Chapter 713 07.712: “Fight…Fight the Horse Girl?”

The uninhabited land that had been carpet-bombed by plasma bombs became dry and brittle as time passed. The vitality had been drained from every inch of soil, and it would crumble into powder with a slight step.

The deadly phosgene is decomposed by the high temperature flames and then quickly diluted by the strong air convection generated by the high temperature.

Instead, there was a strong smell of burning, like a thick layer of haze, which heavily suppressed the disgusting stench of corpse.

Horatio walked steadily to the side of the deep pit, and the ground under his feet made a slight cracking sound.

He stared quietly at the wreckage of the Credence Traitor Knight collapsed in the crater. The twisted and deformed mecha looked like a giant beast that died of exhaustion in battle.

The Krieg infantrymen were busy around the wreckage, their demolition tools making sharp sounds as they struggled to pry open the top hatch of the fallen knight.

The brave grenadier sergeant bent over carefully and slowly reached into the cabin. After a while, he laboriously pulled out a charred corpse from the burnt propagation cabin. The corpse exuded a pungent smell and the armor had been baked blue by the high temperature.

“Athor von Creedence.” The baroness walked straight to Horatio’s side, her eyes fell on the corpse, and she called out the traitor’s name in a firm tone.

The baroness, who was wearing a full set of plate armor, took off her helmet from her head with swift movements, and her beautiful brown hair instantly fell like a waterfall.

But Horatio’s eyes were not attracted by the lush hair, but by the pair of long ears that stood up like horse ears.

[Subhuman?] Horatio couldn’t help but think of this.

But he was not sure. After all, the Empire’s classification of sub-humans was extremely rigid and strange. Sometimes, those who should be judged as sub-humans based on intuition were defined as standard humans by the Ministry of the Interior; and those who looked like standard humans were defined as sub-humans instead.

Then, the baroness turned her gaze to the shirtless Horatio, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She looked up and down at his strong muscles, and said with a teasing tone: “I didn’t expect that the lord in the legend would be so tall. You are much stronger than the one in the Ministry of Internal Affairs newspaper. You are completely different.

Perhaps the only thing they have in common is that they are both young.”

“You are joking, Baroness.”

Horatio forced out a smile with a hint of embarrassment. In fact, he himself had just realized that he seemed to have undergone a sudden change and his height had suddenly jumped to 2 meters.

Even in the 40K universe, this is a very impressive height, only slightly lower than that of the Astartes, but still within the normal physiological limits of humans.

He thought to himself, a 40K human being, at 21 years old, can he still say that he is growing?

The soldiers dragged the charred body to Horatio’s feet and saluted him in unison.

Staff Officer Clausewitz stepped forward quickly, holding a brand new coat in his hand, and gently put it on the naval commander who bravely seized the squire’s mecha to fight the knight.

This battle gave him a new understanding of mortal courage. At this moment, he understood why this young man in front of him could be so highly valued by the Ministry of the Interior and the Imperial Navy.

This is not just because he is the only living heir of Spyr. His courage and strength are enough to make him a role model for mortals because he has made the impossible possible.

Horatio looked at the corpse in front of him and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He took a step forward, raised his foot, and kicked the helmet of the corpse hard. With a “clang”, the helmet fell off and rolled to the side.

When everyone looked closely, they found that there was no burnt human head under the helmet as expected.

Except for a wisp of fine sand dripping down from the gap in the armor, it was so empty that it seemed as if nothing existed at all, giving it a completely eerie appearance of a “headless knight”.

“This is…” Baroness Aubrey was stunned for a moment, her eyes full of confusion, “Did they burn the heretic’s body directly into ashes? There are only ashes left in this armor? Your Imperial Navy’s plasma bombs are so powerful?” “I’m afraid not, Baroness.” Horatio frowned, slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand to pinch a handful of ashes from the armor, and then gently loosened his fingers. In front of his eyes, the ashes slowly dissipated like dandelions in the breeze blowing across the battlefield.

“I’m afraid this suit of armor was originally an urn filled with ashes.” He stood up and cast his eyes toward the central hive group in the distance. The Imperial Navy Air Force was chasing the retreating enemy in the sky, bombs and laser cannons were raining down on the traffic lines, and flames and explosions were heard one after another.

“The traitor Creedence is now nothing more than a puppet created by the evil magic of the cult. Perhaps after he agreed to the temptation of the evil god, he was transformed into soulless ashes.” Horatio expressed his views on the common fate of Tzeentch’s cultists.

“Humph, it’s your own fault.”

Boom! Another knight mech came from the side with heavy steps, and four attendant mechs, two on each side, marched neatly side by side.

Horatio looked up at the High Gothic inscription on the mech, which read “Beyond Blame”.

The emblem banner under the mecha’s crotch has the same elements as the Pure-Blood Heart.

According to the knowledge of heraldry, usually two married families will join their respective coats of arms together with a cross or a half division.

Swish! The top hatch of the Knight Mech opened, and a man wearing Renaissance-style etched armor walked out.

He took off his bow helmet gracefully, revealing the face of a man in his thirties with a neatly trimmed beard on his chin and clean-shaven elsewhere. He looked as elegant as his name.

Not surprisingly, Sir Bayard, like his wife, has a pair of long “horse ears”.

“I suppose you are Lord Horatio Cochrane,” the man asked in High Gothic, looking at Horatio.

“I am,” Horatio replied briefly.

“Oh, you look much taller and more majestic than the photos in the Ministry of the Interior’s report. As expected, those bureaucrats’ photography skills are still as bad as they were a hundred years ago. They made such a tall and majestic figure look ordinary in the photos.”

“Well, you are right, Baron, the photos they took are as featureless as ID photos.” Horatio found a way out for himself following Baron Bayar’s words.

Sure enough, my own explanation is not as effective as the other party’s imagination.

“Please forgive my breach of trust, sir.

I am deeply ashamed that I failed to support your front in a timely manner as I promised, and my reputation has been damaged as a result.”

The man bowed helplessly and said, “This evil fog has interfered with our direction. It’s like it has locked us in a parallel dimension. We can’t see any soldiers from either side of the battlefield, nor can we see where you are fighting. We can only vaguely hear the sound of artillery fire.”

“Please don’t blame yourself, Baron. We have seen it before. Thanks to the timely arrival of your wife, Baroness Ampisse, we were able to destroy the traitor’s spear team and survive.”

“My husband, you probably can’t imagine how brave Lord Cochran is when driving a mecha.”

The baroness raised her hand with respect and sincerity, introducing him, “He is more like a knight than many young knights-errant I have ever seen! He captured the enemy’s squire mecha single-handedly, and then drove the enemy’s mecha to break the enemy’s spear team’s siege on me.

What’s even more surprising is that he actually challenged this traitor to a duel in his valiant mecha! My husband, if it weren’t for Lord Cochrane’s heroic help, the wreckage lying in the crater now would not be the traitor of Creedence, but me.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Knight Spear Team was in an uproar, whispering in an unbelievable tone.

(End of this chapter)