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

The high-level professionals of Anjou did not know why the morale of the Capetian soldiers suddenly recovered, but those Lars knights wearing huge armor were nothing more than larger tin cans in the eyes of the high-level professionals.

Although those Lars are also professionals, there are still differences between professionals.

From ancient times to the present, it has always been powerful professionals who decide the direction of war.

When a high-ranking knight saw these Lars knights, he took the initiative to rush forward. These high-ranking knights also wanted to take off such huge armor and put it on themselves to see what it felt like.

But when a high-level knight used the charge skill to collide head-on with Knight Lars, he was stunned. Why did he feel something was wrong?

Knight Lars was knocked back, but he did not fall to the ground as the high-level knight had imagined. Instead, a red light came out of his helmet and he began to wrestle with the high-level knight.

Red light appeared on the armor of these Lars knights, and their speed increased by about three times in an instant. They rushed towards the high-level spellcaster not far away like a group of unstoppable bulls.

Unlike ordinary infantry, the grass-cutting magic of high-level spellcasters has no effect on these Lars knights, not to mention that the individual firepower of these Lars knights is no worse than that of these high-level professionals.

In a short while, the front battlefield was actually taken back by these Lars knights.

"Don't panic. Follow the original plan and cooperate with the high-level professionals to encircle and suppress these Lars knights!"

Following this command in the mental network, the genetic warriors of Anjou quickly gathered together, ready to support the high-level professionals from the side, using specialized magic and artillery to block the entry of these Lars knights.

But at this moment, these Anjou genetic warriors seemed to have suddenly lost their connection to the Internet, staring at each other. Not far away, some nuns and priests with lantern dreams also joined the battlefield. This specialized force targeting consciousness made the situation in Anjou take a sharp turn for the worse.

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A few days ago, Myron was still following the army to clear out the demons in the black fog and hunt down those tall descendants of the demon god, but now he has arrived at the battlefield on the southern border by train.

This sudden change even made Myron feel a little dazed.

However, on the battlefield, Myron saw many familiar faces, but those acquaintances did not seem to recognize him.

Myron took a step forward, and the power armor with red light came directly in front of a high-level knight, and the two of them soon started fighting with each other.

"It's been a long time, Angus."

Hearing the distorted voice coming from the power armor, the high-ranking knight on the opposite side shouted in shock: "Myron? Have you joined Capet? Where's Sidney?"

Myron swung his sword and cut a crack in the shield of the high-level knight on the opposite side, then quickly reached out and controlled the opponent.

"Sidney is doing research in the back. I don't know what he's doing, but at least he looks excited."

"You are so cruel!"

The high-ranking knight named Angus wanted to kick Myron away to escape from his control, but he found that Myron did not move at all after being kicked.

"This armor is not that simple, give up."

When acquaintances meet, both sides are very clear about each other's strength, especially when Angus kicked a few more times and found that he really couldn't kick anymore, he gave up resistance.

High-level professionals are all active in the tower, and many of them know each other. If they really meet, the fight will not be as earth-shattering as in the stories, but more likely to be fought to the point of stopping.

Angus soon became the first high-level professional to be captured on the battlefield.

However, Angus himself looked indifferent, or he was willing to be captured after evaluating the strength of both sides. After all, the most important thing for high-level professionals is to preserve their strength and keep their trump cards. As for loyalty? Cutting grass is worthy of the military salary issued by Alberto. It is not so easy to get a high-level professional who is superior to ordinary people to work hard.

Although Capet was on high alert, Angus felt that since he was Myron's friend, he should not be in too much trouble.

Normally speaking, with someone of my level, it would not be excessive for the governor to meet me personally.

But Capet was quite indifferent about Angus's capture, as if it was supposed to be so, which made Angus very disappointed.

Seeing Myron taking off his helmet and handing him a glass of water, Angus, who was still a little angry because he was not taken seriously, said: "I will not betray my employer easily. I will not tell a word of Anjou's information."

But when Angus drank the glass of water, he was stunned. It was warm? And it seemed to be sugar water.

"Do all soldiers drink this?"

Angus asked before Myron could speak.

"Of course, the military pays great attention to hygiene management and will not drink raw water directly."

In fact, Lind wanted to make the happy water directly. After all, happy water can be considered a strategic material in wartime. Lind guaranteed that he definitely didn't want to drink it.

Lilith wholeheartedly agreed with this matter, and said that it was for the sake of the soldiers, and it was definitely not something she and her brother wanted to drink.

But unfortunately, although so many problems have been solved, even potato chips have been made for Tia, the happy water still doesn’t taste right, so she can only use ordinary sugar water instead temporarily.

Looking at the sugar water in his hand, Angus was silent. Because they were high-level professionals, Angus and Myron were actually not young anymore.

"When we joined the army, did we have this kind of water to drink?"

Seeing that Myron refused to speak, Angus broke his silence first.

Not all high-level professionals are born high-level. Myron and Angus served in the army when they were young. It can be said that almost every high-level professional has been employed by different armies before entering the tower.

"You can still get some if you want it."

Myron drank the sugar water in his hand.

"After all, we were geniuses at the time. This kind of sugar water is just a little more expensive."

"But ordinary soldiers don't get this treatment."

Angus muttered, then said, "So, what are you going to do with me?"

Angus didn't look like a prisoner at all. After all, as a high-level professional of his level, could the governor get hot-headed and chop him to pieces?

Even if the governor did not exchange himself for benefits and directly asked Alberto to pay to redeem him, he would not have killed himself.

If it was really chopped off, not only would I not have expected it, Alberto wouldn't have expected it, and even Myron wouldn't have expected it.

Is there really anyone in history who captured an important enemy general and killed him directly?

Myron tapped his hand on the chest plate of his power armor and asked, "Want to wear it?"

Angus swallowed his saliva. During the fight, Angus had already discovered that Myron's power armor was indeed quite handsome, with the joints almost all in Angus' strike zone.

Not to mention a piece of armor that actually has a significant amplifying effect on high-level knights. This is no longer a magic item, but a divine artifact level.

"generally."

Angus curled his lips and turned his head away, but his eyes were still fixed on the power armor.

"Hey, this was custom-made for me by the Governor-General. Do you have it?"

"Isn't it just a piece of scrap metal? Add a little enchantment and a power device. What's so special about it?"

"This is the equipment that the Governor gave me personally. Do you have it?"

"This armor is big and ugly, and they all look the same..."

"No, no, no, although each set of armor looks similar, there are many customizable modules. The armor of each Lars Knight is unique."

Myron's tone was as if he was showing off directly, constantly prodding Angus.

"This is something the Governor had Sidney and the engineers customize for me. Do you have this kind of customized power armor?"

After saying that, Myron opened his shoulder armor, and there was actually a small freezer inside the shoulder armor. Myron took out a bottle of iced medicine and handed it to Angus.

"Just tell me whether you have it or not!"

"are you crazy!"

Angus couldn't stand it, but he still took the potion handed to him by Myron and drank it. As soon as he took the first sip, Angus' eyes lit up: "Hmm... What kind of potion is this? A lot of bubbles, but it tastes good?"

"It was invented by a military doctor. It's mainly used to refresh and replenish energy. It tastes better when it's iced."