Abide by the rules of the Sanctum, and I can promise not to attack." Romm tried to persuade Master Kareda.
Mages had always been more mysterious and powerful than knights. Knights with brains full of muscles would not understand what rules and laws were, so they were better at using their own brute force to win.
Mages, on the other hand, were different. Under the most basic principle of leverage, they could use their own weak mana reserves to gather an Elemental Tide.
No matter how strong a knight was, he could not withstand a blow from a mage of the same level.
Their physical resistance might be high, but in the face of the elemental power of a mage, their hard bones and tough skin were no better than a piece of thin paper.
"..." Kareda did not speak, but his sullen face showed that he was not in a good mood.
He knew a little about Romm's strength before. As an official mage, Kareda was not afraid of Romm at all.
But if Romm touched the threshold of an Earth Knight, it would be different. An Earth Knight was the name of the rank above a knight.
But in many planes, intelligent creatures called it a level-two creature.
Yes, an official mage and a knight were only level-one creatures, but even so, they already stood above the masses.
To Romm, reaching the threshold of becoming an Erdritter wasn't as simple as he said it out loud.
Level-Two creatures were rare, even in the nearby countries. As a level-one mage and a low-grade alchemist, he had a wide range of friends. In more than a dozen countries, large and small, he only knew of one Earth Knight.
A level-two creature was enough to dominate the tens of millions of people in dozens of countries.
Although he had only reached the threshold of a level-two creature, Romm was confident that he could block most of Kareda's attacks.
Although an official knight could fly for a short period of time with his qi, it could not even be called flying, but gliding.
But an Earth Knight was different. A level-two creature could break free from the gravity of most planes. Although knights rarely practiced flying, as long as they were strong enough, they could rely on a huge amount of qi to support their flight.
"Although you have touched the threshold of an Earth Knight, you still can't stop me," Kareda said unconvinced as he blew his beard.
Luo Du couldn't say anything to refute. Yes, he had only touched the threshold of an earth knight. He could rely on his combat qi flight ability and the magic prop 'flying cloak' to entangle Kareda a little.
Right now, he could only be said to be a quasi-Earth Knight. He was still a hair's breadth away from becoming a true Level-2 lifeform. It couldn't block the attacks of the mages who were much more powerful than the knights.
"The Sanctum's rules: As long as a Magician has reached rank 1 or above, they are not allowed to attack in a large area among ordinary people. Do you really want to go against it? "Romm continued," Do you really not care about the punishment after the Sanctum? "
Under the gray cloak, Kareda looked back at the city of Audis under the clouds. Although the thick dark clouds blocked his view, his powerful mind power was enough to let him explore the details of the city below. "I'm already a rotten old man." Master Kareda sighed. His tone was no longer hostile to Knight Romm. He was more like an old man returning home.
"Shalor needs me to do something for her." Kareda had lived in Shalor for two hundred years. He had spent almost half of his life in this place, so he had deep feelings for Shalor.
"But there's a limit to what you can do. With me around, most of your spells will be blocked by me," said Romm. Romm said under the armor. He didn't say it in full. He could only block most of the spells.
"There are no more Knights in Shalor, unless you can promise those two that you won't make a move." Kareda glanced at De Sandro and another powerhouse from Lion standing in the most conspicuous spots of the Faustian army under the clouds.
Romm pondered for a long time and agreed, "Sure!"
After saying that, he grabbed the cloak that was suspended in mid-air with his left hand, put it on his shoulders, and flew down the clouds.
Locke, who was already nineteen years old after the new year, saw the most absurd phenomenon he had ever seen in his life. An armoured knight actually flew down from the dark clouds.
"What's that?" Locke murmured. Unfortunately, no one around could answer him.
Locke wasn't the only one who was surprised. Everyone on the battlefield who saw Romm was so surprised that their jaws dropped. If they could understand the mysterious magician from before, then this person, who was obviously a knight, gave them an even greater shock.
Casters were still very mysterious in the army, but impetus was different. Every platoon jarl would be awarded it, which allowed most soldiers to observe it from afar or up close.
At this moment, Romm's appearance ignited the hearts of many ordinary soldiers who wanted to practice impetus.
