116 [2-50] 하느님 맙소사...




"Just kidding! You're putting a cannon on a fresh golem?

 Cain looks back at the crumbling exterior wall and shouts in desperation.

 A cannon mounted on the shoulder of a giant siege fresh golem was a crazy piece of work that could only have been developed by an engineer with bad taste who had been given full authority to develop it and had gone to the extreme of waste and glee.

The magical defense mechanisms of the city walls won't protect us, physical shells?

 Zeft analyzed it calmly.
 There are two types of magic cannons, one that fires normal cannonballs and one that fires magic energy directly.
 In general, cities are built on top of magic pools (hotspots), which pull magic power from the earth's veins and use it for defense and other energy. This power is usually used to give the city walls magical protection. It is likely that they were wary of this and aimed for physical damage.

 But when it comes to flying live ammunition, one shot is all you get. It would need to be reloaded, and the shells for that would not be on the Titan's shoulders. ......

 Just when you thought you had it all figured out. Just as I thought that, 12 rocks emerged from the snow.
 The bullets were just the right size to fit in the barrel.

 --≪I'm not sure what you're talking about.

 I'm not sure what to make of it.
 The front of the line is full of skeletons and zombies, but it is more common to think that there are also undead who control magic such as liches in the mix.
 They're the loaders.

"No! We've got to stop them!
We should intercept the shells!

 At Clair's suggestion, Zeft hesitated for a moment.
 Claire is more than capable of destroying flying rocks with magic. The adventurers following him and the knights waiting on the wall also have magicians.

"Defend on the Wall...... No, no. If you let it get too close to the city wall, it's useless.
 I'd be fine with that if I could just rip one of its legs off and stop it from moving.
Are we going to have to deal with that army after all?
No, not at all. We've got a lot of good friends here.

 Zeft turned and smiled at the group of adventurers.
 Many of them were of limited ability, but even so, their presence could be utilized by the "spear" to take on dangerous enemies.
 The adventurers, who had been on the verge of panic, seemed to have calmed down a bit when Zeft called out to them.

Everyone, take it easy! Once the giants are damaged, we'll retreat and start defending ourselves.
 "The spear will pave the way for us. Follow me! Let's go!
"'Ooooh!

 It was a little too loud to be a battle cry, but he roared and shouted and ran.
 It would seem suicidal to charge into a sea of undead soldiers in small numbers.
 However, it was led by the strongest adventuring party in Ciel-Teira, the "spear of the underworld".

 The sound of the wind cutting through the night air shook the air.
 Arrows were fired from the undead ranks at the adventurers rushing toward them.

"Wind Shear!

 A gush of reversing wind erupted, and the arrows were all flung away at once. It's Claire's wind magic.
 I'm not sure what to do. It also consumes less magic.

 The spearhead of the assault was Cain, a large man in heavy armor and carrying a large shield.
 He is followed by Zeft and the Priestess Albina, who hide behind him.
 The undead soldiers with their shields lined up in a line of spears are almost within reach of Cain.
 Then Albina took a step forward.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

 I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not. The aftermath of the energy flapped Albina's priestly robe.
 The flash, level with the ground, was thicker and shorter than it should have been. It was a spell adjusted to increase power at the expense of magical efficiency and range.

 As Albina swung her tin staff to the side, a huge sword of light made of holy air also moved, sweeping away the undead as if sweeping up dust.
 A large insect-eaten hole was made in the undead camp.

 As if to fill the hole, the undead soldiers in the rear closed the distance. There.

"Turbo Explode!

 The ground shook with such force that it was no match for the giant's footsteps.
 The earth and sand mixed with melted snow was hoisted up in a flash of flames. Dismembered bones and carrion.
 Claire's magic was blasting the undead away.

Let's cut them down!
Copy!

 Chancy slammed his right fist into his left hand. The basket clanged with a thud.

"Giant Body!

 She used a self-enhancement (buff) spell.
 Some of the vanguards have mastered a certain amount of magic for self-enhancement (buffing) only. This is a special kind of magic that is connected with the training as a warrior, and is called 'nerijutsu' or 'nerijutsu'.

Ha!

 Chenshi flew into the air with a movement as if her weight had disappeared.

"Hi!

 The skeleton's head is blown off by a flying kick with a javelin-like motion. The skeleton's head is blown off.


 The skull shattered like it was about to burst.

 Kicking the skeleton in the shoulder and flying further, Chaing Shi touched the skeleton's head.
 Then he threw a spinning kick in the air as he swung his body around.

"Yeah!

