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Chapter 101 Violent Armor Break
Chapter 101 Violent Armor Break
Boom—
The holy hammer and the golden greatsword collided violently, and Simon staggered back several steps before barely managing to deflect the powerful impact.
A hoarse roar came again from beneath the helmet of the armor: "Get out of my way! You are not my target. His Majesty certainly does not want me to kill a candidate for godhood."
"Hmph, Venerable One?" Simon's cold expression softened slightly, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "Karl is nothing but a glib-tongued liar, and you actually call him Venerable One?"
"Damn it! You mustn't insult His Holiness!" The fanatic narrowed his eyes behind the peephole, clearly displeased by Simon's offensive words.
"That's true. After all, he twisted your faith with just a few words. Is your faith that cheap?" Simon gripped the holy hammer and continued to mock. "No wonder you call him the Venerable One. He needs a bunch of fools to highlight the brilliance of his deception."
"Go to hell!"
Enrage drove him to madness. His tall frame raised his heavy sword and brought it down with terrifying force, determined to cleave him in two from head to toe!
The airflow from the falling blade swept over his clothes. Simon did not dodge. He knew that the blade was fast. If he dodged immediately, the fanatic would twist the hilt and slash down diagonally. So he chose to stand still and wait for his chance.
With a powerful, heavy slash, he was about to shatter his skull, but at the critical moment, he seized the precious opportunity!
He suddenly took a step back, dodging the fatal blow. The blade almost grazed his nose and hair as it cleaved down. The next moment, the heavy sword crashed down and slammed deep into the soil.
Simon stomped hard on the spine of the sword, then leaped forward, grabbed the heavy hammer, gathered all his strength, and swung it upwards!
Boom—
A heavy thud erupted from beneath the helmet as the holy hammer, inscribed with the Iron Emperor's commandments, slammed heavily into the fanatic's chin—a punishment from the Iron Emperor!
The helmet was clearly deformed! The fanatic's body arched violently backward, but thanks to the hydraulic rods under his metal boots, he ultimately did not fall.
The rider of this armor was also a battle-hardened warrior. He noticed Simon's pursuit and, at the most dangerous moment, did not choose to dodge or retreat, but instead immediately wielded his heavy sword.
The holy hammer and the greatsword collided head-on, and the heavier greatsword ultimately prevailed! Simon felt a sudden jolt in his hand, the skin on his hand abruptly tearing open, warm blood spraying onto the hammer handle, accompanied by a stinging numbness, followed by intense pain exploding in his palm.
He endured the intense pain and gripped the holy hammer tightly, barely managing to keep it from falling to the ground.
"Simon!" the nun shouted.
"I'm fine!" Simon waved her away, telling her not to come any closer.
The hammer handle was sticky with blood and difficult to hold. Simon calmly distanced himself from the armored man and quickly wiped the handle clean with his robe.
The bleeding slowed down, and the hand gradually recovered under the blessing.
He misjudged the enemy's combat experience. After all, he was facing an Imperial warrior who had participated in the Great Expedition and would not lose his mind in a fit of anger.
He silently adjusted his tactics. To defeat the steam-armored warrior in front of him, he absolutely could not confront him head-on again. He would always be the one to suffer in a head-on confrontation. He had to fight the enemy first, just like when the Holy Hammer struck the enemy's chin. He had to engage the enemy in close combat first, wait for the enemy to show a weakness, and then defeat him with the Holy Hammer.
"This is my last warning to you: get out of my way! I'll spare your life!"
The heat dissipation vents on the back spewed out massive amounts of steam, and the armor's pilot also adjusted the armor's operating power, deciding to unleash his full potential!
The greatsword was raised high above his head once more, and the fanatic took a heavy step forward. All the mechanical joints operated smoothly, and the fuel tank erupted with terrifying energy! The greatsword slashed down with the force to cut through everything! Facing the ordinary person before him, he went all out without regard for anything else!
Speed and power were both at their peak! Even Simon, with his lightning-fast reflexes, only had time to take one step back.
A sharp golden light flashed past, and an excruciating pain, almost causing him to faint, suddenly exploded in his chest as the heavy sword slashed a hideous wound across his chest!
Oops!
At the critical moment of life and death, he stretched out his palm and tightly covered the wound on his chest, then clumsily rolled away from the enemy's attack range at the crucial moment.
Crimson blood dripped to the ground and onto the petals, staining all the flowers red.
The wound was bleeding continuously, and he felt his body getting colder. The loss of blood would cause problems with his bodily functions, his reaction speed would slow down significantly, and he would not be able to control his limbs as easily as before. Now he had to make his choice.
Should we continue fighting?
In the blurry vision, the nun wielding a harpoon rushed forward and fiercely fought with the fanatics who were chasing after her. The golden greatsword slashed down again, forcing the nun to use the harpoon to block. After barely managing to block the sword, she was sent flying by a heavy punch from the armored soldier.
Faced with the all-out efforts of the steam-powered armor, humanity's strength is utterly inadequate.
A new question arose in my mind: why were the fanatics' attacks so one-dimensional, using only slashes and hacks instead of sweeping or other moves to deal with them?
The answer was his helmet; the helmet, smashed and deformed, prevented him from turning his head.
There's still a chance! Simon kept reminding himself, forcing himself to squeeze out all the power from his body.
The pain gradually subsided, and adrenaline was surging wildly as he gripped the holy hammer tightly with both hands.
He heard the continuous, stirring sound of war drums, which came from the steady heartbeat in his chest!
He leaped forward, returning to the center of the battlefield.
Boom—
The armor's vital joints below the waist were suddenly struck with a severe blow! The enemy instinctively tried to turn his head, but quickly realized the problem with his helmet. The deformed helmet prevented him from turning his head flexibly, and his right side, which was also Simon's left side, had a fatal flaw.
The wound on his chest was still bleeding, and he felt his life slipping away. His whole body grew colder and more numb, as if he had fallen into an icy river.
We must finish this quickly!
Simon roared and slammed another heavy hammer into the blind spot of the armor. The enemy frantically swung his greatsword, but his chaotic attacks couldn't hit him at all. His overworked heart provided even stronger support, and he nimbly dodged, then swung his hammer again with great force!
After three powerful hammer blows, the leg joints showed obvious abnormalities, the hydraulic rods felt noticeably blocked when moving up and down, and the right leg could not move freely.
The fourth hammer slammed into the enemy's waist, the shockwave penetrating his armor and violently striking his body. The fanatic launched another frenzied attack, wildly sweeping and slashing with his greatsword, all in an attempt to kill the guy who was constantly causing trouble in his blind spot, but unfortunately, he couldn't do it.
The fifth blow, the sixth blow, the seventh blow!
With his right leg severely damaged and his waist badly injured, Simon's left foot was firmly planted on the ground. His body suddenly spun around, and the terrifying momentum carried by the heavy holy hammer slammed into the armor's shoulder. This blow really hit the enemy hard, making his sword swings incredibly slow.
Much of the blood from his chest splattered onto the heavy hammer, staining its silvery surface. Simon charged forward again, swinging the holy hammer toward the enemy's head.
With little energy left and too much blood lost, I'll use this last hammer blow to decide the outcome!