Chapter 696 07.695: “Undercurrent Surges to Ypres”

“What?” Horatio’s heart sank when he heard that, and the expression on his face suddenly became solemn.

“Yes, you heard it right. According to reports from other detachments, the entire front line of the central hive group is filled with that damn fog.”

Knight Bayar’s voice came out of the communicator, with a bit of worry, “It is precisely because the entire front line is shrouded in fog that we are now dispersed and on high alert for possible surprise attacks by the enemy.”

At this time, the knight mecha “Incorruptible” he was driving was majestically leading four servant mechas and cruising slowly along the battle line.

The tall mecha moved through the mist lingering around its legs. Every step it took caused a slight vibration, and the mist surged along with it.

Under the close protection of the servant mecha, the knight mecha was cautiously guarding its surroundings, and its metal shell was shining with a cold luster in the dim light.

“Listen to me, Your Excellency the Baron. Our front line is the area most likely to be attacked by the Fallen Knights.” Horatio said with a firm tone, his brows furrowed, his eyes revealing unquestionable confidence.

“Why are you so sure, sir?” Knight Bayar was very curious about this certainty and couldn’t help but ask. He leaned forward slightly and stared at the screen of the communicator, as if he could find the answer there.

“…” Horatio was speechless for a moment. He certainly couldn’t say, ‘I have the ability of the omen fragments brought by the mysterious prosthesis. Just now, a knight’s big foot stretched out from it and crushed my third omen fragment, so my position will definitely be attacked. You guys come to support me as soon as possible!’

He was thinking quickly of an excuse that was logically sound and convincing enough to convince the other party.

“Because we are about to break through their battle positions and are piercing the heart of the enemy. We are their most deadly threat.” Horatio said as he nervously observed the battlefield through a bird’s-eye view, trying to find a reasonable reason for his judgment.

On the battlefield, fog has spread everywhere, visibility is extremely low, and everything is shrouded in haze.

Under the cover of fog, Louise and Farida led the grenadiers in a charge towards the central trench.

They are agile and as sharp as a blade, quickly penetrating the enemy’s defense line.

The grenadiers following their superiors used grenades and shortened “light logging submachine guns” to efficiently and quickly clear out the enemies in the trenches.

Amid the fierce exchange of fire, the enemy’s screams and the roar of weapons were intertwined.

After successfully seizing the firing point, they were now covering each other’s blind spots, carefully holding their pistols and advancing cautiously behind enemy lines in the trenches with extremely poor visibility.

The surrounding fog made their figures looming, and every step was full of unknown dangers.

Horatio maintained the communication in a steady and firm voice, and used the high amount of information provided by the bird’s-eye view to help them mark out the threats that the “authorities” could not see as much as possible.

His eyes were focused as he stared at the battlefield dynamics on the screen, and his fingers moved quickly on the console, accurately marking potential danger areas.

“And judging from the previous battle, the enemy is trying desperately to break through our defenses at Passchendaele-Ypres. You should remember the heavy losses suffered by the 1118th Infantry Regiment in their positions.”

Horatio continued, his tone heavy, “Now, the fog before us is getting thicker, and I am sure that this fog is not a natural phenomenon.

I can clearly feel the evil and unclean atmosphere emanating from it.”

He wrinkled his nose slightly, as if he could really smell the evil smell.

“If you need verification, I happen to have a small team of battle sisters with me.”

Horatio looked at Sister Arabella, who was wearing heavy power armor, and was struggling to climb out of the tunnel.

Sister Arabella was breathing heavily, but her face was full of fighting spirit. She reached out and wiped the dirt off the shrine box on the power backpack behind her.

With the weight and size of their armor, it was too difficult to pass through the tunnel under the no-man’s land. At this time, the two red eyes on the silver helmet flashed with warning light, warning Sister Arabella of the surrounding anomalies in the form of data streams.

In this environment full of spiritual energy fluctuations, the shrine exudes a faint light, which is the proof of the power of the Emperor of God in its tenacious fight against the surrounding evil spirits. The light flickers in the mist but never goes out.

“In the name of Saint Arabella, I can confirm that this is a supernatural phenomenon influenced by psychic energy. However, the specific cause of the fog still needs further investigation.” The nun said in a low and vigilant voice through the sound array rosary around her neck.

Upon hearing this, Knight Bayard cast his gaze towards General Blücher who was quietly watching him on the holographic channel.

The Krieg man had a calm expression and nodded slowly.

Seeing this, the knight sighed helplessly and made up his mind.

“Since you are also a ‘knight’, sir.”

Knight Bayar stood up from his knight command throne and replied with a knight’s unique sense of mission, “I will command my spear team to march to the position you are fighting for, but it will take some time.”

“How long will it take?” Horatio asked anxiously, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and there was a hint of anxiety in his tone.

“I am the fastest member of the Spear Team, and judging by the current situation, it will take at least 90 minutes to reach you.

Because of this damn thick fog, the visibility on the front line is poor, which has greatly hindered the advance of the spear team. “

“Got it. I’ll have my people prepare first. I also hope that you can arrive as soon as possible and don’t let the situation deteriorate to an irreversible point.”

“In the name of the Knights, the ‘Freedom Edict’ must arrive within 90 minutes!”

Knight Bayar’s voice was filled with a desire for battle. “I hope it’s true as you said. I can find those damn traitors where you are! I will chop off their heads with my own hands!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the “Infallible” blew a sharp whistle, turned with her servants, and accelerated towards the Ypres position.

This Templar Knight broke through the thick fog like an angry beast, and the giant chainsaw sword on its left arm let out a creepy roar, and the sound seemed to tear the air apart.

Every step he took made the earth tremble and the surrounding fog was violently stirred.

Four waist-high knight attendant mechas formed a four-corner escort formation and followed closely beside the knight.

They carefully ensured the knight’s safety, while quickly searching the surroundings, covering the knight’s progress in this dangerous battlefield.

Horatio looked up at the blue sky, and the fog began to grow thicker.

He bit his lip, estimating how long it would take him to break through the defense line in this fog.

But this blue mist does not only benefit traitors.

Under the cover of blue fog, the third echelon of infantry attacking jumped into the first combat trench with only a few casualties.

At this point, the enemy’s first combat trench in the Ypres area was completely cleared. After a brief assembly, they moved along the communication trench towards Horatio, waiting for the next attack instructions from the regimental commander.

Horatio could sense an undercurrent, like a released poison gas, coming toward the Ypres position from all directions.

(End of this chapter)