The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

"Didn't escape?"

Harun asked the demon scout, who possessed a reconnaissance-type bloodline magic, in surprise.

“That’s right, the nuns not only didn’t run away, but they seem to be waiting for us in the same spot.”

The scout, who possessed reconnaissance-type bloodline magic, seemed unconvinced by the result and even activated his bloodline magic to scout again before confirming it.

"Heh, we've been observing for so long, they couldn't possibly set up any traps right under our noses. Brothers, let's just charge!"

"Okay, let's go!"

The demons, briefly encouraged by Harun, continued their charge towards the nuns.

Meanwhile, the nuns had already put down their heavy satchels and were carrying tactical backpacks on their backs, with chainsaw swords and shotguns hanging from them. In front of them was a heavy, large musket, the most peculiar feature of which was its unusual six barrels.

Moreover, this large musket had no magazine, only a flexible tube connected to the tactical backpacks on the nuns' backs.

There were no other weapons besides the bird-beak mask, only a red light flashing beneath it.

"Then, what is that?"

Coming to his senses, Antoine looked at the strange, incredibly heavy muskets in the nuns' hands.

"Oh, that's the Six Roots Purification Gun."

Sir Lars, who was beside Antoine, answered the question.

"What? What a strange name!"

"How dare you! This name was personally chosen by the Governor!"

The knight Lars angrily slapped Antoine on the back of the head, leaving Antoine dazed. By the time he came to his senses, the nuns had already taken up their positions.

Looking at the nuns in front of him, Antoine still felt as if the world had turned upside down. Fully armed knights were protecting ordinary people from behind, while the nuns were preparing to go forward and kill the enemy.

"Can this really stop the elite demons?"

Antoine's face was filled with tension and unease. Those were demons. If he couldn't stop them, he would be lucky to even have a whole corpse left. Especially for traitors, he had heard that demons would capture people and take them to their territory for human experiments, which was truly worse than death.

"The Governor has always adhered to the principle that people from the North should not fight people from the North."

Sir Lars, who was beside Antoine, began to talk about things that seemed unrelated.

"Therefore, the Governor will not use certain inhumane methods on his own people."

"We are just ordinary Knights of Lars, but the nuns..."

As the knight Lars was speaking, the approaching demon cavalry could already be seen in the distance.

"The nuns are the governor's personal guard."

Not far away, the demon's warhorse exhaled hot, white steam, its hooves thundering and shaking the earth. The demon's face was filled with confidence and fearlessness, like an unstoppable torrent about to crush everything.

This confidence was not unfounded. The demons in the front row all possessed defensive bloodline magic, which could create an effect similar to that of a knight's domain. With them around, ordinary muskets simply could not destroy the demons' steel-like moving walls.

These demons were also well aware of the weaknesses of gunpowder weapons. Cannons were good for attacking and defending cities, but in this situation, even if the enemy had cannons, they would not be able to hit the charging demons at all.

They've done the research.

Just as Harlan, the leader, was thinking this, the nuns' makeshift "position" in the distance emitted a low rumble from their "muskets."

The spinning gun barrel accelerated rapidly, then burst forth with a fierce blue flame, countless rays of molten fire raining down on the demon cavalry.

"Hold it! Hold it!"

Harlan immediately sensed something was wrong. The attack was too dense. Were these really muskets? Even the strongest muskets the demons knew about in their intelligence reports didn't have such exaggerated firepower as the resistance's machine guns.

Although it was expected that the gray-collar workers would have more powerful firearms, no one expected that they would be armed to a group of nuns.

This was a torrential rain, a molten torrential rain that reaped lives, literally.

The demon beside Harlan, who had been using defensive magic to cover the cavalry, had only endured a dozen seconds of damage when he immediately foamed at the mouth. Before he could even utter his last words, and before the defensive magic could be dispelled, he passed out and fell off his horse.

Harun realized something was wrong and immediately slowed down, dispelling his defensive bloodline magic.

The six purifying guns, spewing blue flames, relentlessly reaped the lives of the front-line cavalry. Many of the demon cavalrymen in the front line, who were using defensive bloodline magic, fell unconscious and off their horses before they could even turn off their shields, as the damage they took exceeded the threshold.

At the same time, it was convulsing on the ground, a standard symptom of magic overload.

The warhorses, now unprotected, neighed wildly and panicked. Sensing the threat of death, they lost control, fleeing in all directions, some even spinning erratically in place, trying to escape this invisible enemy.

The demon army's once orderly formation collapsed in an instant, with limbs and severed bodies flying through the air. Antoine, who was watching the massacre from a distance, clearly saw the scene before him. Some of the splattered blood was vaporized by the rain of molten fire rays before it even hit the ground, leaving behind some unvaporized residue that fell to the ground.

That's because the water in the blood was evaporated completely.

This was the first time Antoine regretted having Eagle Eye, even though it was the only spell he knew. He now wished he had never learned it.

Soon, the muzzles of all six muskets showed obvious signs of overheating. Beneath the blue flames, the barrels were visibly glowing red-hot, and some of the muskets even started smoking and went silent.

Seeing this, Flora immediately pulled out the hoses connecting the six Cleanse Guns and the tactical backpack, and the other nuns followed suit.

"Sisters, it's time to offer our loyalty to the Goddess and the Governor!"

"For the goddess, for the governor!"

Flora and the other nuns drew their chainsaw swords and shotguns from their backpacks, the patterns on their nunneries now clearly visible. The nuns charged forward like hungry wolves and began to fight the remaining demon cavalry.

Harun, who had been hiding in the back, was overjoyed to see that the enemy's terrifying weapon was no longer usable. He immediately organized a counterattack, since although he had lost most of the soldiers defending against bloodline magic, Harun's side still had a significant numerical advantage.

Although the cavalry charge was directly destroyed by the Six Purification Cannons, the remaining demon cavalrymen quickly rushed to the faces of the nuns.

A demon cavalryman steadied his horse and charged toward the nuns, but when he hit the nuns, it was as if he had struck an invisible iron wall.

Something's not right! The cavalryman exclaimed inwardly.

These nuns are definitely not subject to ordinary enchantments.

Just as the demon cavalryman managed to maintain his balance and avoid falling off his horse, he saw the nun pull out a shotgun and point it at him.

"Mobile barrier, kid."

The nun pulled the trigger on the demon.