Episode 245 Abyss Crusade – Last Stand (4)
Left Imperial Army Defense Line.
“Damn, I never thought I would see worse human-in-humane tactics than the imperial army.”
Gilles von Leonhardt clicked her tongue as she watched the waves of drones pouring in to the point of exhaustion.
Even though the artillery fires and fires continuously, no matter how much the soldiers fire, the enemies don’t seem to be decreasing at all.
The soldiers are facing an overwhelming wave of enemies right before their eyes, but Jill, who is observing the enemy lines from the high ground, is now seeing endless waves of enemies surging in real time.
“Commander, can we win this fight?”
Jill laughed at the worried question of her subordinate general.
Do they even know that?
No one here will know that.
However, this is not the first time that we have had to fight with uncertainty.
Rather, I fought without even knowing why I had to fight.
The moment when the family elders and my father opposed the idea of causing a peasant uprising in the West when the revolution broke out.
He thought it was wrong. Nevertheless, if they do not do this, there is no way for the family to survive, and I understand their motivation to protect the family at any cost.
Needless to say, the things he did while leaving his territory and living as a mercenary. There was no justice for mercenaries; money was justice. However, the chivalry he had learned throughout his life never disappeared and always made him feel uncomfortable.
Finally, the moment when I fought alongside the revolutionary army as Krafte’s spy. He agonized every moment. He ridiculed himself for taking advantage of Louis D’Aquitaine’s good intentions, and felt conflicted at every moment as he watched Lafayette fight on the front lines, taking risks more than anyone else.
After all that, I am here now.
By the personal will of none other than Empress Cecilia.
-I apologize, Your Majesty the Empress Dowager. I am a stranger from a foreign country. This position is too much for me, who has only served the empire for a few years.
-That’s right, Gilles de Lionel.
-I apologize, but God is displeased with Her Majesty the Empress Dowager’s will…
-The imperial army could not escape the influence of the corrupt lords. The reforms you and your subordinates have introduced have had some success, but their impact is still minimal.
The Empress never sent them away dreaming of romance.
-It goes without saying that the place you are going to is a dangerous place, and I know that the imperial army you reformed is also far short of the so-called strong army of the Central Continent, Krafte or the Revolutionary Army. However, I still command you to go to that limb and survive.
Most of those in this position are people without much of a foundation in the empire. Because they are lower-ranking nobles or foreign officers.
-By doing so, show that the Empire has not yet been completely defeated and that you stood shoulder to shoulder with the strongest army in the Central Continent in the great crusade against that threat. Achieve that glory and become a hero of the empire, not a stranger, and assist the emperor.
-…I will follow your orders, Her Majesty the Empress Dowager.
-I give you the castle of von Leonhardt. May the blessings of the Empire and God be with you.
The smile of the Empress Dowager, whose fine wrinkles had increased due to the weight of time, is still etched in Jill’s mind.
Jill looked at the anxious generals looking at him.
There is no certainty of victory.
But this is a battlefield that must be fought.
This is a battlefield that must be won.
Jill von Leonhard is at least certain of that fact.
How blessed is that?
“Hey guys, what are you going to do if you run away from here? Are you going to go back down to your estate in a corner of the countryside? “What can we do while being ridiculed by the pompous nobles who laughed at us?”
The officers laughed and Jill laughed too.
“At least now we are playing a wonderful role as humanity’s bulwark rather than heretics of the empire.”
Jill said confidently.
“Honestly, I’m not confident I’ll win… but it’s still worth the fight. At least you know what you’re fighting for. And if we win and return, Her Majesty the Empress will reward us generously, even if only to spoil the nobles!”
“Ha ha ha ha ha!”
The officers and generals burst into laughter, and Jill laughed too, turning her attention back to the battlefield.
There is motivation and there is a smile.
Then there is a chance of winning.
I believe so.
* * *
Right-wing Krafte Army defense line.
“Feuer!”
“Show Krafte’s overwhelming firepower!”
Under General Scharnhorst’s orders, Krafte’s batteries fire continuously, and the fire nets formed by the light infantry and Schutzen take down every drone that approaches.
The fire net defense line formed by the revolutionary army was designed from the beginning by Krafte, who boasted the most superior fire fighting skills.
The defensive line, which was more carefully designed than the revolutionary army, responded like a living, breathing fortress, intercepting all approaching enemies.