 Several undead were knocked down with Chen Shi at the center.
 She was equipped with an anklet, which was more of a weapon to increase the power of her kicks than an armor. An undead soldier is nothing but a piece of wood in the face of a kick that can pierce even a dragon's shell.

 In addition, Chauncey kicked the skeleton that was supporting him between his legs and landed on the ground. A spear came at him, but Cain intervened.
 As if to snap the spear that had caught it, Cain pressed his shield against it and crushed both the skeleton and the zombie at the same time.

Nice follow-up!
"Thank God I'm dealing with an idiot.

 Cain exhaled.

 The shields used by a tank are collectively known as 'targets'.
 It's also a great way to get the most out of your business.
 Even skeletons and zombies, which only move as commanded by magic, make decisions on the spur of the moment by recalling their own body's memories of battle.
 Where to attack, who to target. As long as there is room to make such judgments, they will be caught by the "hostility inducement".

"GORE-aaa!

 The holy beasts rushed in, pushing the wound further open.
 The tiger-shaped holy beast took advantage of its huge body to reap the undead soldiers, even if it hurt itself.
 The bird-shaped holy beast swooped down to finish off the undead soldiers who tried to fight back.

"Move, move, move!

 Zeft advanced, swinging his greatsword. With each swing, he struck, knocked down, and shattered several undead.

 He was only two swings away from engaging the giants.

"Sushi!
"Ssshhh!

 The sharp flash of the sword blocked his path.
 It was a god-speed slash, like slashing three times with one step, but each strike had the power of a kill.
 Zeft retreated while blocking with his sword.

 The one who fired the slash was a man with long, dusky blond hair that was tied up high. He was wearing a traditional dress that was tied in the front with a sash.
 And earthy skin and cloudy eyes. A ghoul.
 In his hand is a beautiful, thin, single-edged sword. It is a katana, a weapon used in the Far East.

"Ghoul's ...... samurai!

 He was clearly a fierce warrior who was different from the other soldiers around him.

"This ...... guy!
"Doskoy!
Aiyah!

 The ghoul samurai punched Chen shi who jumped at him.
 He spun in midair and Chancy landed in a heap.

Be careful. He can do it.

 Behind the ghoul samurai, the giant who had finished reloading was in a shooting stance.
 The twelve cannons were being filled with magic power. How many more shots can the wall hold its shape? How many more minutes, how many more seconds do we have? Zeft was getting impatient.

I'm not sure what to say, but I'm sure you'll understand.
What the hell is he talking about?
What's he saying? - He's saying you're already in the ring without salt!
What the hell is he talking about?

 The ghoul samurai clanged the sword on his katana, and for some reason, he stalked up to me.

"My name is Udanosuke! I am a proud samurai in the service of the great Princess Le!
 I will have you killed. That's it! Let's play fair!

 It's starting.

Looks like it's started.

 Bertil looked at the city walls from the roof of the inn and thought to himself.

 The Second Order was stationed in the city. If you gather all your forces in one place, the danger of being caught in the rear increases, so the adventurers were left to guard the outside of the walls.
 Leaving the front line command of the troops to Kaya, Bertil was further behind.

 On the rooftop, where the cold wind is blowing, Bertil is arranging callers, securing them with heavy stones, and also arranging a number of far-seeing crystal balls. This is a magic item that allows you to connect two crystal balls and see images.

 Looking around the disturbing city, Bertil saw a number of buildings and holy beasts placed around the city.

 Temples, meeting places, halls.
 Because of the large number of refugees pouring into the city, any empty box that could hold a certain amount of people was crammed with people without exception. Even so, there are not enough tents set up behind the Noah's Curio garrison, and fires are constantly burning to keep the people who have been thrown out of the tents warm.

 --When I die, I'm going to hell. Well, heaven or hell, I'd say hell.

 A lot of people are gonna die.
 Many will die because of what Bertil helped them do.

 But most of them are likely to die in the end even if Bertil doesn't do anything.
 The Marquisate of Edfelt is now only waiting to be overrun by Rene.


 It's a fatal disadvantage with no way to reverse it. If Rene wanted to, he could easily kill 80% of the people, if not all of them.

 That's why Bertil wants to cut off some lives and try to keep the rest alive.
 He understands that this is the end of everything for those who are cut down.
 Even if you lose, there are ways to lose.

 --If you do not do what you should do in this life because you are afraid of punishment after death,......, then you are no better than a dog.

 Bertil looks up at the pitch black sky.

"Behold, the Lord in heaven. This was the battle of Bertil Lagerbeck.

 With his pocket watch, Bertil checked the time.
 The second hand...
 Circling.
 The second hand ticked down to its apex.

"God, protect Ciel-Teira.

 Several silent lightning bolts shot out simultaneously.