The Superhuman, Major Toma, a perfect compatibility individual with a Nenshin Strength of 10 million N. His formidable combat abilities are revealed.
The Alliance Army attempts to counterattack the colossal human fortress with gunfire. The fact that something is large means there are large targets, and their tactics are not wrong.
However, the rain of anti-personnel missiles aimed at Iw’s massive body was detonated by the Major’s immense Nenshin Gravity Cannon, scattering in mid-air.
“Hey, Major Toma… Is he… able to fight?”
Ashes, stunned, spoke to the Major, but his reply was curt.
“I never said I couldn’t fight. You just made your own judgment.”
“W-Whatever, if he can fight then…”
“Stay back. If you don’t want to get caught up in it.”
“What does that mean…”
This is not the time for questions! When the Major fights with all his might, no one should be by his side.
(Ashes, get away from the Major! Stand back a bit and eliminate the stragglers with Iw!)
(Yes! As you command!)
Ashes and Iw step back, yielding the front line to the Major.
Against the Major, standing alone at the forefront, the Land Army assaults him like a swarm of locusts.
The enemy’s tactic against the Major, who stands alone, is a siege relying on numbers.
They must have chosen this path, believing that long-range combat would be disadvantageous against the Major who unleashed a Nenshin Gravity Cannon comparable to a battleship’s main gun.
…Little do they know, it’s a one-way road to their demise.
The enemy soldiers, who were about to attack all at once, fall to their knees before the Major, supporting their half-bodies with their arms.
Their appearance… is like that of subjects prostrating themselves before a king.
His words, that he could use all systems of pyrokinesis, were not lies.
A ferocious gravity field generated around the Major, making it impossible for them to stand.
And for those foolish enough to defy the king of the battlefield, punishment awaits.
Ice spears, sprouting from the ground like bamboo shoots, mercilessly pierce the immobilized enemy soldiers.
Even the fresh blood spouted from the mouths of the pathetic victims is frozen on the spot…
Composite Nenshin Release Ability (Compo-Nesis)… The Major’s unique talent skill, when used to its full extent, created an instant hellscape.
Both enemy and ally were frozen by the sheer brutality.
“…Aren’t you coming? Then I’ll come to you!”
The perfect compatibility individual, who executed them on stakes, charges into the enemy horde with speed unbefitting his heavy build.
This time, it’s time for a full course massacre, starting with burning them alive.
A charged treasure sword swung with sheer force, raging infernos swirling, a roaring hurricane… It wasn’t a fight, but a one-sided carnivalesque slaughter.
Some are turned to charcoal, not even allowed to scream… Others die, their eyeballs falling out from the shock of electrocution, covering their empty sockets with their hands… Others are sliced to pieces by scythe winds and sink into a pool of blood spray…
Even though I was determined not to look away, not to cover my ears… my heart is screaming.
I’m sweating buckets just desperately holding back the urge to yell “Stop! Don’t kill them!”
Tears welled up, but I have no right to grieve. This hell is a path I chose myself.
…The Major reminded me, “You know what it means to use me, don’t you?”
This slaughter is the tragedy I caused. The lives taken are the lives I took. But… I’ll do it!
Even if I end this war and correct the world’s distortions… I will likely fall into hell.
As the enemy forces panicked at the superhuman’s slaughter, the Rose Cross began its counterattack.
The Rose Cross knights effortlessly take down the enemy soldiers blown away by Iw’s sonic cannon.
The center, which was supposed to be thinly defended, now had increased strength. Major Toma, pushing back the front line while perpetrating the slaughter, had slid Master Baxu and his Bujitsu into the vacated space.
Master Baxu, leading the elite martial artists of Bujitsu, also pushed up the front line and drew in more soldiers from the left flank into the vacant space.
With the superhuman and elites possessing annihilation capabilities, it was like opening a sandwich and inserting lettuce and sliced cheese between the bread… In this manner, the filling grew thicker and thicker.
Ashes’ job was to deal with the crumbs that spilled out.
…Major Toma had intended all along to slide the left flank’s forces into the empty space.
On the weakening left flank, Mizal’s Dorai Ninja Army acted as a diversion and disruption, successfully allowing the left flank’s forces to merge with the center.
This created the worst-case scenario for the enemy: unable to break through the center and attacked from the right flank. Rear Admiral Villon would have no choice but to retreat and regroup… but the Major was not so kind as to allow that.