Occasionally, enemy troops armed with breech-loading rifles attacked, but when the soldiers who had brought sandbags in advance and fortified themselves leaned against them to engage, the artillery’s concentrated fire soon shattered the demons.
“Don’t back down!”
“Victory to Krafte!”
“Let us regain the glory of humanity’s greatest strength here!”
The Krafte army’s line infantry, with its overwhelming discipline, does not back down even in close combat with drones.
King Henry I of Krafte stood firmly with his sword resting on the ground and watched the chaos on the battlefield.
He is different from the Maharaja.
You can find glory in the chaos of the battlefield, but you cannot feel the melody and joy that the great king felt.
“Your Majesty, it is dangerous here. “You’re a little behind…”
Heinrich I laughed after hearing Scharnhorst’s words.
Nevertheless, at least one thing deserves to be imitated by the great king.
“Has your Majesty left the front line?”
“Oh no.”
He is different from the Maharaja. For him, war is a means, not an end.
However, even the great king stayed on the battlefield until the end and allowed death only after taking responsibility as the one who started the war.
If that’s the case, then he should also be like that.
“I will be with you until the end of the war.”
“…It’s an honor, Your Majesty!”
When General Scharnhorst withdrew again, Henry I turned his attention again to Krafte’s army, who stood up to the devils with the pride and discipline that had supposedly brought down the countries of the central continent.
Behold, devils.
The army you considered as a means, the army you raised to bring about blood, is thirsting for your blood.
* * *
Central Revolutionary Army Defense Line.
The army of demons surged in like waves.
The drones, which were unable to stop even the infantry corps that used the hill to spread out in two or three layers and cross fire, raining explosive shells and pellets incessantly, eventually failed to stop them.
“Wait, wait!”
“atmosphere! “Don’t shoot!”
The officers repeated General Nicolae’s loud shouts, and the soldiers swallowed their dry saliva, saving their last shot as much as possible.
Soon, when the drones reached close range, Nicola Ne called out.
“Fire the first line!”
As the kneeling infantry fired all at once while aiming at the head, the rushing drones fell down.
However, the drones simply move forward without any fear or panic, regardless of whether their colleagues fall or not.
“Fire in the second and third rows!”
The second line with muskets aimed and the third line with guns on their shoulders fired at once.
With that alone, more than half of the first wave of approaching drones were defeated.
“For Franzia!”
“Prepare for impact!”
“Long live the Allies!”
General Nicolas draws his sword and cries out, and the officers follow him, each drawing their swords and shouting.
As the infantry thrust its flashing bayonets forward, it became a wall of spear blades, and a wave of drones crashed into the sharp spear wall, and hand-to-hand combat began.
The command of the defense line of the fiercest salient immediately behind General Nikola Ney:
“Continue shelling! “There are a lot of enemies behind us anyway, so keep pouring on them non-stop so that our allies don’t get killed!”
“ancient!!”
Because it is a defense line built on a hill, it is possible to hit the enemy camp over the heads of friendly forces even with direct fire.
The artillery unit has already been engaged in combat for several hours, but thanks to the ample number of shift personnel, it is still able to hold out.
Damien de Mirbeau, in charge of the salient, clenched his fists as he observed the wide battlefield.
They have dealt with countless drones, but despite this, the drones are flocking in endlessly.
Damien blurted out without realizing it, looking like he was getting tired of it.
“Damn Lafayette.”
It’s because of that damn guy that I’m going to die like this again.
But…
Damien glanced at the blue magic mass slowly descending from the sky and then lowered his gaze again.
This time there is a clear time limit, and it is not yours but your enemy’s.
Anyway, you just have to endure it.
When it comes to holding on when outnumbered, he has crossed countless lines of fire.
“Let’s do it.”
Damien muttered and furrowed his brows as he compared the battle situation with the operational map.
“How on earth can you give pinpoint sniping instructions by looking at that?”
After all, that woman should become a general.
And ‘the woman’ was giving instructions from the high ground on the hill with Louise Daquiten, the magic division, and a few messengers.
“there! “It’s a machine gun seat!”
Louis followed the direction indicated by Giselle Darby, concentrated his mind, and soon lightning struck from the sky and struck the machine gunners who were just mounting and preparing to fire.
In a battlefield crowded with over a million drones and demons, the enemy is preparing to launch a surprise attack with machine guns whenever there is even a little bit of high ground.
