Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

Instead, it involves the entire body of the crab beneath its shell, starting from the point of impact.

It collapses and compresses inward in a way that defies common sense, and then in the next instant—

It exploded with a deafening roar!

Fragments of carapace, severed chelipeds, turbid bodily fluids and internal organs, as if bursting from the inside by an invisible force, shot out in all directions in a spherical shape!

All that remained was a pool of barely recognizable flesh mixed with carapace fragments, and a cracked footprint deeply embedded in the ground, left by Barton's powerful kick.

On the other side, Aurora and Rex Henk also transformed into a death whirlwind.

Aurora's figure moved so fast that it left afterimages. With each flash of her sword, she precisely targeted the sea monster's fatal weak points, such as its eye sockets, mouthparts, or gaps in its shell.

A rapier is indestructible; once it pierces through a sea monster, a gentle flick of the wrist can pulverize its brain or nerve plexus.

Karl, on the other hand, was like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex. The heavy mace felt as light as a feather in his hands, yet when he swung it, it produced a dull, thunderous sound as it cut through the air.

He did not aim to break through the armor in one blow, but rather to transmit the violent shockwave directly through the shell.

Often, with a single blow, what appears to be a broken shell of a siege crab or manatee is actually a mangled mess inside, bleeding from all seven orifices and collapsing limply.

With their full power unleashed, the knights crushed the small and medium-sized sea monsters!

On the port streets, the corpses of sea monsters piled up rapidly, and wherever the knights passed, it was like hot soup being poured on snow.

They forcefully tore open bloody blank spaces amidst the surging beast tide.

However, the "star-shaped mountain of flesh" that lies in the center of the port is the real threat.

It seemed completely unconcerned about the heavy casualties suffered by its sea monsters, its five terrifying tentacles moving, slapping, and sweeping slowly and steadily.

They leveled all buildings and obstacles in their path and continued to advance into more densely populated neighborhoods.

It emitted a low, oppressive whine from its mouthparts.

Barton took a deep breath, and the pale green aura around his body surged once more.

The energy patterns, resembling leaf veins, became clearer and even faintly glowed.

He felt the energy of the life seed within his body being rapidly depleted.

But at the same time, even stronger and more violent forces are also constantly emerging.

"Aurora! Henk! Follow me and hold them off head-on! Rex, roam and provide support to clear out the other small and medium-sized sea monsters and assist the residents in evacuating!"

Be careful to attack its eyes and the soft tissue below its mouthparts! Avoid its carpal strikes and bone spurs!

Don't rush in; just hold it back and wait for reinforcements!

Barton's orders were clearly heard by every knight.

"yes!"

Three figures enveloped in intense life energy fearlessly charged toward the giant starfish, which was comparable to a city wall!

The real battle is only just beginning.

From his high vantage point, Solo took in the superhuman strength displayed by the knights below.

The terrifying scene of Patton crushing the Ironclad Crab with his foot was especially etched into his mind.

The data provided by the analytical eye is cold and shocking:

Bone density surpassing that of advanced alloys, instantaneous burst of force exceeding 100 tons, and that's not even at full strength...

The power of "knights" in this world is exactly the same as the knight system he originally envisioned.

Moreover, it does not require the essence of exotic beasts, and the talent requirements are far lower than those for second-rate upper-class martial artists.

When a fully powered Rider is at full strength, its destructive power does indeed reach an astonishing level.

He is comparable to a seasoned second-rate master in the Xuanhuang martial arts world who excels in strength, and may even be approaching the threshold of first-rate.

Moreover, his body is extremely tough, requiring no protective aura. He is like a piece of forged steel, moving freely through enemy lines as if they were nothing.

But he didn't stop using his crossbow, calmly sniping at the small sea creatures that tried to slip away from the edge of the battlefield and pounce on the evacuating crowd.

Although the effect was not ideal, it was enough to deter them; small sea creatures seemed to have a deep aversion to approaching inland.

The forward movement was mainly accompanied by the movement of medium-sized marine mammals.

His gaze followed closely as Barton and his two companions charged toward the starfish behemoth.

The sea breeze grew increasingly salty and harsh, carrying with it the heat of fire and the scent of death.

At the heart of the port, tiny yet immensely powerful humans are about to collide with a colossal beast that is like a natural disaster.

The dock area has been completely reduced to ruins and hell by the rampaging beasts.

When Patton led three men to join the siege of the giant starfish.

Dozens of ordinary guards who were still capable of fighting immediately seized this precious gap and retreated to the second line of defense like the receding tide.

Immediately, the dense roar of muskets and the heavy, furious howl of old-fashioned cannons firing solid projectiles intertwined.

Lead bullets and iron balls traced deadly trajectories in the air, weaving a sparse yet continuous net of blazing fire.

They desperately tried to stop the small and medium-sized sea creatures that kept surging up from the shallows, buying precious time, measured in seconds, for the last group of people to evacuate from the depths of the port.

The battle on the main battlefield quickly escalated to a fever pitch.

Two of the three official knights of the Tide Merchant Guild were already deathly pale, their chests heaving violently.

The three men were breathing heavily and erratically, clearly having expended a great deal of physical and mental energy in their previous solitary battle.

Rex's eyes flashed like lightning as he swung his sword to deflect a sharp piece of rock that had been flung away by the force of the impact. The rock and the blade collided, sending sparks flying.

Without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly slid to the side and approached the merchant knight who was in the worst condition and could only barely defend himself by instinct.

"Reschedule!" He spoke rapidly, his voice clear and penetrating the battlefield's noise. "You go to the flank and clear out those small and medium-sized sea monsters that break through the fire net, assisting the residents in their final evacuation! Leave this to me!"

Patton's previous order was for him to distract and eliminate the remaining sea monsters, a prudent arrangement considering his advanced age and to avoid a direct confrontation with the giant starfish.

But Rex saw it clearly at this moment—the situation had changed, and what was needed on the front lines was a force that could provide sustained output and stabilize the battlefront.

He has to step up.

Upon hearing this, the exhausted knight's eyes flashed with a mixture of relief and determination.

He knew better than anyone that his remaining strength was barely enough to defend himself against such a behemoth, let alone pose an effective threat.

But if he turned to the flanks to deal with the smaller sea monsters, he would still have the strength to fight.

This is the most reasonable tactical deployment at present.

"Understood!" he growled hoarsely, taking advantage of the tiny opening created by Rex's fierce sword strike that forced him back with a sweeping wrist attack.

He decisively withdrew, and although his steps were unsteady, he retreated towards the musket formation as quickly as possible.

Upon reaching the relatively safe second line, he immediately braced his sword against the ground.

While greedily inhaling the air filled with the smell of gunpowder and the sea, he frantically pulled out several bottles of life-saving potions from his waist pouch and gulped them down.

The burning sensation of the inferior medicine stung my throat, but it also brought a warm current of strength.

After catching his breath, the weariness in his eyes was replaced by sharpness. With a low growl, he turned and pounced on the horde of sea monsters that broke through the barrage of bullets and roared as they charged forward.