I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 249

Episode 249 The Temple of the Abyss – Finale (1)

“Your Excellency the Marquis! “The cavalry has returned!”

My adjutant, Jose Vachet, came on horseback and reported.

But my eyes did not take off the fight that was going on.

Crocs and Gaston are being overwhelmed by just one demon.

The strongest knight in Francia and the strongest warrior in Iberica.

These two are struggling because it is too much for them to just block and dodge the dual swords that Bael swings like crazy.

“Huh huh, we have to join in…”

Jose Vachet saw the scene and said as he pulled out his sword, but I stopped him right away.

“Don’t step forward!”

“But, Your Excellency the Marquis.”

“If you step forward, you will only get in the way. “The cavalry reorganizes the remaining personnel and reinforces both wings.”

“Oh, I understand.”

I looked at the frenzy of swordsmanship dancing like crazy.

At that level, no matter how elite the cuirassier cavalry or the revolutionary guard, if they try to intervene, they will only be slaughtered one-sidedly.

But…

I raised my hand, which was still shaking, and clenched it into a fist.

My magical power was almost exhausted from annihilating the demon cavalry and blocking Bael’s blow.

I can’t join in at a time like this.

I bit my lip when I saw Gaston and Crocs holding on precariously as if they were about to be attacked at any moment.

It would be better to recover a little bit of magic now. Even though I know it in my head, I can’t hide my nervousness.

Jose Vachet returned soon.

“Your Excellency the Marquis de Lafayette! It is said that both the Imperial Army on the left and the Krafte Army on the right have suffered serious losses! “We are giving up our first line of defense and retreating to our second line of defense!”

“…okay.”

I turned my gaze forward.

The offensive, which had been temporarily weakened by the performance of the light cavalry, became stronger again.

I stopped trying to think what would have become of Jerome Morel.

“launch!”

Ta-ta-tang – A gunshot rings out and the drones fall, but even then, the drones rush in, forming a crowd.

“Keuaaaaaa!”

“Aaaah!”

As the melee intensifies, the infantry that was firing at the drones falls en masse due to the rain of bullets scattered from machine guns.

Lightning struck belatedly and destroyed the machine gun, but it clearly slowed down.

The wizards, including Giselle Darby and Louise, did their best, but they must be tired now.

I slowly raised my head and looked at the blue sphere, which was still far from reaching the ground.

There is still a long way to go. If things continue like this, we will collapse faster.

“Your Majesty the Queen. “Do you have the energy?”

I turned my head to look at Eris and asked, but her complexion was pale.

It looks like he’s forcing his eyes that were trying to close on his pale face as if you can see inside.

“yes yes? “Marquis?”

The response was late and it seems like he didn’t even hear me properly.

…But it’s not unreasonable.

Even though I was dealing with a cavalry corps, I had already blocked Bael’s sword strikes several times, which were all I could do to deflect a little.

She gave Crocs her protection and used her last remaining strength to drive me, but she already has no strength left.

I said, suppressing my discouragement.

“With my apologies, Your Majesty, I will borrow Lord Beaumont.”

“But, Your Excellency the Marquis. I have to protect your majesty…”

“No, Lord Beaumont. I can no longer help in battle. “I can’t make fun of Beaumont’s level of power just to protect myself.”

“You are the Queen!”

Lord Beaumont protested, but Eris spoke again.

“Please, Uncle Frank.”

“…I follow Her Majesty the Queen’s orders.”

Sir Beaumont immediately drew his sword and ran towards where Bael was fighting.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

After hearing what I said, Eris responded with a faint smile.

“I did my best, Marquis.”

I held Eris down as she collapsed.

Did he somehow hold out until the moment Lord Beaumont came out?

I thanked her in my heart and left it to Jose Vachet.

“Take us to the barracks.”

“ancient!”

* * *

Even though everyone is exhausted, the battle continues.

“The 37th Regiment is routed!”

“Send in the 26th Regiment!”

“Watch out for the machine guns-”

Too-doo-doo-doo-

“Aaaah!”

Drones are flooding in from all directions, and demons are hiding in the gaps between the drones and firing machine guns or rifles in surprise attacks.

Until the middle of the battle, we were able to effectively reduce them through continuous artillery bombardment, but we suffered a lot from enemy artillery fire and magic.

While trying to fire a barrage of bullets to protect the central army, which was decisively collapsing, they were cut down by Bael with a cannon, causing great losses.

As our firepower weakens, the waves of drones that neither tire nor retreat are increasingly pushing us to our limits.

“Ugh, what a mistake!”

“Karokh!”

Even the one-eyed orc Karok, who had been reliably supporting the battlefield, had to retreat because one of his arms was tattered.

I swallowed dry saliva and looked towards Bael.

“Stop dying now, you lowly things!”

“Uuuut!”

“Huh, huh, huh…”

Bael, who wields his dual swords with unquenchable anger, shows no sign of fatigue.

But Crocs and Sir Gaston Beaumont, who are opposing him, are a mess.

A body marred by sweat and blood, panting breath.

If Sir Beaumont hadn’t joined in the middle, the two of them would have already been attacked by that monstrous devil.

I slowly clenched and unclenched my fists.

Unfortunately, his magic power has not recovered yet.

Should I join now?

If I join now and all my little magical power is used up, I will be defeated in vain.

However, if I don’t join in and one of the three gets hit, the whole thing will eventually fall apart.

How much magic power does that devil have left?

I’m busy dealing with three people right now, but if I have some free time, can I use the same sword technique as before?

What should I do?

…I thought I had brought out everything I could.

however.

And yet.

No, no.

Right now, behind this camp, Christine is working hard to manage supplies here, and Eris, who is exhausted, is also resting.

If there is something you can do, do it.

