Game Invasion: 100x Evolution, From Weak to God

"Delusional!"

As one of the church’s most fanatical and loyal knights, Meridia felt fear from the depths of her heart at the sight that had overturned everything she understood about the world.

Even so, there was no question of her courage or resolve.

She drew her sword and pointed it at the airship.

"We are followers of God! We will never submit to demons!"

Aboard the airship, the commander could not hear what Meridia was saying.

Through his binoculars, he only saw her point her sword toward the vessel while the expeditionary army continued refusing to lay down its weapons.

He said nothing more.

"Ascend."

"Yes, Commander."

The airship climbed higher and moved away from above the expeditionary army.

Meridia stared after it.

"It is leaving?"

Before she could relax, the sky erupted.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless shells rained down.

There were far too many to count.

They fell upon the expeditionary army without mercy, pounding the formation in a relentless bombardment.

Explosions rolled across the battlefield.

Fire and smoke spread in every direction.

Fragments tore through the ranks and killed soldiers by the dozens.

Boom!

Warm earth splashed across Meridia’s face.

The expeditionary army descended into chaos.

Its orderly formations shattered in an instant.

Shells exploded among the Knights of God.

The plate armor worn by the knights offered no protection at all.

Any larger fragment could pierce straight through the steel and tear apart the body beneath.

Those struck directly by shells were obliterated along with their armor.

Fragments of men, horses, and steel scattered across the ground.

The expeditionary army had no idea how to respond.

Neither did Meridia.

Born in an age of cold weapons, she had never witnessed anything like this.

Without the slightest preparation, she had been struck by firepower from another era.

Boom!

Another shell exploded nearby and hurled several knights through the air.

Meridia looked around in confusion and shouted herself hoarse above the deafening blasts.

"Find the enemy’s position!"

But no matter where they looked, there was no enemy in sight.

"Commander, we must retreat!"

A knight beside her roared.

"Retreat?"

Meridia clenched her fist.

Never before had she felt such overwhelming humiliation.

She gritted her teeth, turned her horse, and galloped toward the encampment beneath the falling shells.

She rode through the bombardment and shouted without pause.

"Retreat!"

"Find cover!"

After a time, the bombardment stopped.

The expeditionary army withdrew into the encampment and hid behind whatever cover it could find.

No one dared raise their head.

Meridia stared at the field ahead.

Craters and corpses covered the ground while smoke drifted through the air.

Her arm trembled with fury.

Never in her life had she fought such a humiliating battle.

She had led the Knights of God in charges against heavy crossbows without hesitation.

Now she had been driven into hiding without even seeing the enemy.

Meridia punched a tree.

"This is an unbearable disgrace!"

After the bombardment, an army appeared in the distance and began advancing toward the encampment.

Meridia’s eyes sharpened.

These were not soldiers of the Grand Concord Dynasty.

They had to be from Newhaven.

"Assemble!"

Before long, the Knights of God formed up again.

The ordinary soldiers of the expeditionary army still looked shaken and afraid.

Their miserable state only fueled Meridia’s anger.

"Commander, this may be a trap meant to lure us out."

"So what?"

Meridia mounted her horse.

Fierce fighting spirit burned in her eyes.

"Would you rather watch them surround us and shoot us down with bows and crossbows?"

The knight beside her fell silent.

"I understand."

Under these circumstances, they had no real choice.

They did not know why the enemy, despite possessing such terrifying methods of long distance attack, had still chosen to close the distance.

But this appeared to be their best chance to fight back.

"Choosing to engage us at close range is their greatest arrogance and their greatest mistake. Glory belongs to the expeditionary army. Fight for God and destroy the heretics!"

"Knights of God, charge!"

At the mention of their god, the expeditionary soldiers recovered their courage.

It was as though the terror from moments before had vanished.

They followed behind the knights and charged toward the advancing Newhaven forces.

"For God!"

"Destroy the heretics!"

The earth thundered.

More than eight hundred surviving heavy cavalry charged without fear of death.

Their momentum seemed powerful enough to crush mountains.

A flood of steel and flesh surged forward.

The Knights of God advanced without hesitation, as though they could smash through anything in their path.

Meridia rode at the front.

Only two hundred meters separated them from the enemy.

Once, that distance would have vanished beneath a cavalry charge in the blink of an eye.

But the age had already moved forward.

Everything had changed.

Now, those two hundred meters became an abyss leading straight to death.

Soldiers of the Tenth Army rushed forward carrying machine guns.

They took favorable positions, planted the weapons on the ground, and formed a line.

"Cover the advance!"

The gunners pulled their triggers.

Rat tat tat tat tat!

The machine guns unleashed a terrifying storm of bullets.

The torrent of metal harvested lives at a horrifying speed.

It was like death itself sweeping a scythe across the battlefield.

In a single encounter, the Knights of God suffered the greatest blow in their history.

This time, it was absolute destruction.

Invisible bullets tore through the air in a relentless storm.

Armor and flesh were ripped apart with effortless ease.

Lives flickered like rows of candles in the wind.

Then the storm passed over them.

Whole ranks went dark.

Blood and flesh filled the air.

Warhorses screamed.

Knights fell one row after another.

To Meridia, time seemed to slow.

As the age cast her aside, she felt only confusion.

The screams and deaths of her companions became painfully clear.

The honor of knights meant nothing now.

A burst of bullets swept across her.

Meridia’s consciousness vanished into eternal silence.

In only a few breaths, the remaining eight hundred knights of the Knights of God were completely destroyed.

At the same time, soldiers of the Tenth Army opened fire on the expeditionary troops.

More than one thousand automatic rifles proved even more devastating than the machine guns.

When the gunfire finally stopped, corpses covered the ground.

The glory of the expeditionary army and the protection of their god had vanished.

Some survivors screamed in madness.

Others wept and roared until their faces were covered in tears and mucus.

Some had lost their minds completely.

Others were too terrified to make a sound and could only cry in silence.

Everywhere they looked, they saw the bodies of expeditionary soldiers.

The battlefield had become a living hell.

This was war.

When the expeditionary army entered these lands, it came to wage war.

Now it had become the defeated side.

Even if they regretted anything, it was not that they had started the war.

They only regretted starting a war they could not win.

War had no mercy.

Cold bullets shed no tears.

Only the living had the chance to lament its cruelty.