empty.

Bullets hit the crimson dragon all over its body, making clanging sounds and sparks flying, but with the [Wall of Sighs] and the reinforced and thickened armor plates, the metal storm could only leave countless scratches.

If he hadn't been taking care of the mother in his arms, he would have left the Sistine Chapel area long ago.

The only time someone caused him serious harm was when a [Charge Rider] managed to pierce the [Red Dragon Modified]'s lower abdomen with the tip of his spear. But the next second, the [Red Dragon Modified] turned his sword and cut off most of the exposed spearhead, and chopped off the [Charge Rider's] entire right arm with one blow.

Suddenly, a fiery red arc appeared in the night sky, and a rain of bullets like meteors gathered towards the square from all directions.

The formation of the executive officers suddenly collapsed completely. They dropped their weapons and fled in all directions, trampling on each other. Military discipline was no longer useful at this time, because they all recognized the terrifying weapon - [City Burning Cannon]!
Among the various types of heavy artillery equipped by the Crusaders, the [City Burning Cannon] has the worst range and the slowest firing rate. It is essentially a large-caliber grenade launcher. But it is worthy of the name of heavy artillery, because its shells are all high-performance explosive shells filled with red mercury! Every time it is fired, it falls towards the sky in a steep arc, turning the entire city into a sea of ​​fire.

How dare the Cardinal, that bunch of inhuman lunatics, use such a wide-area killing weapon in the city of Florence!
The damage of fire does not distinguish between friend and foe. Firing the city-burning cannon means that those old guys would rather use the elite executive officers in this square to bury the [Red Dragon]!
No one wanted to be burned alive in this situation, but the black iron gate was locked. The executioners tried desperately to ram it with their mortal bodies, but to no avail.

This scene was just like the Doomsday Judgment Day. The entire square was filled with blood-red light. The shells from the City Incinerator were rolling, carrying a large amount of red mercury and falling from the sky, converging on the top of the [Red Dragon Modification].

Xizel only had a few seconds to make a decision. He could either choose to evacuate and use the [Red Dragon Modification] to break open the black iron door, but he would have to step on the charred corpses of the executive officers; or he could choose to use the [Wall of Sighs] to cover himself and his mother, but even if the shield could block the sea of ​​fire, it could not block the subsequent suffocating oxygen vacuum.

It seems like there is a choice, but in fact there is no choice.

Under the visor, Xizel smiled silently, and suddenly raised his foot to kick up a [Broken Gold Spear].

Neural connection system, 200% activated!

The suddenly increased electric current entered his spine and then spread along the circuit to every corner of his nervous system. All his senses were forcibly enhanced, and his hearing, vision, and touch were doubled in an instant.

It seemed as if another pair of blazing golden eyes suddenly opened in the depths of the purple pupils!

He spun his body and threw the [Gold-Breaking Spear] into the air. Because it was flying too fast, the sound of the spear tearing through the air was as sharp as a pigeon whistle.

[Gold-Breaking Spear] rose at a speed several times faster than the City-Burning Cannon shells, like a silver dragon shooting into the sky. The silver light pierced through one of the shells, and that shell exploded in mid-air. The blazing white light was like the sun rising early.

The flames of the city-burning cannon covered a wide area, and when other shells entered this high-temperature area, they also exploded one after another. Red mercury is flammable and explosive, and is an extremely unstable substance.

The wake left by the spear was like a dragon's breath spewing toward the sky, lighting up the entire night sky.

A doomsday-like scene appeared in Florence, this paradise on earth. The sky above the square was covered with blazing white clouds, and fire rained from the clouds.

[Red Dragon Modification] holds up the shield, and under the [Wall of Sighs] stands the petite mother and the Tyrannosaurus-like son.

Thanks to César's intervention, most of the executors were able to escape the disaster, but many were still burned by the rain of fire. The most tragic were the knights who were injured and fell to the ground. They were too close to César and were the first to be killed.

The dense red mercury burned and sprinkled on the mobile armor. These good conductors of heat were burned red and shiny in a few seconds, and the human body that was still screaming in the armor was cooked alive.

The Leviathan, which was still trying desperately to float, was also affected by the violent explosion. Its lightweight frame and the airbag covering the dealer fell down while burning, covering the Black Stone Temple.

The giant whale floating in the sky was dead, leaving only its burning skeleton.

Xizel turned around and saluted towards the direction of the temple, thanking the airship pilot who risked his life to bring him the [Red Dragon Modification], although he did not know the other person's name.

[Red Dragon Modification] rushed towards the black iron gate with a thick stream of steam. The executive officers he rescued voluntarily made way for him. Xizel drew out [Lust] from the bronze sword case behind him, cut the door open with one stroke, and then rushed towards the brightly lit Tiber River in the distance.

Affected by the celestial phenomenon caused by Qinhuai, it began to rain again in the city. The executives stood silently in the rain, looking at the boy's back, like a group of silent night owls.

"The Red Dragon has broken through the siege of the Sistine Chapel and is heading towards the Tiber River."