“Your Excellency the Marquis, our defenses are collapsing. “This is the limit now.”

“I know!”

The response I reflexively gave to Nicola Ne’s words was so nervous that even I was shocked.

“No, I’m sorry. “The general’s vanguard fought hard enough.”

Nicolae’s vanguard, who fought from the beginning of the battle, was virtually annihilated.

The only survivors are those who have been transferred to other units and are fighting, or those who are injured and can no longer fight.

To him, who was feeling more helpless than anyone else as he had no troops left to command, I…

However, Nicolae gave an answer that was somehow full of enthusiasm.

“Your Excellency the Marquis. I told my men that every second they held would lead to victory. “I ordered them to stand firm until the end and then die.”

“…Yeah, that was great.”

Eris is neutralized.

The cavalry has already been deployed on both wings, and all reserves have been exhausted.

What more should I do here? What more can I do?

While I was answering you, thoughts were racing through my head.

“I will also keep my orders.”

After leaving his last words, Nicola Ne ran forward.

“What? “Come back, your general!”

Even if he reacts late, he doesn’t stop.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he ran towards the place where the three men and Bael were fighting frantically.

“stop-!”

“Huh?”

“Yaaaaaa!”

While Crocs and the two knights were both confused, Ne shouted and rushed at Bael, and

the sword Bael swung blew away Ne’s sword and arm.

Nicolae’s body slowly falls at Bael’s feet, blood gushing from the severed shoulder.

“damn…!”

Why on earth would you do such a reckless thing!

But the next moment.

Nikola, the grenade you were holding rolled down at Bael’s feet.

“hmm?!”

An explosion rang out.

Bael even blocked the explosion by concentrating his magic barrier at his feet.

“Kwaaaaak!”

However, even that mighty demon could not block all the sword strikes coming from three sides while the magical barrier was concentrated at its feet.

Blue blood spurts from Bael’s back.

“Aaaah!”

The wounded devil screams.

Bael swung his sword in anger, but it was clearly not as sharp as before.

Every time that happens, blue blood pours out from his wound.

The author was also exhausted. In such a situation, the seriously injured person managed to pull the weight that had been tilted towards Bael in this direction.

“Your general…”

I looked at the spot where the explosion occurred just now.

A general who is brave, but has an impatient personality and is simple-minded, making him suitable as a vanguard.

The body of the man I barely knew was no longer found.

I lifted my gaze to the sky.

The blue sphere is now almost overhead.

It is now about an hour until the clash of great magic predicted by the magic tower owner. You just have to endure it!

The defense line is on the verge of total collapse, but the three people fighting Bael are 100-strong warriors.

If I join right now and take out Bael, and everyone is sent to the defense line, somehow-

“Oh my. “It’s very touching.”

My head turned automatically.

A purple dress stained with the blood and dust of the battlefield.

Long blood-red hair and eyes of the same color.

“Paimon…!”

“The sacrifice of an inferior race hurt the Demon King, who could not hurt anyone. “It’s a cliché, but whatever…”

Paimon licked his lips with his tongue and laughed as he saw Bael fighting furiously, blood spurting from his back.

“It’s interesting to see in its own way.”

Dammit, one step forward.

It’s only one shot, but it’s a time like this.

“Okay then. “I’ve seen enough of this long comedy…”

Paimon declared with a grin.

“This is the finale. “Let’s finish this now, Pierre.”

* * *

Drones are coming in endlessly.

“damn!”

Even the three people who were dealing with Bael, who was seriously injured and whose spirit was greatly diminished, were unable to finish him off as they had to deal with the drones that were rushing at them without any attempts.

“Aaaah!”

“Save me, save me!”

Screams and screams erupt from all directions.

The defense line collapses.

And me too.

“Ugh!”

As it slides along the ground and blocks Paimon’s swinging arm, the sword rings out.

“What happened to this, Pierre? “I thought you were stronger than me…”

Paimon laughs coquettishly.

Even if you say things like that only after all your damn magic and divine power has been exhausted.

“Hehehehehehehe…”

Paimon’s face shakes with a wicked smile.

Is it because my physical strength has been stretched to its limit that I can’t even control my vision?

“Ahahaha, you tried hard, Pierre. Honestly, just by enduring this much, you are beyond human. Well, in the end it was a little lacking.”

“Ha, I survived by transcending humanity on my own?”

“Yes, I was very impressed.”

“Even after coming this far, it seems like all you can see is me.”

“Hmm, who should I praise highly? The idiot who made a suicide charge into the cavalry and bought himself a little time? Or are you just a bastard who self-destructed without any aura and only inflicted one wound on Bael?”

The devil, confident of victory, sneered.

“In the end, they are an inferior species destined to be defeated even under your guidance, who overturned the Abyss Corporation’s plan.”

I want to rip that damn devil’s mouth open, but I can’t lift my arms anymore.

is it.

All those choices and sacrifices.

Life again after failure.

Also saving Christine.

Also bringing Eris.

Also the battle against King Louis.

Lionel’s will map.

Breakthrough to the Storm Witch.

Resistance from the National Assembly.

Victory against Balian.

The war against the empire.

Hang Jeon-do, who survived the Great King.

Even all our struggles and sacrifices on this island.

Will it all end with just one conclusion: failure due to lack of strength?

“Aha ahaha! Ahahahaha! Pierre, your look is a masterpiece. Do you know? Ah, I should have brought a mirror. I should have shown it to you in person.”

Paimon burst out laughing and pointed back with his finger.

“Now, let’s take a look.”

I slowly turned my head.

The sight of soldiers running away, unable to withstand the influx of drones, comes into view.

Behind there.

Magic tower owner.

Eris.

There’s Christine.

Paimon’s declaration hit his ears.

“It’s your defeat.”