The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

As the shotgun fired, the demon soldier was thrown from his horse, coughing up blood as he fell to the ground.

Unlike the enchantments of ordinary soldiers, the special magic circles on the nuns' uniforms, when connected to their tactical backpacks, can transform the uniforms into a mobile barrier for a short period of time.

Not only can it provide strong defense, but it can also give the user a certain degree of power boost. However, because the power required to maintain the barrier is too great, people inside the barrier will experience great pressure and may also suffer from magical disorder as a side effect.

However, the nuns completely ignored the pressure brought by the moving barrier, and like a meat grinder, they frantically slaughtered on the battlefield with chainsaw swords and shotguns. When they saw demons charging towards them, the nuns would even deliberately run into them, using the powerful defense of the barrier to withstand the enemy's attack and then counterattacking with their chainsaw swords or shotguns.

Some demon spellcasters kept attacking the nuns, but they were all blocked by the moving barrier that was like a city wall.

The nuns' attacks became even more frenzied, with some even pulling grenades directly from their nuns' robes and unleashing a barrage of attacks on the battlefield. Unless they were holding the grenades and they exploded, the aftershocks of the grenades had no effect on the nuns' insane slaughter.

Harlan was cowering behind a group of demon soldiers, watching everything unfold before him with a blank expression. The nuns, who should have been easy prey, had suddenly become hungry wolves. Even without the strange muskets that emitted terrifying blue flames, the nuns were still pressing the demon soldiers and fighting them.

Moreover, his fighting style was quite frenzied. He basically relied on moving barriers to absorb damage and then counterattacked with his weapon. He even had a strong tendency to self-destruct. Harun even suspected that if the opponent hadn't been wearing a mask, he would have bitten him directly.

It's not fair to blame Harlan for underestimating his opponent; the mobile barrier was simply beyond his imagination. Harlan couldn't fathom how his opponent had imprinted a complete barrier array on his clothes, nor could he fathom how his opponent powered the mobile barrier.

This isn't magic at all!

Looking at the battlefield gradually stained red with blood, Harlan had only one thought in his mind at this moment—escape!

However, Flora, who had just finished dealing with a demon, noticed Harun hiding behind the soldiers.

"Want to escape?"

Flora roared loudly, having already noticed that Harun was the leader of this demon army. Her chainsaw sword emitted a chilling shriek as it charged straight at Harun, who appeared to be the leader.

The moving barrier burst forth with intense light, allowing Flora to quickly close the distance to Harun.

The surrounding demons tried to stop her, but in the chaos of battle, they were unable to break through Flora's defenses, not to mention they had to be careful of the grenades constantly being thrown on the battlefield and the nuns searching for prey.

Harlan instinctively activated his magic, raising his arm armor to block Flora's chainsaw sword.

The chainsaw sword and the gauntlet collided, sparking brilliant fireworks, but this was from Flora's perspective. In Harun's eyes, however, these fireworks were not brilliant at all.

No! No! No! Please don't!

The defensive shield, which had already been weakened by the Six Purification Gun, was broken upon contact with the chainsaw sword. At this moment, the chainsaw sword, like the scythe of death, slowly reaped Harun's arm armor and life.

The chainsaw blade's serrations were already embedded in the arm armor. Harlen, watching helplessly as his arm was about to be sawed off, struggled frantically, but then noticed that the light on Flora's nun's habit behind the chainsaw blade had dimmed on other parts, with only the light on the sleeves flashing wildly.

This is the advantage of being a professional. All the weapons of the Sisters have been calibrated by themselves, and their power can be adjusted at will during battle. If it weren't for Lind's orders, the maximum power of the Sisters' mobile barrier might have been even more exaggerated than it is now, even though the power and pressure of the mobile barrier are already approaching the limits of gray-collar technology and the Sisters' organization.

"That's the expression! Shout louder! Shout even louder! Let the goddess and the governor hear your lament, let the governor feel our loyalty!"

Flora once thought she never wanted to see a demon's face again, but at this moment, Flora was stepping on Harun while constantly pressing down with her arms, and pressing the bird-beak mask close to Harun's face, as if trying to see what Harun's expression was.

Harlan's muscles were trembling with tension, tears streaming down his face. He kept making unintelligible syllables, seemingly trying to beg for mercy, but he was too terrified to utter a sound.

Harlan was so frightened by the sight of the scarlet eyes behind the bird-beak mask that he fainted.

Finally, with the swing of the chainsaw sword, Harun's arm, along with his armor and body, was sawed off.

Blood splattered on Flora's bird-beak mask and nun's habit, but Flora felt incredibly satisfied at that moment.

With Harun's death, the battlefield immediately turned into a one-sided massacre. The demon army, dominated by fear and despite having a numerical advantage, was unable to mount an effective attack.

Blood and severed limbs covered the entire battlefield. The chainsaw sword caused such a massive amount of bleeding that the nuns' uniforms were stained red with blood.

Seeing the demons abandoning their companions and fleeing at breakneck speed, before Flora could even give the order, the Lars knights, who had been preparing for some time, grabbed their muskets and rode off in pursuit.

As the fluorescent glow on her body gradually faded, Flora took off her tactical backpack. The pressure from the mobile barrier was not something ordinary people could withstand. Even the specially trained nuns began to experience nausea, vomiting, and dizziness.

But all of this pales in comparison to the torment Flora suffered back then.

Even the members of the nuns were quite excited; if it weren't for their masks, you could see that most of the nuns had smiles on their faces, indicating that they hadn't had enough.

Flora pulled out the triangular prism-shaped primary sand container from her tactical backpack, and sure enough, the magic power inside was only about one-third left.

The Six Purification Gun consumes a lot of energy, but it's not enough to deplete all the magic power in the original color sand container after just one round. The real energy consumer is the moving barrier.

In essence, the mobile barrier is a superior alternative to armor enchantment, ignoring cost-effectiveness, and it must be used in conjunction with a dedicated tactical backpack.

The cost of compressing a massive and complex barrier array into the size of a piece of clothing is an almost exponential increase in energy consumption, but in return, it provides a defensive capability comparable to a city wall for a short period of time.

Taking advantage of the fact that the battle had just ended, Flora took out paper and pen and, together with the other nuns, recorded the problems and thoughts encountered with the weapons and equipment during the battle, since this was a rare opportunity for real combat.

It's unlikely that such equipment, which ignores cost-effectiveness, will be deployed on a large scale, not to mention that users would need specialized training.

Although it was unclear why the governor was so fixated on this equipment, Flora believed that the governor must have his reasons. At least this battle proved that the idea of ​​a mobile barrier was feasible, although the energy consumption and endurance issues needed to be improved.

After writing her reflections and report, Flora remembered something and went to the place where the ordinary nuns and priestesses were and where the surrendered Doug's army was.

"It's all alright now."

Flora greeted the ordinary priests and nuns with gentleness, as always.

But Antoine, who witnessed the massacre firsthand, saw Flora covered in blood in her nun's habit, with many organs stuck to her clothes along with the blood, and even her mask splattered with bright red liquid. His legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

This is not a war at all.

During the rest of the journey, both the surrendered Doug soldiers and the rest of his entourage remained unusually quiet.