He ordered Quester, Captain Littok on the right flank, to drive a wedge into the enemy’s side.
Leaving the dismembered remnants to be annihilated by the others, Major Toma brought a plastic bottle to his lips.
“Are you taking a short break to rehydrate? You must be thirsty after such a rampage.”
“…Clifford, that’s not water. I think it’s corn syrup.”
“Corn syrup? N-No way…”
“He’s replenishing his calories… The Major still intends to kill.”
The Major threw away the plastic bottle, and a driverless motorcycle appeared beside him.
Mounted on the motorcycle equipped with a brainwave control system, the Major accelerated and began pursuit.
The Major pursued the fleeing enemy, rampaged, and hindered their retreat. Once caught up, the pursuing forces would annihilate the enemy. The Major would then pursue again, repeating this cycle of death.
…Even though the Alliance should know that the Major is a superhuman soldier, Rear Admiral Villon seems to have taken no countermeasures. Perhaps he underestimated the information or didn’t believe it was credible…
The cost of a commander’s negligence is paid for with the lives of his soldiers. That’s how it is on the battlefield.
“It’s impossible for Villon, who only manages to get average scores, to solve such an advanced problem.”
“Still, he should have calmed down a bit. Instead of just thinking about fleeing, he could have supported their retreat by forming a wall with battleships and cruisers…”
“Those of ‘noble’ standing who can board land battleships seem to be only concerned with their own escape.”
The infantry were left behind? That’s terrible!
With his Nenshin Strength of 10 million N, the Major should be able to pick up my Nenshin communication even from this distance.
(Major, that’s enough. Please stop the attack and call for surrender.)
(Not yet. We will destroy the 10th Division.)
I know it’s strategically better. It’s a fight to showcase the power of the Rose Cross… but!
(Please. Any more bloodshed won’t just be a display of strength, but also of intolerance.)
This is a tacked-on reason. But even a flimsy argument is still an argument!
(…Indeed. Understood, I will call for surrender.)
…Thank goodness. After letting me win by carrying me the whole way, it might sound selfish, but I want to avoid further bloodshed.
He might think my resolve isn’t strong enough. But I’ve decided this is enough.
“The Princess’s decision is correct. I believe so.” “I concur. That is what is expected of Lady Rose.”
…Thank you, Gin, Clifford.
The 10th Division, barely avoiding annihilation, hastily retreated from the front line.
“They lack the courage to regroup a half-destroyed division and hold their ground? They’re just a privileged class with shallow resolve,” Gin spat out as she watched the retreating enemy markers.
“Gin, I’m also part of the privileged class?”
“My apologies. I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Heh heh, I’m just kidding. Clifford, please gather the tactical commanders at Pallas Athena.”
“Understood.”
As I waited for the commanders in Pallas Athena’s strategy room, Gin, standing behind me, spoke.
“It must have been difficult to watch the Major’s fight, but you didn’t look away. That’s admirable.”
“…Because this is the war I started.”
“May I offer one opinion?”
“What? Go ahead?”
“You were pained because you considered the Major’s rampage not a battle but a slaughter. However, it is the same with your sword and shield, Princess. On the surface, it appears to be a battle, but it is not. There is no difference in the fact that you are unilaterally killing an opponent with a significant power difference.”
“…You’re right.”
“There are the strong and the weak on the battlefield; that’s all there is. Please accept it as such.”
“…”
“Newcomer Gin wouldn’t understand, but Lady Rose…”
Gin interrupted Clifford.
“Is it wrong for a newcomer like me to worry about the Princess’s mental distress?”
“…Not at all. It’s a good thing that you care about Lady Rose.”
…Yes, I’m alright now. I’m not alone anymore.
“I apologize for causing you concern. If you dislike bloodshed, you should stay within the confines of your garden. But for someone who leaves her garden to accomplish something, this timid disposition is concerning.”
I will not falter anymore. But I will not forget my sorrow for the bloodshed, even if I am ridiculed as a hypocrite.
It was obvious that involving myself in war while seeking peace was hypocritical and contradictory.
But, “All good deeds begin with hypocrisy, and completed hypocrisy is called a good deed.”
Whether the peace gained at the end of bloodshed is a good deed is another matter, but sacrifices have already been made for my ambition.
…The path to turn back is now closed. That is why I will move forward.
The scheduled posting days for this week are Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. Time is undecided.
