The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

The high-level professionals in Anjou had no idea why the morale of the Cape soldiers had suddenly returned, but in the eyes of the high-level professionals, the Lars knights in their huge armor were nothing more than a larger tin can.

Although those Lars were also professionals, there are differences among professionals.

Throughout history, it has always been powerful professionals who determine the course of wars.

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

But just as a high-ranking knight used his charge skill to collide head-on with Lars Knight, he paused for a moment, wondering why the feel of the skill was a little off.

The knight Lars was knocked backward, but instead of falling over as the high-ranking knight had imagined, a red light emanated from his helmet, and he began to grapple with the high-ranking knight.

The armor of these Lars Knights glowed red, and their speed increased by about three times in an instant, charging towards the high-level spellcaster not far away like an unstoppable herd of bulls.

Unlike ordinary infantry, the high-level spellcasters' mowing-down-grass magic had no effect on these Lars Knights, not to mention that the individual firepower of these Lars Knights was no less than that of these high-level professionals.

In an instant, the main battlefield was actually turned around by these Lars Knights.

"Don't panic. Proceed according to the original plan and cooperate with the high-level professionals to encircle and annihilate these Lars Knights!"

With this command echoing through the mental network, Anjou's genetic warriors quickly assembled, preparing to flank the high-ranking professionals and use specialized magic and artillery to block the entry of the Lars Knights.

But at that moment, these Anru gene warriors seemed to suddenly lose their internet connection, staring at each other blankly. Not far away, some nuns and priests from the Lantern Dream also joined the battle. This specialized force targeting consciousness caused the situation in Anru to deteriorate rapidly.

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Just two days ago, Myron was still with the army clearing out demons in the black fog and hunting down those tall demon god offspring, and now he has arrived at the battlefield on the southern border by train.

This sudden change even left Myron feeling somewhat dazed.

However, on the battlefield, Myron saw many familiar faces, but they didn't seem to recognize him.

With a single stride, Myron, his power armor glowing red, appeared directly in front of a high-ranking knight, and the two quickly engaged in combat.

“It’s been a long time, Angus.”

Hearing the somewhat distorted sound coming from the power armor, the high-ranking knight on the other side exclaimed in shock, "Myron? You joined the Capet? Where's Sidney?"

With a single swing, Myron cleaved a crack in the shield of the high-ranking knight opposite him, then quickly reached out and subdued him.

"Sidney's doing research in the back. I don't know what he's doing, but he seems pretty excited."

"You bastard, you really went all out!"

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

"This armor isn't as simple as it seems. Let's give up."

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

High-level professionals all operate within the tower, and many of them know each other. Even if they do encounter each other, it won't be a dramatic, earth-shattering battle like in the stories; it's more likely to end with a brief skirmish.

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

However, Angus himself seemed indifferent, or rather, he had voluntarily surrendered after assessing the strength of both sides. After all, the most important thing for a high-level professional is to preserve their strength and trump cards. As for loyalty? Cutting grass is enough to justify the military pay Alberto gave him. Getting a high-level professional who is superior to ordinary people to risk their life is not such a simple matter.

Although Capet was on high alert, Angus felt that since he was Myron's friend, he shouldn't be troubled too much.

Normally, someone of my rank wouldn't be overly entitled to a personal audience with the governor on the other side.

However, Capet's attitude toward Angus's capture was quite indifferent, as if it were to be expected, which greatly disappointed Angus.

When Myron, who had taken off his helmet, handed him a glass of water, Angus, feeling slighted and unimpressed, said, "I won't betray my employer easily. I won't utter a single word about Anjou's information."

However, Angus paused when he drank the water. It was warm? And it seemed to be sugar water.

"Do the soldiers all drink this?"

Before Myron could speak, Angus asked the question first.

"Of course, the military places great emphasis on hygiene management and will not drink raw water directly."

Actually, Linde wanted to just get the "happy water" out of the bottle, since it was considered a strategic resource during wartime, and Linde assured him it wasn't something he wanted to drink himself.

Lilith wholeheartedly agreed with this, stating that it was for the soldiers' benefit and definitely not because she and her brother wanted to drink.

Unfortunately, despite overcoming so many difficulties and even managing to produce potato chips for Tia, the soda just didn't taste right, so they had to temporarily substitute it with regular sugar water.

Looking at the sugar water in his hand, Angus fell silent. As high-level professionals, both Angus and Myron were already quite old.

"Did we have this kind of water to drink when we joined the army?"

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

No high-ranking professional is born high-ranking. Myron and Angus served in the military when they were young. In fact, almost every high-ranking professional was employed by a different military before entering the Tower.

"If you want to drink it, you can still get it."

Myron drank the sugar water in his hand in one gulp.

"After all, we were geniuses back then, and this kind of sweet soup was just a little more expensive."

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

Angus muttered something to himself, then said, "So, what are you planning to do with me?"

Angus didn't look like a prisoner at all. After all, with his level of high-level professional status, would the governor really be so impulsive as to cut him down?

Even if the governor didn't exchange himself for benefits and directly made Alberto pay to ransom him, he wouldn't be beheaded.

If he really cut it, I doubt even Alberto could have imagined it, and probably even Myron could have foreseen it.

Did anyone in history actually capture an important enemy general and execute him?

Myron tapped the breastplate of his power armor and asked, "Want to wear it?"

Angus swallowed hard. He had already noticed during their match that Myron's power armor was indeed quite stylish, with all those joints perfectly positioned in Angus's strike zone.

Not to mention a piece of armor that actually has a significant amplification effect on high-ranking knights; this is no longer a magical item, but a divine artifact.

"generally."

Angus pursed his lips and turned his head away, but his eyes remained fixed on the power armor.

"Hehe, this was custom-made for me by order of the Governor. Do you have one?"

"It's just a piece of scrap metal. Add a little enchantment and a power unit, what's so special about it?"

"This equipment was personally provided to me by the Governor-General. Do you have any?"

"These armors are huge, ugly, and they all look the same..."

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

Myron's tone was as if he were showing off, constantly provoking Angus.

"This was specially commissioned by the Governor from Sidney and his engineers to be custom-made for me. Do you have any custom-made power armor like this?"

After saying that, Myron opened his shoulder armor, which contained a small freezer. Myron took out a bottle of chilled potion and handed it to Angus.

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

"are you crazy!"

Angus couldn't take it anymore, but he still took the potion Myron handed him and drank it. As soon as he took the first sip, Angus's eyes lit up: "Hmm... what kind of potion is this? There are so many bubbles, but it tastes pretty good?"

"It was invented by a military doctor, mainly for refreshing and replenishing energy, and it tastes better chilled."