Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

After jumping off the boat with Halsan, Rhodes landed on the Bell Tower, patted the side of the clock which was corroded by time and snow. The spire of this clock tower had disappeared, and what was originally hanging on the beams was now lying on the platform. Fortunately, considering potential accidents, this platform was made of ironwood planks, so the two still had a footing.

"Time is the most equitable thing in this world." Halsan caught the ammunition bag thrown down and then placed it under the ruins.

"Our little Mage actually wants to follow my cousin’s lead, I really admire his courage." Rhodes took out a gun from his bag on his back, leaned it against the wall, and together with Halsan, took out the white camouflage capes, the mixed white and gray cape providing effective concealment.

Then they laid out the same camouflage fabric on the floor, in a season where the snow hadn’t yet melted, this could at least prevent snow from melting underneath them, and if something was looking down from the sky, it would also provide better concealment, also blocking infrared sight.

All these were equipment named for snipers, which average soldiers would never be issued, making Rhodes realize, war truly is a game of money, where everyone needs to spend money to arm themselves, the army like an investor, and soldiers like workers, only those with enough skills and potential could get investment.

Sir Malin was a typical investor, as Sir Antoine said, he armed every soldier in order to allow them to kill more Chaos creatures.

Of course, Sir Malin was different from those investors in Copenhagen, compared to these man-eating demons, Malin was like a Deity. The filthy former only knew how to harvest souls of their own kind, while Malin would only hand the scythe to his own kind, letting them harvest the souls of Chaos.

Rhodes, before you die, you still need to kill a lot of Chaos to repay His grace. Although the elders of Waldin Town made mistakes, the townspeople till now still come to see them; this made Rhodes have a deeper understanding of what Antoine said about distinguishing who is friend and who is foe.

Pulling back the bolt, loading the bullet, Halsan had already raised his telescope. Under their watch, the airship put down the remaining passengers on the broken walls of the south.

"Sudel, are you hearing this?" Halsan, who had set up the radio relay tower, began calling a friend.

This was purely an engineering miracle, without needing an Arcane Crystal, nor a Mage to operate, mortals could use it on the battlefield to communicate across distances over a kilometer, and it was even miniaturized, truly a genius design, it was heard that before the great destruction, the Eastern Human World and the Western Human World could even communicate across continents.