Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 308 Caste Tenacity
The barbarians who have reached the last stage of the current system's unlocked military route have truly let the world experience how powerful the system's top soldiers are.

While his strength is unparalleled, his martial arts are still as perfect as a master's. Even if he is at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, he will automatically form a formation when rushing forward, and he will advance and retreat in moderation even in a chaotic fight.

The guards of the Holy Sith Kingdom are all carefully selected greatswordsmen, all of them are burly and strong men with double blades. After all, if you want to wield a greatsword well, you need a good physique.

But facing the barbarians who were three blades tall, he was just like a teenager. After being hit by a fist bigger than a millstone, if he could still stand without falling, he could be called a hero. But then he was knocked down by more punches.

On the other hand, the barbarians didn't even make a sound after being punched and kicked four times.

After all, these fists are as weak as babies compared to their boss's iron fists.

Both sides still maintained restraint and did not want to cause any loss of life. Therefore, despite the chaotic scene and the constant wailing, as long as they went back to recuperate, they would be able to get out of bed in half a month at most.

In just a short while, the guards of the Holy Sith Kingdom were already lying on the ground groaning in pain.

"Quick, let Zhaidai Tieren join in!"

Seeing that defeat was imminent, the opposing officer gave orders anxiously.

Some alchemists wearing gray hoods began to touch the rings on their hands and uttered a string of strange syllables.

When the chanting ended, those ring-like rings burst out with a dazzling golden light, as dazzling as the sun, and shot directly into the bodies of several iron men who were quietly carrying the huge flagpoles in the front.

When the golden light faded, the dark eyes of five black iron giants, each seven or eight blades tall, suddenly shot out golden light. They inserted their flags into the ground and rushed into the crowd with heavy steps.

Zat roared, and smashed his iron fists into the abdomen of one of them with thunderous force.

There was a loud and crisp "bang" and everyone couldn't help but pick their ears.

Instantly, the barbarian covered his red fist with a look of shock: "What is this thing? Why is it so hard?"

It is a sturdy man with a height of more than three blades and a weight of nearly 1,500 pounds. The muscles on his body are as perfect as a sculpture, and not a single muscle is redundant. After so many times of enhancement from the gifts of the God of War, his strength is unquestionable and is enough to kill a knight in plate armor with one punch.

As a result, when its fist landed on the opponent, it only made the opponent stagger back five steps, leaving only a fist mark on the dark metal belly.

But it didn't know that those alchemists were even more shocked than it was. As the creators of these iron men, no one knew better than them how powerful these alchemical creations were.

Each of them weighed as much as 40,000 to 50,000 pounds. Their footsteps alone were enough to shake the earth, and their full-speed run was enough to knock down the gates of a small town. Yet, they were actually beaten back five steps by a flesh and blood creature.

"stop!"

At this moment, a loud shout was heard from a distance, and a bald man with tattoos on his arms and a broken sword on his back attacked. It was Mandela, the commander of the Lionheart Elite Red Swordsmen.

He is a powerful warrior who has cultivated his Dou Qi to the master level. The levels of Dou Qi from low to high are entry, mastery, advanced, master, and swordsman, and the master is equivalent to an epic warrior.

In this world where legend is the top combat power, epic strongmen themselves are a symbol of prominent status.

Not to mention that the other party is also engraved with the Blood Sword Demonic Pattern and possesses a powerful magic weapon, the Magic Fighting Red Blood Sword. His strength is also among the best among the epic powerhouses.

With his status, he is definitely qualified to stop this fight.

But the qualifications are sufficient, but whether or not to listen is another matter.

Not to mention the Holy Sith Kingdom, even the Lord did not stop.

It’s not that he has lost his mind, but he is well aware of the truth that "if you want peace, you must first prepare for war." Since the war has already started, the only way to achieve peace is to thoroughly hurt the other side.

"Get out of the way, let me do it!"

Those iron men were indeed the magical creations that the Holy Sith Kingdom was proud of. They instantly made the barbarians feel restrained, although they could be resolved given time.

But the lord can't wait to try the quality of this thing.

He gathered his energy, growled, and threw a simple straight punch like thunder into the iron man's belly button.