If we are even a little late, it will result in a disaster in which allied forces forming a dense formation and resisting the drones will be swept away at once.
Lewis let out a small sigh of relief and turned his head –
“This way!” Eliminate it!”
I saw Giselle Darby find another one and give instructions to another wizard.
Lewis let out a helpless laugh and turned his attention to the battlefield.
A clash between 1 million and 1 million.
The battlefield of chaos and chaos, which is not enough to say that it is huge, disturbs the field of vision.
But in this huge battlefield, in the chaos.
“Delivery to Commander Mirbo! The attack is concentrated on the 24th Regiment, so tell them to reinforce! Oh, over there! machine gun!”
“Yes old!”
Not only does he read the battle situation accurately without being swept away by the waves of confusion, but he also closely monitors the enemy’s movements at every moment to find a target to snipe with magic.
Should I call it a truly genius talent or a monstrous concentration?
still.
“Enemy magic is coming!”
As soon as the warning was heard, Lewis, along with the other wizards, reached out to the sky and focused their attention.
Soon, the magic barrier unfolds, and the fireballs thrown by the wizards of the demon camp crash into the barrier and scatter in the air.
“Phew, you did well.”
Looking at Giselle Darby sighing in relief, Louis also smiled softly.
It’s definitely helping.
That was enough for Lewis for now.
But the next moment.
“omg!”
“That’s-!”
Lewis swallowed dryly as he saw a huge wave of aura covered in purple magical power wash over him.
The qualitative and quantitative disparity in composition felt by the overwhelming magic power gave the magicians a sense of helplessness.
Even if you don’t like it, you have no choice but to realize that this is a disaster beyond what humans can follow and that it can never be prevented with magical power.
Nevertheless, I do not despair.
Soon, a golden barrier was erected with a flash of light covering the entire battlefield.
Lewis was amazed by the mysterious light that, despite being blindingly bright, actually comforted his eyes – and he was filled with
hope as he saw the overwhelming purple death, which seemed impossible for humans to block, colliding with him and collapsing along with the barrier. I kicked it.
can win.
Everyone on this battlefield shared that hope while facing demons with the force of a tidal wave.
* * *
Bael was furious.
It has already been blocked 3 times.
The overwhelming martial arts and magical power he accumulated over the long years he lived.
None of this is something that a human being can touch.
Nevertheless, it soon became apparent that his swordsmanship containing his essence would continue to be blocked.
It’s like God is with them.
That made Bael angry.
Why?
In the war that brought Francia to the brink of destruction 400 years ago.
Although the humans of the Central Continent joined forces to fight back, it was not enough to push out the demons, and even under the incompetent and greedy Demon King, they were not enough to stand up to all of humanity.
In a war that lasted for 100 years, even though more regions than ever were ruled by demons and countless people died, God remained silent.
At that moment, the being who came closest to a miracle of God was Gremory, a half-human, half-demon succubus.
Bael, who was already preparing to rebel against the Demon King at the time, thought it was God’s will to end the war.
But why are you now standing in his way?
Bael gritted his teeth and raised his gaze to see a blue sphere slowly descending from the sky.
A great evil like Bael can be understood just by looking at its magic structure.
That is a terrible magic that will literally twist and distort the demons’ magic structure itself, turning them into inferior elements that cannot be called demons.
It is literally the destruction of the demons themselves.
Even demons cannot implement such great magic with a single power.
However, those inferior humans are inherently possessed of magical power inferior to that of demons.
By using all kinds of expedient methods, he was able to implement a great magic that could surpass even the magic of demons.
God protected them and created magic that allowed humans to overcome the demons.
Bael was furious at the absurdity of feeling threatened by them.
“What will you do, Demon King?”
Bael gritted his teeth at Paimon’s question from next to him.
Despite his lofty pride, the reality is that he cannot win by just standing here and firing sword strikes.
Bael grabbed the sword on his back with both hands
and pulled out the symbol of the demon warrior.
“I will hit it myself.”
This is their land.
He is the pride of the demon race itself.
Therefore, there is no option to resign from here in the first place.
“Follow.”
When he commanded with two swords that he cut down all of the Demon King’s guards and even killed the Demon King, the demons that were prostrating like shadows behind him immediately stood up.
“They want a final crusade, so give it to them.”
Overwhelming destruction to them all.
