Nora charged forward with Gwen.
Her loudspeakers played passages from the Holy Scripture, just like the Burier seniors who had once charged while roaring prayers.
She no longer held a Flail in her hands, so she could not smash doctrine into the enemy's skulls.
Fortunately, she had personally consecrated her shells. Perhaps in the future, she would even engrave doctrine onto the casings. The effect should be just as good.
And making enemies explode to the words of the Holy Scripture looked more sacred than cracking their heads open.
"Clad in armor, steel within and without."
This was a pre-battle prayer of the Temple. Nora liked it very much, and reciting it now felt even more fitting.
She had a new Flail, new armor, and the one charging beside her was still an old friend. What could make her happier than that?
Nora's exhilaration, rage, repression, and pain were all hurled out fiercely with every shell.
Now she was a warrior again. On the battlefield, all she needed to do was fight.
Their charge stunned the entire battlefield. Before the Holy See could understand what had happened, the soldiers of the Duchy of Tis had already burst into cheers.
The commanders on this side reacted quickly. They immediately shouted, driving the soldiers out from their cover to charge alongside the artillery.
The self-propelled guns Nora and Gwen drove were far less heavily armored than Steam Tanks. Their main strengths were firepower and mobility; on the battlefield, they could hardly stand alone like tanks.
But the enemy did not know that.
Riding the momentum of having just destroyed two Steam Tanks, they charged directly ahead. If the soldiers could keep up, they might very well scatter the enemy in a single wave.
Once one side's battle line suffered a large-scale rout,