The Nine Mixed Unit.
Nine was surprised by the enemy’s audacity and straightforwardness in their invasion.
“Hurry up, you lot!”
“Yes, Boss! Hurry, hurry!”
“Oi, you guys are lagging behind!”
“Hey? Boss’s machine (Golem) is the same as ours, right?”
“Well… it’s supposed to be.”
“As expected of the Boss!”
Inside the cockpit, Nine became a corpse, flailing about.
Possessing a mass-produced machine, he left his subordinates far behind.
The clouds made Astral Body vision poor.
The enemy army advanced without regard for us.
Screw you!!
Nine pursued.
Chasing the Northern Country Army.
The Northern Country Army.
With the appearance of a new enemy, the army split into two.
They divided into a 60/40 split.
If they could catch up to the larger force, they would sandwich them.
If they could catch up to the smaller force, they would ignore them and advance to the capital (Royal Capital).
“What about the enemy and friendly forces?”
“Yes, General. The enemy is pursuing us.”
“The friendly forces are annihilated… I would appreciate it if I could handle their interception.”
A strategy meeting on horseback.
To bring the Knights (Golems) to their optimal Possessed Magic Power, they were pulled by Knight (Golem) exclusive transporters.
The horses pulling them were being pushed to their limits, but this was mitigated by recovery potions (physical strength, fatigue, physical enhancement).
The weather also favored them, and it seemed they might avoid engaging the enemy forces pursuing them to the capital, but then.
“General! Black smoke is rising ahead!”
The city that Lord Vegetarian had fallen.
“Did anyone send troops?”
“No. It would be a foolish strategy to disperse our forces further.”
There were no such troops or individuals.
“Then, did the desperate residents do it?”
“Shall we investigate?”
“That would slow our marching speed.”
An unknown factor.
He hoped it would be worth the value of sacrificing a troop and the marching speed to go and see.
Marching halted.
A squad of dozens rode out to scout the city.
He conveyed the order to return only their horses if it was a trap.
Several tens of minutes later.
While maintaining their guard, the squad sent to investigate returned without a single loss.
“Report.”
It wasn’t a trap.
They were simply attacked by a large monster, unfortunately.
“Still, to fall a city with just one…”
What kind of monster could it be?
The generals listened to the report and resumed their march.
“Report from the rear unit!”
“It appeared.”
“Yes, one machine is charging in. Dust clouds behind it.”
“Use the rear unit as a delaying force. We will focus on attacking the capital.”
“Understood.”
Finally, I found you!
“Tch. They’re slow… what are they dawdling for?”
*Clang! Clang!*
“Enemy, single unit! Intercept it! Board your Knights (Golems)! Don’t let your guard down just because it’s a single unit! Sortie!”
“Understood. [Redacted], sortieing.”
“[Redacted], sortieing.”
Knight (Golem) against Knight (Golem).
The iron rule of war.
The others provided rear support, replenishing and performing emergency repairs on friendly units.
“Get out of the way!”
“Dieeeee!”
*Thud! Clang!*
“What is that performance?”
“Are mass-produced machines just for show? We were tricked. But it’s still two against one.”
After a few exchanges, they noticed.
The output was clearly different. The movements were refined and smooth.
How many years had they trained?
They couldn’t compensate for it with piloting skill alone.
The two pilots judged them to be disguised machines.
The real things were exclusive machines.
From the battles with the heroes before.
Heroic Machine >> Exclusive Machine >> Mass Production Machine
They concluded this and launched a coordinated attack on the possessed Rayos machine.
“Heeeeeere! Soooo!”
“Cheeeesto!”
They switched weapons to a long spear and an axe, expending their Possessed Magic Power to their limits.
“Gaaaaaah. I’ll give you my right arm—”
“What?!”
“If I attack, it hits…”
“Haaaaa. You die.”
“Guh, Gaaaaaaaah.”
