I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 133

Episode 133 Iberica – Battle of Ciudad (3)

Confused front line.

Enemies act as if they are puppets without will.

Even though cavalry is clearly charging from the side, instead of being intimidated, they are concentrating on attacking the allies in front of them, even the moment they are pierced by spears.

“Hee hee hee!”

“Ugh! crazy!”

An enemy is clearly pierced by a spear and is lying on the ground, but a terrible scene unfolds as he strikes the leg of the warhorse with his arm, causing the cavalryman to fall from his horse.

“Destroy the head first! Look under the horse’s feet! Trample and crush it completely!”

“Yes old! “Your Excellency the Marquis!”

My teeth suddenly ground apart. I had never imagined a battle like this!

What are we fighting against now?

Can we call this thing we are fighting against an army?

Even at this very moment, the enemy is taking a detour and coming after us.

Crocs has to be quick in his judgment –

“I believe it, brother!”

The moment I thought that, I heard Crocs’ loud shout.

“Confidants and direct subordinates, stop the enemies! This Crocs will be the last to leave with you! The rest of the army retreat! “Help up our fallen brothers!”

“As the king commands!”

As soon as Crocs speaks, Iberica’s brothers, who were fighting, turn their backs and start running away.

For a moment, holes began to form in the battle line –

the enemies, who had been merely mechanically swinging their arms repeatedly, began to chase after them, swinging their arms and legs wildly and sprinting at full speed.

That inorganic and quick action sent goosebumps down my back.

In order to run at the fastest speed, I am running like a person who has dedicated his life to running, training himself to the limit and excluding any waste!

“Where!”

“We are your opponents!”

Fortunately, the enemies who were running at full speed were attacked by Shandra and Karok and fell down immediately.

Now that I look at these guys, their actions seem to be moving according to a certain schedule.

When the distance from the enemy increases to a certain level, it chases after it at full speed, and when the enemy is in front, it simply swings its arms in the exact same motion.

And that too, without any weapons, only with blows.

Subdue, but do not kill.

I looked back at our allies who were struggling to retreat, supporting those who had fallen here and there on the battlefield.

These damn devils…!

They are fighting to capture them to use them as materials for the industrial revolution!

I raised my sword and cut off the arm swinging towards my horse right in front of my eyes and decapitated the enemy.

Magical power leaks out from the floating neck without a single drop of blood flowing.

An enemy soldier who appears to be fighting according to the demons’ purposes without any emotion or vitality.

First of all, although it has a human form, it does not look human at all.

Is this some kind of doll?

What on earth is it?

The moment I thought that.

“Jae Jack!”

One of my cavalrymen stopped swinging his sword and shouted.

I immediately rode my horse and cut off the arm that was swinging at the subordinate.

“Wake! “What are you doing on the battlefield?”

The moment he was about to swing his sword again and blow off his head.

“Oh no!”

It came to a halt due to the cavalry’s desperate restraint.

Meanwhile, the enemy’s other arm made a clicking sound and was blocked by my magic barrier.

Holy shit. What should we do-

“He’s my younger brother too! “My brother who was taken away by King Louis’s collector!”

“what?”

I turned my head and looked at the enemy who was still swinging his arm at me.

A shape that looks like a human being has been completely dried up.

Even though his arm was cut off, the enemy was repeatedly swinging his other arm with a completely expressionless, wrinkled face.

This is a human?

…in Franzia.

This is what happened to the people that the corrupt people of the old system sold out to continue the civil war?

“Ugh-”

I covered my mouth with my left hand because I thought the Toakjigi would come up.

However, the enemy continued to swing his remaining arm, and the moment I finally grabbed the sword in my right hand again.

I stopped my arms when I saw the cavalryman who had been holding me back just now running towards me.

The cavalryman who came running swung his sword and cut off the enemy’s head while shedding tears.

The man, in tears, dismounted from his horse and picked up the head of what had been his brother from the ground.

“…sorry.”

I responded by driving my horse again and blowing off the head of another enemy who was charging at the cavalry’s back.

