Chapter 93 The Steel Phalanx
A seasoned mercenary vaulted over the runic steel parapet with his coated short sword raised for a lethal strike. The assassin possessed the mass agility blessing of an ancient god and expected to land among a terrified peasant militia. He targeted the throat of a young guardsman standing near the artillery battery.
The guardsman did not flinch or retreat. He raised his heavy dark shield to intercept the attack with flawless mechanical precision.
The coated iron blade struck the pristine metal of the Ashguard shield. The impact produced a sharp c***k that echoed over the roaring steam pipes. The system bought sword chipped violently upon contact with the hand folded carbon lattice. The mercenary stared at his ruined weapon in absolute shock.
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