“Gotchaaaaaa—”
Rayos’s machine pierced the enemy’s right arm with the long spear, disabling it, and closed in on the enemy machine.
The other machine, using a friendly unit as a shield, was neutralized with an axe.
Rayos gathered Magic Power in the damaged part of its right arm.
And fired it into the enemy machine.
The gathered Magic Power was half that of a Knight (Golem).
It was an overwhelming amount for one machine.
The chest, where the cockpit was located, was melted by a beam of heat, creating a tragic result of a large hole through to its back.
The remaining machine swung its axe in a wide mid-level attack, but.
Rayos’s machine leaped into the air and had both legs severed from below the knee.
“—Up?! Gah—”
It somersaulted in the air.
The fist of its left arm struck the enemy machine.
Rayos’s machine then fell on top of it.
Thanks to the superior durability of the cockpit, the pilot survived.
Possession.
The pilot, writhing in the cockpit, was ejected through the opened chest hatch.
“Ah, gah.”
His life was snuffed out under the sole of the Knight (Golem)’s foot, like crushing an ant.
With a new body, Rayos deceived the enemy forces.
And crept toward the enemy’s main camp.
No one among the enemy saw him crush the real pilot.
The dust kicked up by the fallen machines obscured the view.
His voice might have been heard, but.
“One machine lost.”
“Good work.”
Rayos reproduced the pilot’s voice from the machine’s communication log and impersonated the real one.
“Please disembark. We will be organizing the machines.”
“Sorry. It seems the hatch opening mechanism was distorted during the battle. There wasn’t time to force it open.”
“That’s true. Please lie down in the transport vehicle and rest for a while.”
“Understood.”
Withdrawal.
Rayos lay down in the Knight (Golem) exclusive transport vehicle.
Towards the enemy main camp.
Who is the leader?
“Report.”
“From the rear unit. Let’s hear it.”
Rayos observed the individuals the messenger reported on.
And he identified the last reporter as the enemy commander.
He began his action.
Possession.
“Huh? Did I just hear something?”
“Really? You must be mistaken. See, there was a battle between Knights (Golems) in the rear. Your eardrums are probably just numbed.”
“Is that so?”
“That’s right.”
“You lot! Keep your voices down!”
“Yes, sir. Sorry.”
Behind the two guards watching over the Knights (Golems) to ensure no interruptions during maintenance, an unmanned Knight (Golem) stood up.
Whaaaat?!!
The unmanned Knight (Golem).
The Support Device (Back Weapon) activated.
The cannons on its shoulders seemed to wander, searching for targets.
*Bash!! Bashun!!*
Magic bullets were fired at various units, in rapid succession.
Immediately, nearby Knights (Golems) were activated.
They moved to stop this runaway unmanned Knight (Golem), but.
*Bon! Crackle! Crackle!!*
Half of the seemingly random magic bullets were aimed at the Knight (Golem) pilots.
The names of those who fell in battle were cried out, and only then did the technicians responsible for Knight (Golem) maintenance notice.
*Bashun! Bashushsh!! Booon!!*
The Northern Country Army’s operation to keep their Knights (Golems) at full Possessed Magic Power backfired.
They never imagined that Knights (Golems) within their main camp would be captured.
“General—”
“Waaaaaah”
Several magic bullets struck the area where the generals were gathered.
Heads were lost.
The unit leaders of each unit, fearing failure, could not carry out large-scale operational actions.
“Retreat!!”
“Homeland, retreat!!”
Orders to retreat flew from various locations.
As subordinates and those around them looked on seeking answers about how to deal with the runaway Knight (Golem), the order came:
“Retreat! Obey! We’ll send you to a court-martial (legal execution without question)!”
The disorganized rear of the Northern Country Army.
The Nine Mixed Unit finally caught up.
“Is the Boss alright?!”
“Don’t know. If we defeat the enemy, we’ll meet him, right?”
“Communications are down. Boss! Where are you!?”