“No, you did well. Who are you?

“…I am Lieutenant Jose Vachet, Excellency.”

“Okay, Ensign Vachet. Permission to retreat. … You can leave first.”

“…Thank you, Your Excellency the Marquis.”

Leaving behind the ensign who thanked me and retreated, I looked at the bodies lying around with their heads cut off for a moment.

Then he took a deep breath, gathered his magic power, and shouted to Gaston and the cuirassiers who were taking the lead in repelling the enemies in the distance.

“The cuirassiers retreat! “After reorganizing the ranks, we need to give Crocs and his henchmen time to leave!”

* * *

On top of a hill overlooking the battlefield.

Paimon, wearing a white robe over a purple dress, was looking down at the battlefield, holding a notebook in his hand, and muttering non-stop, his eyes shining.

“There is no problem with the ability to carry out continuous combat. However, skilled enemies easily break programmed patterns, so combat protocols need to be supplemented. A flaw was identified in the protocol that automatically switches to sprint mode depending on the distance to the target. “There is a need to add a pattern to replace the target when an enemy other than the target is nearby.”

Even as he continues to talk and write in the notebook in his hand, Paimon’s horn flashes with an ominous purple light.

Paimon looked down at the battlefield with a furrowed brow as he realized that the number of drones being ‘relayed’ to him had decreased significantly.

Drones are clearly expendable items, and operational doctrine is built around sacrificing multiple drones.

It was an operation guaranteed to secure sufficient ‘materials’, and it was able to exceed its goal until this battle. However, consuming a lot of drones and not being able to supply materials is quite fatal in the current situation where supply sources for humans and orcs other than Iberica are blocked. .

Even in this battlefield, the initial battle pattern did not deviate much from what Paimon expected.

Paimon’s idea that the barbarians of Iberica would somehow try to recover their fainted comrades and then retreat was also clearly correct.

However, the situation of the war was a little different from Paimon’s expectations.

To avoid detection, the drones designed to attack the rear maneuvered larger and diverted, but the cautious Marquis de Lafayette deployed his light cavalry widely and discovered it too early.

In addition, Crocs and his elite henchmen took the lead to cover the retreating allies, and the flaw of the drones, which entered sprint mode as soon as the target moved away, was quite fatal.

There were much stronger enemies fighting right next to me, but I was often destroyed in vain when I ran at full speed just for the chase, ignoring the battle.

When the targets are far enough to surround Crocs and his henchmen, the Marquis de Lafayette’s cavalry rushes in and devastates the drones’ defenseless flanks and rear.

Drones maintain their fighting power and have no fear as long as the receiver, or head, is not destroyed or the body is excessively destroyed.

Therefore, it can be said to be the best for general shock cavalry that aims to break the enemy’s formation and psychology in the first charge.

However, when the lancers take the lead and the drones try to attack them when the charge has stopped, the cuirassiers, with the Marquis de Lafayette and Gaston at the forefront, and who have trained in magic, rush in as a second line, giving the lancers time to escape.

They cover the retreat of the lancers, and when the Marquis de Lafayette and the cuirassiers withdraw, Crocs and his henchmen rush in to buy time.

Paimon looked down at the scene and muttered softly.

“It is indeed a beautiful fight that cannot be realized with puppets.”

It’s not like they’ve ever worked together before, but perfect breathing is based on trust in each other and the ability to train to the limit with an imperfect body affected by fatigue and fear.

In that breath, the barbarians and revolutionary forces of Iberica are escaping safely, supporting their comrades who were neutralized and subdued by the drones.

The extreme efficiency and stability pursued by Paimon.

Even though it was diametrically opposed to the doctrine that excludes uncertain variables such as emotions and fatigue, I did not dare to disparage that fight.

Paimon, who was looking at the scene in fascination, added a sentence to his notebook and muttered.

“A kill mode needs to be added in case it is not possible to achieve the purpose of capture mode.”

Paimon, who had written up to that point, closed the notebook with a loud sound.

