Chapter 695 07.694: “Knight Bayar”

The temperature of the air seemed to drop suddenly.

A tingling sensation like spider sense came over him, and Horatio subconsciously looked at the slightly trembling iron hand. The hand seemed to be warning him after sensing danger.

It’s psionic energy… This mist is created by the secret magic of the Cult of Tzeentch.

Horatio’s brows knitted unconsciously, and a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the advent of the dark vision allowed him to find a trace of peace and opportunity in this chaotic situation.

Activation: Omen Fragment

『Status: Active』

『Energy: 9→8/11』

『Psychic Power: 9→8/9』

“Corruption: 0 → 1/9”

The moment the omen fragment was activated, Horatio felt his mind churning, as if he was trapped in a chaotic nightmare.

The information in the dream was disorganized. The words, whispers and passing images conflicted, overlapped and flickered with each other, like an unsolvable tangled thread, which made his thinking fall into chaos.

“Damn, what’s going on?” As a huge amount of information poured into his brain, he suddenly felt dizzy and his body began to shake slightly.

Staff Officer Clausewitz noticed something was wrong with the regiment commander and immediately stepped forward and held his arm firmly.

“What’s wrong, Captain? You don’t look well. Perhaps I should check your breathing apparatus. Breathing phosgene is not a good thing.”

Horatio did not respond, still keeping his eyes closed, immersed in the dark vision.

At this moment, three different scenes kept flashing before his eyes. The fragments were inconsistent, making it difficult for him to judge which scene was the real omen.

Just as he was trying to distinguish it, a huge and blurry shadow gradually emerged from the mist of the first fragment.

The dark shadow was so huge, like a moving mountain, emitting a terrifying aura.

Suddenly, this huge dark shadow stepped out from the second omen fragment, and its speed was so fast that people were caught off guard.

Horatio reacted extremely quickly, and his consciousness instantly lunged out, but it was too late.

The huge metal foot went straight through his body without causing any real harm to him, which made his tense heart relax.

However, after passing through his body, the big foot heavily crushed the third omen fragment that had not yet fully revealed the final picture.

As the fragments shattered, an extremely strange laugh suddenly rang out in the dark vision. The laugh was sharp and piercing, as if it came from the depths of hell, yet it seemed to be right behind the ears, making people feel creepy.

If I saw it right, this is some kind of Tzeentchian magic… that attacked my Omen Fragment? ! !

Horatio was shocked, and his pupils trembled violently after he opened his eyes.

This was the first time he was attacked by the Man of Omen in his dark vision since he came to this world.

Although this strange secret method could not directly affect him, it interfered with the normal functioning of his predictive ability.

“Staff Officer! Military-level encrypted communications!!!” Faced with danger, Horatio reacted immediately and shouted to the person beside him.

The staff officer acted quickly, turned around and picked up the wired walkie-talkie from behind a communications soldier.

The cable was dragged all the way from the position of the 1313th Infantry Regiment to this place, following the signalmen who crawled through the tunnel.

Then, the staff officer quickly entered a string of codes into the instrument behind the soldier, his fingers moving rapidly on the keys.

In the command post of the 1313th Infantry Regiment, after seeing the code, the signalman immediately pulled out a copper piece similar to a 3.5 headphone cable from the machine in front of him and inserted it accurately into another pipe. The indicator light above the pipe also changed from the original red to a faint green.

As the signalmen in the relay stations spread over a dozen kilometers in depth quickly repeated the same operation, five minutes later, Horatio’s communication was successfully relayed from the front line to the 15th Siege Army Command.

“This is the 15th Siege Army Headquarters, I’m Blücher.” An emotionless, cold and rigid voice came from the other end of the phone.

“I am Captain Horatio Cochrane of the Imperial Navy, and I am currently located in the enemy’s position on the Ypres Line.

According to the current battlefield situation, I request support from the Imperial Knights!” Horatio stated his request succinctly.

“…” There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and then the man said, “Got it, please wait.”

The call was then transferred to another line.

In front of a moving mecha throne, a portrait video and a sound source signal popped up. The knight wearing simple and gorgeous plate armor raised his eyebrows, scanned the communication information and chose to connect.

“Before you is the ‘blameless’ Baron Bayar, Bayar Liaret, the captain of the Freeblade ‘Freedom’s Decree’.”

A middle-aged man’s voice came from the sound array that Horatio put close to his ear. It was in pure High Gothic, with a noble and elegant tone, yet majestic. “So, why would the captain of the Imperial Navy connect the communication to the Knights’ Spear?”

The roar of mechanical parts could be heard in the background, and blue fluorescence was printed on the bow-shaped armed helmet of the knight pilot.

(A common style of armor for Imperial Knights, with a nerve plug at the back like Imperial Navy officers. This armor is called a bow helmet)

“It is an honor to meet you, Baron, but time does not permit us to exchange pleasantries for long.”

Bursts of gunfire continued to come into Horatio’s communications.

“I am Horatio Cochrane, Lord of the Empire and Captain of the Imperial Navy. I have come here under a special order from the Navy to study the art of land warfare.”

Horatio responded in equally fluent High Gothic, with perfect pronunciation and even intonation.

The fact that these two people could communicate so fluently in High Gothic already surpassed 99.999% of the nobles in the entire empire.

Horatio heard from his colleagues that when an Imperial knight in a knight mech spoke to you in High Gothic, it was best to respond in the same fluent High Gothic. Otherwise, in their eyes, it would be like a true court knight encountering a vulgar, pretentious landlord and squire. Under such a biased class scrutiny, the latter would naturally find it difficult to gain respect.

Especially after obtaining a title granted by the Ministry of the Interior, the robed heralds of the Ministry of the Interior will advise the person being promoted to the title to learn High Gothic at all costs, otherwise there will be little chance of advancement in the aristocratic system.

“I have heard of your deeds, the brave and fearless Imperial knight, the genius who made great achievements with small efforts, the incomparably noble Knight of Ultramar.

Humph, with the Ministry of the Interior’s overwhelming publicity, it’s hard not to know about your deeds.

Well, I noticed that your title also includes the word ‘Chevalier’.

But, you mean, the Imperial Navy is studying land warfare?” Knight Bayar’s tone revealed a hint of laughter, as if he had heard a new joke.

But after discovering that Horatio could speak fluently in High Gothic, he still maintained his respect for the high standards and made jokes in a graceful manner.

“If I have time after this question, I will answer you, Sir Bayard. But now the military situation is urgent, and the Ypres area where I am located requests reinforcement from your gun formation.” Horatio went straight to the point. At the moment, he had no intention of chatting and was only concerned about the situation on the battlefield.

“I beg your pardon, sir.”

Bayar, wearing knight armor, operated the mecha, put away his usual humor as an imperial knight, and said seriously, “We are few in number, and we need to be wary of any possible attack from the traitors. Although I also want to help you in the name of knight, my duty is to take precautions. Our enemies like to use some despicable tricks.”

“There’s a thick fog rising over the Ypres position, knight.

I think after your bizarre experience with the 1118th Regiment, you are probably familiar with what is likely to happen next.” Horatio tried to convince the other party, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.

“That is true, Sir Cochrane, but the problem is, …”

Knight Bayard’s eyepiece scanned several telegrams sent from the front line on the holographic display, and his tone was solemn:
“That damn fog is floating across the front lines of the entire Central Hive Cluster.”

(End of this chapter)