I Aggressively Stack Steel of the Heart in the Knight Order

Lundnia World.

The orbital port, Kosai.

Artillery fire and bullets wove a web of death across the magnificent port defenses.

Over one hundred thousand private soldiers of the Judgment Court were scattered throughout every corner of Kosai Port, fighting with all their might to delay the enemy’s takeover.

If the port fell, the enemy could use it to deploy troops to the surface on a massive scale.

Even knowing they had no chance of winning the battle for Kosai Port, these private soldiers of the Judgment Court still unleashed astonishing combat prowess, fighting to the death without retreat.

”Fire! Fire! Kosai Port must not fall to the Desecrators—”

The mid-level port defense sector.

An officer shouted to boost morale as he fired his weapon.

Unfortunately, even rounds large enough to easily shred a Mortal’s body could do no more than scrape the paint and leave shallow dents upon striking the enemy’s blood-red Anti-Magic Steel Armor.

The officer frantically pulled the trigger, watching as an enemy Imperial Knight, Broadsword in hand, smashed through the defensive line as if it were nothing and charged straight for him.

In the next moment, his unfinished shout died in his throat. A plain, unadorned Dragon-Hunting Spear pierced his chest, sending blood flying!

As the officer’s corpse hit the ground, his eyes wide in death, two more Imperial Knights in the same blood-red Anti-Magic Steel Armor charged through the breach. Though the defending soldiers fought with all their might, the chasm in power was too great to be overcome with their standard-issue firearms.

In just one minute, the deep defense line, manned by a hundred soldiers, was brutally massacred. There were no survivors.

The last surviving soldier, clinging to his final breath, lay on his back in a pool of blood. The once-dense roar of gunfire had faded to sporadic pops.

He heard the heavy clang of Steel Boots on the ground.

A squad of Imperial Knights, like harbingers of death, strode past him, clearing the path as they crossed the corpse-strewn battlefield.

The last thing the private soldier of the Judgment Court saw before he died was an Imperial Knight completely encased in ornate Power Armor, a terrifying Black War Axe slung across his back.

At that moment, he recalled a joke his comrades had made when they received their orders before the war broke out: ’The monsters from Verne are about to land at Kosai Port...’

Then, his consciousness faded completely into darkness.

Meanwhile, Fedor, leader of the Red Flame Son, walked to Reinhardt’s left, continuously reporting on the progress of the various fronts in the battle for Kosai Port.

”...The stubborn elements in the lower port have been cleared out. We’ve lost about a thousand members of the Navy Boarding Team. Three of the Red Flame Son were wounded, but not seriously.

In ten minutes, at most, we’ll have taken Sector 163. Above that is the top-level port.

Intel shows the Lundnian defenders have planted a large number of explosives there. If we send in the Red Flame Son for a direct assault, the defenders might get desperate and detonate them.

If Kosai Port’s main structure is damaged, we’ll be forced to abandon it.”

To Reinhardt’s right walked Urus, the Commander of Vengeful. Behind him followed three elites seconded from the Silencer Battle Group.

After hearing Fedor’s report, Reinhardt immediately gave his orders.

”Contact Koller. Tell him to get to the Orbital Port at once. We need his power to confirm the detailed layout of the explosives on the top level.”

Reinhardt stepped over a corpse, his Power Boots landing in a pool of blood and becoming stained dark red.

”Urus, you will liaise with Koller. Once you have the explosives layout, I’m giving the mission to assault the top-level port to you and the Silencers. Remember, the core of this mission is ensuring the port’s main structure does not suffer serious damage.”

”Understood.”

As they spoke, Reinhardt’s group, moving with a brisk and powerful stride, passed through a steel gate meant for heavy machinery. The temporary forward command post for the Third Fleet’s boarding teams was set up in this warehouse, long since emptied by the Judgment Court.

Upon seeing Reinhardt, the commanding officer of the boarding team immediately dropped the tactical map in his hands. He and his two Adjutants strode over, snapped to attention, and saluted by placing a clenched right fist over their chests. ”Sir! Gregory, team leader of the Third Fleet ’Wild Dogs’ Boarding Team, reporting!”

This Imperial Navy officer—dressed in a dark blue uniform, with neat black hair and a large burn scar on his left cheek—was not only well-equipped, but also showed faint signs of coalescing ’Power’ within him.

In other words, any soldier qualified to join a Navy Boarding Team was either elite or a stone-cold killer.

Gregory’s clearance only allowed him to know that he and his brothers in the boarding team were to assist an Imperial Knight Battle Group in seizing control of Kosai Port. As for the name and origin of this specific Knight Battle Group, they knew nothing.

Among Mortals, the one-point-nine-meter-tall Gregory was the very definition of an imposing specimen of the Empire.

But at this moment, standing face-to-face with Reinhardt, Gregory’s frame seemed as ’short and scrawny’ as a half-grown teenager’s.

Because this was his first time working up close with Imperial Knights, the team leader’s excitement was palpable.

Moreover, his intuition told him that the three figures standing before him were no ordinary Imperial Knights.

They were very likely the leaders of the Knight Battle Group he was assigned to assist.

Having received his orders, Urus contacted Koller via the command system’s Spiritual Energy comms to discuss how to handle the top-level port. Fedor, meanwhile, said in a cold voice, ”Report the status of the top-level port.”