There was a deafening bang and everyone squatted on the ground, covering their ears with a look of pain.

The belly button of the black iron giant instantly sank, revealing a clearly visible and terrifying dent.
The Saidai iron man, who was seven or eight blades tall, let out a "crack" sound like a mournful cry, the golden light in his eyes flickered, and his heavy body of tens of thousands of pounds flew out in an instant and hit the city wall of Gunda.

Unfortunately, only a few pieces of debris splashed on the solid city wall, and then he slowly slid down and sat on the ground with his head down.

These metal giants have very strange faces. Their hair is curly and integrated with their heads. Their eyes are deep-set, their noses are high, and their cheekbones are very prominent. It is hard to tell whether their expressions are smiling or serious. One can only say that they are calm.

Mysterious and wonderful mercury secret codes also float on the surface of the body. Apparently, these mercury secret codes form a special alchemical magic circle, which is the power source that supports their every move.

But at this moment, these mercury secret characters were looming, as if they would disappear in the next moment. Thick smoke also came out of the body of this iron man. He tried his best to raise only one finger and then dropped it dejectedly.

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Fu Jin stroked his staff and silently began to recall whether his previous words had offended the Lord of High Cliff Castle.

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Maisha opened her cherry lips widely, and her dumbfounded look was particularly innocent and beautiful.

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"This brat is still so violent!" Mandela stroked his bald head and smacked his lips.

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All the Holy Sith people stared in amazement at the Zhaidai Iron Man who had become scrap metal and the tall Debe man.

Why was the invincible Zhaidai Iron Man turned into scrap metal by a single punch? Why did this human have such great strength? Why did they clash with each other? They desperately pondered the answer in their minds.

The simplest and purest display of brute force brought an absolutely shocking visual impact. Everyone fell silent, even the knights who were screaming on the ground shut their mouths.

He just kept crawling towards a place far away from the lord.

The other four Zhaidai Iron Men stopped, not because they had gained consciousness, but because the alchemists could not bear to see the remaining four follow suit.

"stop!"

Mandela took the opportunity to come out of Gunda City. One hundred selected red swordsmen, fully armed, lined up in neat rows and rushed over in small steps. The Star-Moon Knights wearing silver moon star plate armor followed behind, led by the middle-aged noble who had lost all his noble dignity.

These Star-Moon Knights are an army directly under the command of the king. They are usually responsible for maintaining public security in Gunda. It is hard to say how strong they are, but their equipment is definitely extremely luxurious.

"Use the Zhaidai Golden Man! Cassius!" Just when the situation was about to be stabilized, an angry roar came from the Holy Sith Kingdom's convoy, and a fairly handsome young man opened the car window and revealed his true face.

Mandela's eyebrows were tangled together, like a copper lock, but they could not lock up his helplessness and anger.

"My dear Prince of the Holy Sith Kingdom, His Highness Tommen." But he still suppressed his anger and tried to comfort him kindly, "This conflict is just an accident! We cannot expand it into a vicious bloody conflict, which will affect the diplomacy between our two countries!"

"Damn you Debe, are you threatening me?" Tommen cursed angrily.

"Let Mandela come. I want to see how powerful this golden man is and how many of my swords he can withstand!" Levi sneered with the corner of his mouth.

He snapped his fingers, and a giant sword burning with dragon flames appeared out of thin air and stuck into the open ground. The length of this giant sword alone was comparable to those Zhaidai Iron Men just now.

Being at the bottom is like a praying mantis looking up at the butcher's knife.

Even though they were far away, everyone felt their cheeks burning and their hair seemed to be singed.

Everyone stopped immediately.

"Boss, do you want me to burn all these guys into charcoal?" A red dragon soul emerged from the dragon crystal on the hilt of the sword, instantly absorbing the dragon flame on the sword body, forming a giant flaming dragon with dozens of blades long, looking at the group of humans below with disdain in the sky.

Although it has no body now, it can still control the dragon flame in the dragon crystal. As the dragon crystal of a legendary red dragon, the elemental power contained in it is unimaginable.

These dragon flames are enough to melt steel!

"It's a legendary magic weapon! And it's inlaid with dragon crystal! But why does the dragon soul exist?"

