Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

The Lars knights jumped out of the passenger compartment behind the troop carrier. At this time, the Avar army had already formed its battle line and all members were ready to face a powerful enemy.

The man in gray carefully cast protective magic around himself and the little princess, but he was still a little confused when he looked at the armor that was as big as a hill.

Is that an elf?

Yes, is it?

Even Gray Robe himself began to doubt himself. If this was an elf, then the style of painting was too abstract.

In the sky, Avar's dragon ally was entangled by the blue dragon. Although the blue dragon did not seem to be good at fighting, the dragon in the sky seemed to be afraid of something and did not dare to attack with all its strength.

"Knight Lars of the North, this is the temporary port that Demon Lord Antipas gave us, Avar. You have no right to enter!"

The Avar officer pointed at the mountain-like group of knights in front of the army and shouted angrily, but the trembling tone of his voice exposed his lack of confidence.

Myron, wearing power armor, glanced around, took down the flag on the troop carrier, stuck it in the ground and said, "Not now."

"You are invading the territory of the demons and Avar, do you know that?"

The Avar officers spoke fiercely, but the knights, who were as tall as a hill, seemed to hear nothing. If they were not wearing helmets, they might have been picking their ears.

This made the gray robes on the side stunned. The Avar army was actually trying to reason with them? The Avar army, which was so desperate that even the earthworms in the field had to be caught and chopped in half, was actually trying to reason with the other side?

"This place was originally part of Cape Eastern Territory. It's better to say that it was the demons that invaded our land from the beginning."

Myron shrugged, and at the same time gave the Avar officer a defiant international sign of friendship.

Instantly, the Avar officer felt the twisted scar on his face begin to cause phantom pain.

He had fought with these big knights before. The leader, Myron, was not only a high-level knight, but the armor he wore was also very powerful. With the help of that armor, the body and confidence of the Avar officer were shattered, and he was left with an incurable scar afterwards.

The Avar officer was angry and took a step forward angrily, but at this time, the Avar army also took a step back silently in tacit understanding.

It was obvious that this army had a deep-seated fear of these big guys. Seeing these incompetent teammates behind them, the Avar officers silently withdrew their advance once again.

Although the armor of these Lars knights looked terrifying, the Gray Robe did not have a substantive judgment on the combat effectiveness of these Lars knights. He just felt that no matter what, the reaction of the Avar army was too exaggerated.

After all, the gray robes could sense that, except for the knight Lars who was in the lead, the others were not high-level professionals. The Avar army had some professionals, muskets and artillery, and there was also a high-level professional in charge. They also had a huge lead in numbers. How could they be so afraid?

Soon the gray robe knew why.

Myron, the leader, drew out his molten sword and said in a calm tone, "Fire."

The other Lars knights took out the ray guns behind them and began firing at the Avar soldiers.

The ray gun emitted a low hum in the air, and then a blazing beam of light hit the battlefield directly. The light cut through the air like a sharp blade, and instantly penetrated the dense formation of the Avar army.

The armor of the Avar soldiers was melted directly. Some professionals held up shields, but the rays fell on the shields and exploded directly. The powerful impact directly blew away those professionals and the soldiers behind the shields.

The soldiers picked up their muskets and began to fight back, but the steel bullets hit the armor of Lars' soldiers as weakly as raindrops. The Lars knights turned their heads and looked at the dense muskets. Although their helmets had no expression, they seemed to be able to sense a sense of doubt from the soldiers' movements and expressions, "Have they come in?"

Only the various spells cast by Avar's professionals can have any effect on these big guys.

At this time, the gray robes discovered that the armor of these Lars knights had luxurious enchantments. If these enchantments were placed in Castile, they would almost be at the level of noble heirlooms. No, it might be even more exaggerated. This is even a legendary armor.

Several Avar professionals who had never fought with the Lars knights rushed forward and fought with these Lars knights without knowing their own limitations. However, with the help of power armor, these knights directly drew out their melting swords. Although they did not directly split those professionals in half with one sword, the powerful force directly smashed those professionals who did not know their own limitations into the rocks, and they could not be pulled out.

"Hmm... Wouldn't a hammer be more useful against these tough guys?"

The Lars knight muttered to himself as he looked at the molten sword in his hand.

Exaggeration, this is really too exaggerated. The man in gray robe seemed to be watching a battle that did not belong to this world at all. The arrogant Avar army, equipped with the latest muskets, was ravaged like a toy by a dozen big guys.

Under the effect of the ray gun and the melting sword, the blood was evaporated before it even had time to spray. Broken limbs and various liquids flew all over the battlefield, causing the gray robe to cover Rosalind's eyes in the first place.

But the horrible howling still reached Rosaline's ears.

"Master, did the elves win?"

Listening to those creepy wails, Rosaline clutched the corner of her gray robe tightly. These elves were completely different from what Rosaline had imagined.

"Of course..."

The gray robe was silent. This was no longer a question of winning or losing. This was simply a one-sided massacre, just like what the Avar army did to other countries' armies in a magic-free environment.

No, it's even more exaggerated than that.

The previously invincible Avar officer was targeted by Myron in the chaos. With just the impact of the power armor's propulsion force and Myron's own strength, the high-ranking knight officer of Avar was elbowed away.

After the power armor was activated, the red light coming out of the eyes of the helmet was like a warning from hell, staring at the officer.

"What's wrong? Weren't you quite good at fighting last time? Don't let me down!"

Myron shook his hands and looked at the high-ranking knight with some disappointment. Ever since he got this customized power armor, Myron has been looking for people to fight with everywhere. This high-ranking knight of Avar once provoked Myron at the central border and was left with a twisted scar by Myron's molten sword.

This time, Myron deliberately did not use any weapons, hoping to fight the high-level knight with strength alone, but the high-level knight kept running away and had no intention of fighting at all.

The Avar officer fell to the ground, kicking his feet in panic as he retreated backwards. At this moment, he did not seem to be a high-ranking knight, but an ordinary soldier on the battlefield.

You can't win, you can't win at all. Myron, who is wearing a huge power armor in front of you, is simply a monster whose strength and speed are beyond common sense. He is a pure numerical monster.

Originally, the Avar officer, who was also a high-ranking officer, might have been able to resist, but now, Myron had completely shattered his confidence and self-esteem.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The Avar officer who wanted to escape was elbowed down again by Myron and stepped on the ground by Myron.

The officer who had been stepping on Rosalyn before was now being stepped on by Myron.

Myron sighed heavily from the red helmet: "It seems that high-level professionals are only human after all. Once they lose the desire to resist, their combat effectiveness will be limited."

With these words of disappointment, Myron pulled out his ray gun and pulled the trigger at the officer's head.