I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution Chapter 237

Episode 237 The Crusade of the Abyss – Clash (3)

Soldiers who had once completely lost their will to fight roared and waved their weapons.

Even though I was freed from the nightmare thanks to Eris, my fear of the countless drones in front of me disappeared.

Eris’ speech was not flashy or sophisticated.

Nevertheless, the reason she took control of the soldiers at once was because her own actions supported this.

A miracle possible because no one doubts that the so-called Saint Queen would leave them alone on the battlefield.

That alone is enough for us to fight now.

I saluted Eris quietly.

Eris also nodded at me.

But there is no time to take it easy.

Chuck –

A very disturbing sound rang out, as if it had been waiting.

The sound of perfectly coordinated footsteps that would be difficult for an army of living people to follow.

The sound of footsteps made by one million drones sounds like an earthquake.

I saw Paimon in the distance glaring at me.

A firm hostility that has never been shown before.

Even from this distance, the flesh itself seems to prick the skin.

That actually made me laugh.

Has he finally recognized me as a true enemy?

Now look.

You always act like you have the upper hand and think you’ve led them into a trap this time, but you’ve always failed.

They thought that Pierre de Lafayette was some kind of deviant and paid attention to me.

Surely, I am as deviant as they think.

Since we went through a regression that would never have happened in the first place, it is not unreasonable for them to see it that way.

However, although it may have been a regression in the beginning, it was a big mistake to think that I was special.

Christine, who must have been poisoned for nothing, is by my side, supporting and helping me as the person who is more precious to me than anyone else.

Gaston, who would have fallen while blocking the revolutionary army without even understanding his loyalty until the end, has made a name for himself as a knight stronger than anyone else and is leading my cuirassier cavalry at this very moment.

The revolution, which was started from seeds sown by demons and would have collapsed after throwing Francia and the Central Continent into turmoil, changed in a much better direction just by being given the opportunity.

Division and conflict disappeared, and Eris, who was once framed as a witch and executed, became the queen, a supporter of the revolution, and its spiritual leader.

It’s not just the revolution and Francia.

Waves of change have already enveloped the entire Central Continent, and now everything is beyond the devils’ control.

Their move to turn their attention to Iberica after claiming that Franzia’s troubles had stopped led Crocs, a mere slave of Iberica, to establish a kingdom that had never existed in history.

Even the Germanian Empire, which fought with us in blood, is with us. The Gilles de Lionel they used is Gilles von Leonhardt, who is pointing her sword at the devils.

What about Krafte?

The king of the military nation that is said to be the strongest of mankind and fought a decisive battle with Francia is now burning with the same fighting spirit as Francia, which has the highest fighting spirit in the allied forces.

Eris’s will influenced even the corrupt church, Christine’s wisdom attracted the Magic Kingdom and the Northern United Kingdom, and Talleyrand’s skill persuaded even the arrogant Eastern Empire.

There’s no way I could do this alone.

They only focused on me and that’s why they failed.

Because they are dealing with ‘us’, not me.

I shouted, turning away from Paimon’s burning gaze.

“In an operational formation to convey orders to each unit!”

“ancient! “Each unit is in operational formation!”

“Send a messenger!”

As soon as the order is given, the commander and officers begin to move busily.

We weren’t playing around.

Even if the morale of the soldiers is at an all-time low, the decision to withdraw may not be made.

We were gathering all our wisdom and coming up with a way to fight them.

As always in the many hopeless war situations we have experienced so far, this time too we will cross the line of fire and achieve victory.

Even if there are a million drones in front of you.

Because there are everyone here that I can attract.

and.

I walked quickly and approached the person who had been keeping his eyes on me for a while.

Even though he is wearing an admiral’s uniform and his eyes are tense, he still has a light smile on his face.

As a naval admiral, she cannot use ships in ground battles.

Since the main country of Franzia is connected through the door, there is no reason for her to be on this battlefield.

Still, she decided to stay here, and from the moment the door opened, she has been overseeing the supply management of over 1 million of our allied forces.

I said with a light smile.

“Then I trust you with the supply during the battle, Admiral.”

Christine also smiled and answered.

“I trust you too, Commander. Ammunition, shells, food, whatever. “You can use it generously.”

“That is a truly luxurious war.”

This is what Christine, not anyone else, said, so just use it like water.

And there is a person right here who can say these words right behind your back. stay with me

“For you, Christine.”

“For you Pierre.”

We smiled at each other and then turned our backs to our respective battlefields.

All preparations are complete.

Now, let me deal with you.

Come Paimon.

* * *

“Start firing!”

“launch!”

“Feuer!”

The cannons fire all at once, and dozens of shells are poured into the enemy camp in succession.

There is no need for aiming.

The fog has cleared and the view is clearly visible.

No matter where you look, drones are approaching, filling the ground.

If you just shoot at random, the drones will hit you wherever you shoot, so the artillerymen are firing their cannons non-stop.

The enemies weren’t just getting hit either.

Piiiiing –

Piiii –

A distinctive roar sounds and rockets fly in.

However –

a golden barrier was erected in the sky, and rockets filled the air with a series of explosions before they reached our troops.

“Ohh-”

“Waaaaaa!”

“The Queen of Saints blesses you!”

The soldiers who saw the scene cheered and raised their morale.

And it didn’t end there.

Eris’s presence and the opening of the door pushed the fog further back.

In other words, the enemy’s rocket battery was confirmed with the naked eye –

a rumbling –

the sky began to rumble.

The demons carrying the rocket batteries tried to hurriedly flee the scene, but the flashing fire came down faster than them.

