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Chapter 102 - 8 Cleaning the Battlefield

Chapter 102: Chapter 8 Cleaning the Battlefield

A mercenary just blew up a Power Armor Knight head-on, what exactly is that concept?

It’s probably like a three-year-old in kindergarten blowing up a thirty-year-old muscular hunk.

In fact, the enhancements that Power Armor brings to a Knight far exceed the gap between a muscular hunk and a three-year-old.

A three-year-old child coming at you with a knife could still score your leg.

But swing a sledgehammer at a Power Armor Knight standing right here, and the hammer will shatter before leaving a mark on the armor.

Designed as military technology, Power Armor was originally intended to replace tanks and other mechanical vehicles, with its most basic function being bulletproof.

Unless you use a specialized anti-materiel sniper rifle, ordinary firearms can’t penetrate it.

Not to mention swords. To break Power Armor with cold weapons, you’d need at least Level 8 physical power.

Considering the last rise of the Magic Tide was at the end of the Fifth Epoch, and the Magic Tide level has remained at the valley bottom standard of Level 5 for several hundreds of years,

thus, Power Armor Knights in this era are like electricity, light, the stuff of legends on the battlefield, the SuperStar of every soldier, mercenary, and adventurer.

Now a SuperStar has been blown up head-on by a mercenary... so much so that everyone present, be they the Night Watch Knights or the mercenary girls, had no idea what kind of expression to face this fact with.

Looking at the Black Knight slumped on the ground, completely succumbed to death, everyone’s expression was numb, indifferent, crashed.

"Ha, hahaha..." Knight Lorent’s eyes twitched as he let out an awkward chuckle, "Maybe this Black Knight was wearing a fake set of Power Armor, huh."

He stepped forward and kicked the Black Knight’s Power Armor, emitting a clear sound of steel clashing.

The Power Armor was real.

Now there was really no fooling anyone.

Knight Captain Hasimodo came to his senses and sighed helplessly.

This time, even without being offered a way out, he could no longer feign ignorance.

The Night Watchman could be dismissive towards low-level mercenaries, but when faced with sword masters who were top-tier even on a global scale, proper relations and networking were a must.

When the time came to handle major Undead Spirit mutants that gave even the headquarters a headache, they would have to call on these Sword Masters for help.

So, as the Knight Captain of the Night Watch Knight’s Morning Star Team 3, Hasimodo had an obligation to ally with the other party, or at least not to leave them completely in the cold as before.

He had to start by improving the relationship.

Striving to relax his strained face, Knight Captain Hasimodo turned his head with difficulty and said with a forced smile,

"Such astounding combat skills. Who would have thought that your Mercenary Group had such hidden dragons and crouching tigers..."

His words stopped abruptly because the mercenary girls were also standing there dumbfounded, their faces a uniform expression of incredible shock.

"Wait a second, why do you all look so scared too..." Hasimodo weakly asked.

The girls looked at each other, unsure of what to say, their minds blank.

Yes, everyone originally thought Aske was a very formidable person, but they hadn’t expected his true skill level to be so fierce that he was not even human... From today on, he was a god, a top-tier deity, an existence that others could only look up to from below.

A proper Power Armor Knight, with a ton of output power, able to accelerate to 10 meters per second, covered in 360-degree military-grade steel armor, and an Undead Spirit with no emotions and unerring reason.

And you blew it up head-on with just a few cold weapons... Are you even human? You must be possessed by the War God! Even novels wouldn’t dare write like this!

"Nora." After considerable effort, Aske finally pried open the Black Knight’s Power Armor to reveal the exoskeleton underneath, the hydraulic connectors, and circuit boards, "Come and take a look at this."

"Ah? Oh!" Nora suddenly remembered she was a Military Nun. Besides healing skills, mechanical repair was also her expertise, so she hurried over.

"Um, what do you need me to do?" she stammered, "Fix this Power Armor, is that it?"

"I just called you over to familiarize yourself with the internal structure of the Power Armor," Aske said helplessly, "What’s with this respectful title all of a sudden? Since when did you start calling me ’you’ in such a formal manner?"

"It just seemed rude somehow to call you by your name..." Nora said, embarrassed.

"It’s fine." Aske sighed, "Just call me ’you’, or you can use my name."

Well... Nora’s face showed her dilemma, but eventually, she nodded.

Aske stood up and gestured for Medea to come over.

"Do you have instructions for me, Squad Leader?" Medea asked with a slight bow, a smile on her face.

"From now on, every time you say ’you’ in a formal manner, you will add a lap to the next day’s morning run," Aske said expressionlessly.

"Oh no, I was just joking," Medea said, her face paling as she hurriedly laughed it off.

The so-called morning run meant running a lap around the edge of Fire Island, and that’s no mere kilometer or two.

"What’s the matter with all of you?" Aske frowned and asked, "Suddenly you’re all exceedingly respectful. Playing a maid PLAY or something?"