An alchemist exclaimed.

It’s not that he recognized this weapon, but the magic power contained in it was as vast as the ocean. Just standing there was like a sun and could not be ignored at all.

The power of the legendary weapon is just like that of the legendary warrior, making people tremble just by looking at it. The fact that it is just there is enough to prove everything.

"Oh, there are actually people who know the goods."

"That's right. This legendary weapon was given to me by a legendary Balor. The sword is made of the flesh and bones of the legendary red dragon 'Crimson Wings' and is inlaid with dragon crystals, which give it the ability to control dragon flames." The lord, with his hands behind his back, calmly narrated the origin of the sword.

"The souls killed by its sword are enough to form a small town." Levi leaned on Degen's Howl and looked at the group of people with a squint: "I don't mind adding more people to this town to make it more lively!"

"You bold country bumpkin, I am the prince of the Holy Sith Kingdom. You should apologize to me and compensate my Zhaijin Iron Man and pay for the medical expenses of my knights!"

It was not known whether the prince’s brain was eaten by the goblins, but he angrily began to pursue the responsibility.

"Where did you come from, you idiot? You provoked disputes without any reason on our Debe territory. All my men were seriously injured. You should compensate us for the medical expenses and mental damages! Oh, and the cost of maintaining the venue!" The lord rolled his eyes, not being polite at all.

Originally, there were dozens of strong men on the Gaoya Fort side standing in place, not even one of them fell down. They were calm and composed, and didn't look injured at all. When they heard this, they lay down instantly, curled up their bodies and rolled on the ground wailing.

It was so miserable that one can't help but wonder what kind of inhuman beating these barbarians suffered.

Tommen, who was born in the palace, had never seen such a shameless scene before. He was shocked and said, "You...you..."

"What do you mean?" The Lord said viciously without giving him a good look: "You can't beat me, and you don't want to give in. What do you want to do?"

He threw his fist, which was stained with other people's blood, at the prince's tough face.

Tommen reached out his hand in disbelief and touched his handsome face. Seeing the blood on his fingers, his face instantly turned red. He jumped off the carriage in anger and was about to take off his white gloves and throw them at the lord, "Dirty country bumpkin, I want to duel with you!"

This is the common duel method among nobles to this day. As long as the opponent catches the thrown white glove, it means that he accepts the duel.

Fortunately, as soon as he said this, his frightened subordinates quickly carried him back.

A tough guy was defeated by just one punch. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the strength of both parties was not at the same level at all. Rushing to duel was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The only outcome was to be easily crushed into a meat paste.

This made the lord, who was full of expectations, look disappointed.

Although he was a Lion Hunter Knight and the Lord of Highcliff Castle, and bullying a useless prince might seem like bullying the weak, there was no doubt that this would increase his reputation.

After all, mosquito legs are still legs.

"That's enough! This farce ends here!"

More soldiers came from afar, led by a handsome young man wearing a set of gold-plated and embroidered plate armor, looking quite respectable.

"Tommen, I will have the Minister of Finance compensate you for your Zhaidai Iron Man, and the injured knights will be treated by the court doctors." After speaking to the mentally retarded prince, the other party looked at the Lord of Highcliff Castle.

"And Lord Levi, please stop adding fuel to the fire. You will enter the city first. I will take full responsibility for this farce from now on."

"Who are you?" asked the lord.

"I am Bedoyle, Prince of Debe!" the other party emphasized in a stiff tone.

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It was rumored that the king of Derby had dark hair, but it turned out that this prince had dazzling golden hair.

Although Levi heard that the queen also had blonde hair, it should be noted that all the kings of the Kingdom of Derby had black hair since the first one, without exception.

He once chatted about this topic with Leighton, and Leighton's answer was "caste toughness".

So whether this prince is actually the prince of Derby is a question mark.

But all this has nothing to do with the current lord. He is currently queuing up with a group of ruffians to enter the city, and is also setting up a dragon gate formation to kill time.

"I heard that our king built the Garden of Ten Thousand Flowers, but he still has no offspring. The reason is really strange."

Gaoya Castle was not in the right to enter the city in the first place, so now that he had a way out, the lord naturally took a step back.

(End of this chapter)