Then, the delicate and complex magic circuit engraved on Paimon’s horn began to hum and shine, and the drones that had been persistently attacking Crocs and his henchmen stopped attacking and came to a standstill.

Paimon slowly bent down on his knees and lifted the hem of his dress towards the direction where the Marquis de Lafayette and King Crocs, who were far away but not seeing them, were.

Paimon, who was polite as if she were a human noble lady, bowed slightly and said.

“We have already failed to achieve our goal, but continuing to cling to the flawed beta test protocol is too uninspiring, so let’s just back off.”

Then he licked his lips with his tongue and muttered softly.

“Next time, we will prepare improved protocols and greet you more politely.”

* * *

The battle is over.

No matter how much I sacrificed, the enemies who seemed like they would attack forever without getting tired or flinching stopped at some point, and I was able to safely escape the battlefield with Crocs before the enemy’s diversionary troops arrived.

Although it was a fierce battle, there were not as many casualties as expected.

The enemy’s goal was obviously capture, not killing, and thanks to that, we were able to somehow select the wounded soldiers and retreat.

But it is ultimately a story about human life.

The morale of our troops was seriously low.

An enemy that is beyond all common sense.

All troops were imprinted with fear, almost physiological, as the enemy and a previously living being.

As testimonies poured in that they had seen their own family members or acquaintances among the enemies, their identities became clear.

The people who were sold by the corrupt people of the old system in Francia, and the people who were captured and taken by Porto and the collaborating tribes that colluded with the devil in Iberica, changed into something like that.

The industrial revolution sparked by Abyss Corporation. This is the essence of technology, which is said to produce products at an incomprehensibly enormous volume, but requires humans as materials.

Beings who constantly carry out designated orders without getting tired.

They were once human, but they have been reduced to the devil’s puppets, so they must have produced a volume that no living human being could keep up with, no matter how hard they worked.

Because the supply of humans, the material for that technology, was limited, they were brought to Iberica, the last location.

Those who pushed us out are now apparently approaching Dilus, the capital of the Iberica brothers.

The reason is obvious, seeing as they fought inefficiently without killing anyone. Because they are the place where they can supply the most ‘ingredients’.

There were many flaws in the first battle, so I was able to fight somehow, but since it was the work of those demons, I couldn’t expect it to come out with the same flaws in the second battle.

With such concerns in mind, I stayed in meetings with Crocs until late at night and lay down in my dorm exhausted.

…and opened my eyes.

My mind feels a bit cloudy and I feel like I’m a bit sleepy.

When I applied magical power to a sensation I once experienced, the cloudy sensation quickly disappeared and it felt as if the entire space was vibrating.

This.

As I jumped out of bed, a blonde succubus dressed as a nun was standing in front of me.

I reached out to my waist and this time there was a dagger.

When I glance down, I see that the sword is properly worn on my waist.

Succubus Gremory, who was quietly watching my form, opened her mouth.

“This time, we prepared everything. “I feel like if I get rid of it, people will only feel rejected.”

I opened my mouth while holding the handle of the sword.

“Sure. Is that why you didn’t come in the form of Christine?”

Gremory nodded slightly with a very calm face, although it was indeed a demon like a succubus, which seemed strangely foolish at the time.

“I don’t think the conversation itself will be possible if that happens again.”

“Where did you get that funny way of talking?”

“It’s better to look harmless, so I usually do that, but…”

Gremory slightly tilted his head.

The succubus, whose long blonde hair hung down and seemed to be choosing her words for a moment, opened her mouth again.

“Do you think that if I show something like that and do something like that, it will only be viewed as abominable?”

“under.”

I laughed out loud.

Are there people with common sense among the devils?

Even so, it does not change the fact that we are of the same race as the people who treat humans like that.

“Business.”

After hearing what I said, Gremory stayed quiet, slowly lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth.

“The succubus Gremory…”

Is it intentional that you don’t mention the Abyss Corporation or the CEO of Rust?

After a brief pause, the succubus slowly opened her eyes, revealing golden eyes, and slowly spoke.

“I ask the Marquis de Lafayette for a deal.”