Not long after, the two powerhouses in the Faustian army seemed to have received some news. They suddenly stomped their feet on the ground, and after a loud bang, two huge circular pits were left under their feet. Their bodies flew straight up and disappeared from the battlefield.
At this moment, the battlefield fell into a brief silence.
Be it the Shalorian king and the other nobles in Audis, even the leader of the Faustian army, Kenzir, was a little confused about the situation. What kind of agreement had the royal consecrator reached with the Shalorian caster? The top powerhouses on the battlefield had all left at this time.
Not long after, a secret impetus transmission reached the prince's ears. After Romm told Kenzir about the general situation, the prince was not affected by this series of accidents. Instead, he calmly called for the herald.
"Pass down the order, all troops attack the city!" the prince shouted.
"All troops attack the city!"
"Attack the city!"
"Prepare the catapults!"
.....
A series of orders came from the prince's central tent. At this time, hundreds of thousands of Faustian troops finally opened their bloody fangs in front of Audis.
On the other side of the battlefield, Marmen also received the prince's orders at this time and called in his herald. "Order the jarl of 3rd Division to personally lead Platoon 125 to attack the west gate, Platoon 346 to attack the north gate, and the rest as reserves. Be ready to join in at any time!"
"4th Division, gather at the northwest side of Audis and prepare for the second round of attack."
"Bring up the catapults and ballistae and hold the line for 3rd Division!"
Although Marmen was not a Ritter, compared to De Sandro, his strength lay in leading troops to war. He would consider every detail of every division. This was the greatest significance of a jarl's existence on the battlefield.
The vanguard of the Faustian army outside the city had already rushed to Audis. The catapults and ballistae were pushed within range by the Faustians. Live ammunition and ballistae were loaded, and some had even been fired into the air.
The nobles on the wall saw it with their own eyes. At this time, the Shalorian king's eyes were even more lifeless. It seemed that the Shalorian guardian did not let the Faustians stop their attack.
One by one, the timid nobles ran down the wall. The attacks of the catapults and ballistae did not depend on whether the target was a noble or not. If they fell, a large number of them would end up dead. These people who stood at the peak of power had not had enough yet, and they did not want to die.
The king's attendants anxiously pulled the king away and persuaded him to leave this place and hide in a safe place. However, the Shalorian king did not take a single step at this time. "Where are the magic cannons? Bring them out and let these Faustian bandits have a taste of our power!" shouted the king angrily.
Since the war was a foregone conclusion, there was nothing to think about. The old king was prepared to teach these Faustian invaders a painful lesson at the last moment of his life.
Similar to the king, Marquis Felippe, who was standing in the crowd, did not hide down the city wall like most of the nobles. Instead, he stood in the crowd like a reef.
Most of Shalor's magic cannons were made by Felippe. Although they were nominally owned by the Shalorian military, those who understood the situation knew that the right to use the magic cannons was in Felippe's hands. What's more, Felippe was now the minister of military affairs. His execution of the army was even more direct than the king's orders.
"Bring out the magic cannons," Felippe sighed and said to the shadow behind him. It was a caster supported by his family.
The shadow didn't move, but in a flash, he spread the news. Not long after, the thick barrels of the magic cannons protruded from Shalor's walls.
The pitch-black muzzles of the cannons, which had a diameter of half a metre, revealed the silence of death.
At this time, the first wave of catapults and ballistae had arrived, especially where Lion was located in the south and east of the city. They were the most powerful and had the widest range.
A whole team of Shalorian imperial guards walked up to the top of the city and raised a giant shield that was as tall as them, forming a steel wall that covered most of the space on the tower.
In addition, Shalor's catapults and ballistae were also driven up to the top of the city. They followed closely behind the Faustian siege equipment and fired towards the Faustian army outside the city.
The caster troops, which Shalor was proud of, did not fall behind either. Dozens of people in different robes appeared at the top of the city. The elemental fluctuations caused by this group of casters were not much weaker than Kareda's.
The archers and spear-throwers also picked up their weapons and aimed at the Faustian vanguard that was getting closer and closer to them.