717 Surprise Attack (1/2)

Late at night, on the sea fortress among the waves, hot and dry breath radiated into the night sky, carrying the scent of ash and sulfur.

Terrible scars crisscrossed the small town behind the fortress, and several blocks had already collapsed under the assault of Asgard's weapons during the daytime and had caught on fire.

The scent of blood was wafted by the flames, hanging thick in the air. Even in the middle of the night, there were still laborers on the wall working overtime to repair the cracks in it.

The side of the wall facing out had already been completely burned. The alloy coated outer shell had melted, and molten steel flowed and coagulated, forming unpleasant veins of what looked like sludge.

Sometimes they used hammers to pry off the dried sludge off of the stone, and could then see the lava slurry that had not yet congealed inside.

As for what lay beneath the wall, it was completely unrecognizable.

Even the mountains that had been reinforced on both sides had largely crumbled. Gravel was piled up under the cliffs, covering broken armor and half of a burnt corpse. The other half of the corpse was covered in dust.

In the fissures formed by the large-scale bombardments, the eyes of the dead looked up from the dust towards the night sky.

In the midst of the din someone was playing the flute, and its faint, sad dirge echoed around the battlefield.

In the tightly sealed construction site just behind the small town, dozens of construction vehicles were making hundreds of guide rails that slanted up towards the night sky. It was like they were preparing to welcome a train that was coming from the sky.

But under the rails, armored knights lined up silently to receive the fixed chain, and then bent down, in formation, to insert it into the ”small boxes”.

Even though the space was large when compared to an ordinary person, even for knights who were only wearing powered exoskeletons and not outer armor it was still so narrow they could hardly move. After he squeezed in and sat on the chair, and then firmly locked his armor to the iron chair, a knight could not even bend at the waist.

The members of the squad looked at each other helplessly.

The din outside the construction site continued unabated.

”The angle measurement is complete, and the guide rails are in place.”

”The mechanical system has been loaded, and testing is in process.”

These emotionless voices rang out continuously, making everyone feel more and more disturbed.

Finally, a figure that was thinner than everyone else entered. After he closed the hatch, the voices ceased.

But the pure silence made them even more uneasy.

Galahad sat silently in his position, his armor fixed firmly to his chair. He closed his eyes without speaking.

Everyone looked at him, and one of them dared to say, ”Is this thing really reliable, sir?”

”Why are you so worried?” Christine rebuked him coldly. ”If you're going to die, you should die for your country!”

”Uh...” The one who had asked the question had no choice but to stop talking. He hadn't expected to be reprimanded. Seeing how his hands were gripping the armrests so tightly that his gauntlets had almost deformed the armrests, the others couldn't help but laugh.

”Hahahaha!”

Christine glanced at them coldly. Although she was annoyed, she didn't say anything.

There was nothing they could do. Although the Royal Institute of Research had guaranteed that there were no problems with the system, who could really sit there with no worries? If there really weren't any problems, why would they call this d*mn box the ”Hell Parachute”?

A group of knights would sit in this iron box and be launched into the enemy's center. When they thought about it, it seemed as if every step in the process from beginning to end had problems.

Even Christine was scared...

Amid the silence, someone else raised their hand. ”Sir?”

”Speak.”

The person with the question hesitated a bit, then said helplessly, ”Even though the Asgardians would never think that we would launch this surprise attack, couldn't we at least wear some light armor?”

In order to reduce the weight, everyone's armor had been lightened as much as possible. Although they all wore heavy powered exoskeletons, there was no armor on top of them. They had even removed most of the defensive modules.

Even though it would be difficult for a normal person to hurt them with an ordinary sword, the enemy also had powered halberds. Facing a frost giant knight with a shocking ax with this kind of equipment would be equivalent to doing it naked.

”You don't need to worry about this issue.” Christine looked at him seriously. ”It will solve itself when we get there.”

Solve itself… how? Would they airdrop armor?