“You guys flew too far ahead…”
“We were calculating our Magic Power reserves and…”
“WHAT IF THE BOSS DIES WHILE YOU’RE DOING THAT!!!”
The five Knights (Golems) of the Nine Mixed Unit wreaked havoc.
Within a few hours, the Northern Country Army lost its form as an army.
Scattered and attempting to return to their homeland, they exposed their defenseless backs.
“You guys.”
“Boss—♪!”
“Fire!♪”
“Fliiiiieeeeey♪!!”
A simultaneous volley of magic bullets from six machines.
A rain, rain, rain of magic bullets, expending all Possessed Magic Power.
Gyaaaaaaaa.
Koufuuuu— Gyaaaaaa.
Heeeelp me!? It’s our faaaault— Gyaaaaa.
Surrender and pleas for mercy were not granted.
After blowing away most of them with magic bullets.
The subordinates engaged in human wave tactics.
They dragged out and killed those who were still breathing, or hiding under corpses.
Just in case there was a revival magic.
To be absolutely sure, they stripped the corpses of anything valuable and cremated them to ashes.
“General Nine♪!! Banzai♪! Banzai♪! Banzaiii♪!!”
The Nine Mixed Unit, as promised to the King.
Annihilated the enemy army.
A triumphant return journey.
They returned to the Royal Capital.
The journey back was slow.
Because they were pulling wagons laden with more Spoils of War than on the way there.
Everyone pulled and pushed the wagons with smiles, full of joy.
Then, they noticed the fallen city en route.
The expectant gazes of the subordinates turned to General Nine, asking what they should do.
“Let’s take their horses and wagons♪.”
“Banzai♪! General Nine♪!! Banzai♪! General Nine♪!!”
They executed a looting operation.
They attacked the survivors in their makeshift tents, fleeing the stench of the decaying city.
The fact that the Mato (Magic Communication Device) was missing was confirmed by Nine and his intelligence officers.
Especially the Information Officer, who checked various channels.
They also broadcasted limited jamming signals, to the Royal Capital in the distance.
All preparations were made. More so than the fights with the enemy.
The subordinates trampled on the weak.
They gorged themselves on the remaining food in the city.
“Let go! If anything happens to me, my husband— Aaaahhh!”
The women, covered in soot and with injured limbs, were exposed to the sun and violated.
“Perverts! Beasts! Go to hell! Don’t hurt me! Ah! Don’t hit me, Ah!”
The women spat out foul words, so they were ultimately silenced with violence.
The better-looking women were enjoyed by Nine and his group.
The ones who lost their allure became worn out and were gang-raped by the subordinates.
Some felt pity and confessed their love, asking for marriage.
During the gang rape, they burst into laughter. Jibing, they asked the violated women, are they a match?
Nine and his group also joined in the taunts and laughter. Before they knew it, it was night.
A pause.
For some reason, they emptied all the contents of the intact food buildings and used them as makeshift lodgings.
The women, though half-destroyed, were confined in the butcher’s underground warehouse.
“It’ll be smelly tomorrow morning,” Nine and his group thought.
They would have their subordinates wash them.
“Hammocks have a strange charm, don’t they?”
“You can make them between any two walls.”
“Between trees in the forest would be ideal, but…”
“Bugs and monsters.”
“Robbery.”
“You can only do it on private property of the rich.”
I experienced that when I was a child! The mosquitoes were terrible too!
Ahahahahaha, Hahahahaha♪♪
“The Generals seem to be enjoying themselves… *hiccup*”
“Hey? Don’t spit over here!?”
“…zzz? Spit? Gyaaa, is this spit!?”
“Shut up! I can’t sleep!”
“What did you say~~, you shut up too!”
The subordinates slept in a large room, all crammed together.
If one person made a noise, the neighbor would wake up.
While Nine and his group went to sleep with smiles on their faces, the subordinates ended up unconscious with bruises all over their faces.