"The incinerators failed to bury him? How surprising! According to the battle reports from the Parthian front, his performance in Parthia was not so outstanding. If he had not been in a frenzy, he would have died under the swords of the Orientals. But look at him now, calm, efficient, and fierce. From the time he left the temple to now, every move he made can be written into a war textbook."

"Perhaps conquering the East wasn't the war he really wanted to fight. This is it."

"I shouldn't have given him a chance in the first place! I shouldn't have given Long a chance! An uncontrollable genius is like a knife that can accidentally cut its own finger!"

"What about the [Relic]? The Prophet cannot leave the [Sanctuary]."

"Don't make a fuss. It's just a little lion, and a wounded and bleeding little lion. The Crusader Guards and the Seraph Knights have already deployed their defenses. Where can he escape to? Fight against the military organization of the entire country alone?"

"Yes, he was already covered in wounds when he rushed out of the Sistine Chapel, and his energy was about to run out. A beast that is losing blood can't hold on for long even if its claws are sharp!"
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Xizel arrived at the depths of an abandoned alley, with high black walls on both sides. On the map of the city hall, this was marked as a residential area waiting to be demolished.

All the bells in Florence were ringing, and the steam whistles were blowing out high notes like dragon roars, as if war had broken out. A curfew had been issued, and the streets that were usually bustling were empty. Rain washed the railroad tracks on both sides of the road, and the sound of heavy military boots passed through the walls.

Leaving the Sistine Chapel was only the first step. His enemies would not give up, and now an organized army was approaching the area. He should run fast, but he could not.

He leaned against the wall and gasped for breath. The red dragon's back armor rubbed against the wall, making a harsh sound. His whole body was soaked, half with rain and half with blood.

There was a huge wound on his abdomen. In the square, when the [Charge Rider] stabbed the [Golden Spear] into the red dragon's body, he successfully injured Xizel. But Xizel had been enduring it. The lone lion could not let the hyenas see the slightest sign of weakness.

Fortunately, the Seraph Armor provides the most stringent protection for the knights, and the Red Dragon modified armor plates are of absolutely superior quality, and the executive officers' bullets will be bounced off.

But that was when it was intact. The dense rain of bullets left the armor plates scarred, and the continuous impact penetrated the body. The defense status of both the person and the armor had dropped significantly. The [Broken Gold Spear] happened to penetrate from an almost collapsed armor plate and almost pierced through the [Red Dragon Modification].

Supplies are necessary to continue the battle, but when César looked around, all he saw was wind and rain.

The Pope airdropped the Red Dragon Modified to him, probably to clear the Papal Office of any connection with this violent incident that endangered national security, so that he would be the only real sinner. He kidnapped the mother of the felon in full armor and went on a killing spree in Florence. As for how the Red Dragon Modified came about, the person piloting the airship had already died anyway, so the Papal Office could easily deny it.

Therefore, César did not expect the Pope to give him more help, except for one thing, that is, the supply location was marked on the map provided to him. If there were supplies, he would still have a chance, but the problem was, who would supply him in such an abandoned alley? How to supply him?
The Seraph is not like those creatures who can just drink some water or eat something to continue fighting. He needs more energy and also needs to repair the severely damaged left knee joint.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from the wall. César instinctively dodged and suddenly saw the high wall behind him collapse with a crash, and a heavy tank appeared. The car had been hiding in the house, and now it broke through the brick wall and appeared.

Holding the scarred [Broken Gold Spear], Xizel confronted the dark chariot for a few seconds. After seeing the six-winged owl, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, discarded the spear, jumped onto the chariot, and sat down on the huge steel chair.

The men in black got out of the gap created by the chariot, jumped on the chariot and surrounded Xizel. No one said hello, because there was no time at all, they acted at an astonishing speed, connecting the pipes on the chariot to the valves behind the red dragon, and another group of people began to replace the damaged armor plate and the damaged left knee joint.

The medical officer opened the chest mask and began to treat César's wound. The sticky medicine was applied to the deep wound that could see the bone, and the bleeding stopped instantly. Oral nutrition and adrenaline injections helped César recover. He breathed heavily, as if he had just swam several kilometers in the sea.

"The armor damage rate is over 50%. We can replace the armor in the main damaged areas within three minutes, reducing the damage rate to 15%."

"The knee joint is more troublesome. We have to replace the entire lower leg. It takes six minutes!"

"What the hell took so long? We'll all go to jail if we get caught, okay? Hurry up!"

"It's a good thing we have spare parts! If I didn't have the spare part for the calf, I wouldn't be able to fix it even if you gave me four hours!"

"The injury can only be treated simply. After all, it is not like armor that can be replaced with spare parts. How about some stimulants? With some stimulants, it won't be a problem to hold on for another half an hour!"

"If he takes stimulants again, he'll die! Can you please have some brains?"

The men in black were operating and chatting at an extremely fast speed.

"Don't worry about the physical injuries. Didn't the Oriental people just send me some talismans a while ago? It's a good time to try them out!"

The leader did not repair the vehicle himself, but stepped on a raised valve of the tank, took off the black mask and drank.
All of them wore black masks and looked like followers of a cult.

But it is not wrong to say that they are believers, believers of the "Steam Mechanicus".

(End of this chapter)