Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 52: Strange Heavy Armor 1

Translator: 549690339

When he received the news of Made’s death a few days ago, Leonardo opened a bottle of Moon Juice Wine that he had collected for many years.

It was a specialty of the elves, a wine fermented from Moon Juice Fruits irrigated with Moon Spring Water, which, after being cellared for over fifty years, had a rich taste and the flavor of moonlight.

Over the years, Leonardo had practically run the Saint’s Edge Army like a well-oiled machine. From the quartermaster to the Big Head Soldier, everyone was kept in strict line by him. Those who resisted either were transferred or ‘sacrificed’ in failed missions.

The reason he said ‘almost’ was because there was a small circle led by Made, which he could never get rid of.

Made was known for his fiery temper and unabashed manner, but he had a knack for rallying people around him. The Paladins under his command were utterly loyal to him, and he also had a clever and handsome deputy by his side.

Although Made was just a Level 7 Paladin, when a group of paladins came together, even a Sword Saint might not be able to handle them.

When Leonardo learned that there was a Sword Saint in the plane producing essence liquid, he knew his chance had come.

By withholding key information and adding a few slightly contradictory commands, he could make volatile and self-important Made abandon the main force, send the Paladins on a lone mission, and deliver themselves to death.

Leonardo wasn’t sure if such arrangements would necessarily kill Made, because the strength of this Paladin team was too strong, and they had war horses and group combat skills. Even if they couldn’t beat the Sword Saint, it would be easy to escape, and it would not be easy to kill them.

But it didn’t matter. If it didn’t work out this time, there would be more chances in the future AR a leader. he wasn’t afraid of missing chances in vet rid

of his subordinates.

Unexpectedly, good news came quickly; Made and his deputy had been trapped by the Skeleton Sea. Made died in a hard fight, his deputy died covering the retreat, and only eight of the ten Paladins escaped.

Leonardo was overjoyed. Even the deputy died, this was the best possible outcome.

In comparison to Made, Leonardo was more wary of his clever deputy. He was the most likely to see through his plans, and it was because of the existence of this deputy that Leonardo had to resort to more aggressive means to deal with Made. Now, however, it was wonderful- -they were all dead.

With the blind fools dead, what he needed to do now was firmly grasp control of this Abyss Dimension, truly securing this source of wealth for himself; that’s why he put all his cards on the table.

The light faded, revealing Leonardo and the towering steed at his side, with twenty heavily-armored soldiers following closely behind him.

Seeing such a lineup, the people who were full of expectations for the reinforcements were stunned.

“Is this… Is this the first batch? Who are they?” Someone murmured a question.

The number was too small. Given the size of the Saint’s Edge Army’s Plane Transfer Array, it could send around a hundred people at a time, or 150 tons of supplies, but now only twenty-one people had come, wasting a great deal of transport capacity.

And above all, amongst those who were transferred over, other than Leonardo, they didn’t recognize any of the heavy armored soldiers.

The Saint’s Edge Army already had heavy armored shield units, but the armor on these soldiers was not only heavy and old but also covered in various signs of use, as though they were second-hand goods from somewhere.

However, the quality seemed excellent, unlike the Heavy Armored Shield Soldiers. Frankly, those soldiers claiming to be ‘Heavy Armored’ had armor lighter than even Made’s Knight Armor, with the only real protection coming from their shield.

Made had once heavily suspected that someone had embezzled the equipment budget for the Heavy Armored Shield Soldiers, thus bringing in these inferior ‘Heavy Armors’. As a result, when facing Luther, several of them were immediately cut down in a face-to-face confrontation.

But now, the armor of these Iron Can Soldiers seemed excellent. It was thick where it needed to be thick, lightened where it needed to be lightened, solid where it needed to be solid, and flexible where it needed to be flexible. Every aspect was carefully considered and made extremely practical.

Also, the Heavy Armored Soldiers had small round shields hanging on their arms and were wielding two-handed heavy swords.

With such an equipment set, they had to be carrying at least sixty to seventy pounds.

However, all these were not the key points. The point was that no one recognized them. The Heavy Armored Soldiers pulled up their face shields to reveal only two thin slits. No one could see their eyes, which made the priests uncomfortable. More than that, there was a faintly detectable stench.

Leonardo smiled slightly, pulled down his face mask, mounted his horse, and with a slight wave of his hand, the heavy armored soldiers following him started to march forward. After a few steps, they broke into a slight run, heading towards the hole in the camp.

Luther, the military leader of Ice City, led his troops forward, only to meet the heavy armored soldiers head-on.

Luther, who was bold and skilled, always remained at the forefront. Seeing these Iron Can Soldiers, he swung his sword at them recklessly.

Yes, he didn’t slash, he slapped with the flat side of his sword. This was the best way to deal with the Iron Can Heavy Armors. Given Luther’s strength, a smack on the armor could cause their internal bleeding or concussion.

The leading Heavy Armored Soldier was hit hard by him, and the armor quivered and made a vibrating sound.

But the man inside the armor was not affected at all and swung his two-handed sword down.

Luther felt a sense of frustration at having misjudged his strength. According to logic, the enemy should not be able to bear this blunt trauma; even if they didn’t bleed internally, they should at least be paralyzed for a while unless they had strengths above Level 8, enough to resist with fighting energy. But no matter how he looked at it, the enemy did not seem to have reached this level of strength.

Having applied the wrong amount of force was like being hit by his own attack. It was very frustrating.

He withdrew his sword, deflected the enemy’s two-handed sword, and fiercely kicked the enemy in the chest. The Iron Can Soldier was kicked away by him.

This kick further convinced Luther that the enemy did not have strength above Level 8. In that case, his kick should at least cause internal bleeding, right?

But it didn’t. The Heavy Armored Soldier got up as if nothing had happened and, without changing his previous maneuver, ran towards him, exactly the same as when they had been charging forward before.

Luther, a primary level Sword Saint, was unable to take down the enemy in one move, let alone the others. They felt as if they had collided with an iron-clad war chariot.

The Heavy Armored Soldiers swung their two-handed swords and struck slantingly or horizontally, using just these two moves. Their combat skills were not sophisticated and were rough. They fought recklessly, completely disregarding the attacks that struck their bodies.

But those who stood in front of them were either chopped into flight, cleaved in two or knocked down and trampled into the mud.

Just like iron-clad war chariots, other than the one blocked by Luther, the remaining nineteen Heavy Armored Soldiers tore a bloody path in thousands of Ice City soldiers, just like nineteen war chariots.

Leonardo, on horseback, was in high spirits. He unsheathed his longsword and pointed to the far end, “I have arrived! Flatten this world, my warriors!”

At the end of his sword pointed, a skeleton was applying the Holy Light to another skeleton.

There’s still another chapter to go. I’m trying hard to update before dawn..

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