We can clearly see that a pillar of fire that is loud enough to be heard falls from the sky to where we are, burning the demons, and the rockets that they were supposed to launch at us explode in succession, leaving no trace of them.

“Oh… it’s spectacular.”

Chief of Staff Alexandre Werther was impressed.

While the Storm Witch controls weather changes, the Magic Tower lord literally controls the flame itself. I would say it really suits his fiery temperament.

Indeed, at that level, it is a mystery that is worthy of being called a wise man. No matter how many cannons you bring, they can’t have that much impact and firepower.

“Did you see it, you insignificant fools? This is the greatness of magic! Bow your head and marvel at this brilliant power! Ahhh! Of course, the Count of Aquitaine doesn’t need to do that. “More donations wouldn’t be enough.”

…The problem is that the person who caused the miracle forgot his own mystery.

“Haaa!”

Lewis let out a cheer and at the same time, lightning struck from the sky and struck down the demons that were approaching with machine guns among the drones.

Quite a bit, Louis.

Soon, fireballs fly in as the magicians collectively chant a spell, burning the drones and the demons mixed in.

“Wow, this thing has a lot of firepower.”

I also smiled and gave instructions to Louis Desget’s tongue-in-cheek remark.

“Thanks to this, the artillery only needs to fire quickly. Since wizards have a limit to their magic power, they should focus on precision striking threatening enemies, and the artillery should deliver steady firepower.”

“I understand, Your Excellency the Marquis de Lafayette!”

The range of the rocket battery was so long that even skirmishers had to be mobilized in the fog to estimate the coordinates and fire the artillery, which couldn’t be more convenient than this.

The rocket battery will be taken care of by the Magic Tower owner, so we can just keep projecting firepower without needing to measure the distance and move the battery for unnecessary anti-artillery fire.

“Drones keep approaching!”

nevertheless.

No matter how many troops are reduced to pieces of meat and no matter how caught up in the fire, the drones advance without wavering.

Even though they were once alive, they were reduced to mere puppets acting according to Paimon’s will.

I turned my head and looked at Damien de Mirbeau.

“Are the preparations for the emplacements and defense lines complete?”

“Yes old! His Excellency the Marquis de Lafayette! “Preparations have been thoroughly completed!”

“Okay, I guess I should add one more brilliant major to your record as a ‘master of defense,’ right?”

“That’s right. “I would like to thank His Excellency the Marquis de Lafayette for giving me this honorable opportunity.”

…I told him nice things and said I was in a good mood for the first time in a while, but this guy’s face.

I intentionally used a little magic power and hit his shoulder.

“100 million!”

“good! Move to the location where you left it!”

Damien left the command center while grumbling something.

That guy is swearing at me just now, right? Even if he is rotten, he is still a knight.

Still, there is a part of me that believes in it.

“Lieutenant Colonel Giselle Darby. “I believe you will assist Commander Mirbo well.”

After hearing what I said, Giselle immediately saluted me and then responded with a small smile.

“Please leave it to me, His Excellency the Marquis de Lafayette! …Commander Mirbo will also do well in the field.”

“Ah yes.”

Yes, I know.

Even though he looks so unreliable, he does it when he has to.

So, I was able to take on the role of repaying a little of what I had suffered from the time I landed on this island until now.

Let’s take a look at how well Mirbo is doing…

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The plains are already starting to get obscured by the acrid smoke.

Paimon was walking with great strides, making a crunching sound in his hands.

In any case, most of the demon army is led by Bael, and the troops he commands are mostly those that use rocket batteries and machine guns.

The main force and most of them are drones.

There is no need for his command.

For him, communicating to drones is as natural as breathing, and the enormous magical energy that makes it possible is being extracted and transmitted from Pandemonium at this very moment.

The reason Paimon was walking along the lines now was simple.

‘Now who should I tear to death to make Pierre cry out in sorrow?’

The succubi said that Christine D’Aquitaine, Marchioness of Lafayette, was on this island.

His physical ability is at the level of an ordinary human noble, so it wouldn’t be difficult to catch him.

Do you think it would be okay to rip out that woman’s head right in front of Pierre?

If it is obvious that he will be behind because he is a non-combatant, what about the Saint Queen?

Or Pierre’s favorite knight, Gaston?

Whoever it is, I have to crush everything I can get my hands on to get rid of this feeling – I

thought to Paimon that way and turned my gaze forward.

What the enemies do is the same.

The artillery fires shells continuously, killing the drones en masse, and the light infantry comes ahead and fires, reducing the number of people.

The light infantry, which has a high range and a good accuracy rate, wipes out the drones with a volley of fire, and those who rush in unharmed are eliminated by skirmishers using rifled rifles.

It’s an efficient move they’ve been researching to eliminate drones in their own way, but that’s it.

Until now, Paimon had somehow been able to survive by steadily deploying thousands of drones.

Now the door has been opened and command of all drones activated by Bael has been secured.

Nevertheless, Paimon had no intention of acknowledging the situation of those who had ruined his plan, let alone grasping the subject and retreating.

That’s a million drones.

No matter how much they slaughter, slaughter, and slaughter, there is no way a fight between drones, which are powered by an endless supply of magic power, and humans, who will one day become exhausted, cannot be fought.

In the end, you will be pushed and pushed to death by the endless waves of drones.

All Paimon will do is deploy as many drones as possible at once and destroy them in an instant.

Paimon eventually saw the scene where their light infantry was forced to run away in a hurry by a swarm of drones that did not stop shooting and firing.

Now, the bombardment is pouring down and the line infantry is firing salvoes and clashing.

The moment I thought that, the line infantry behind the light infantry began to fall back.

What is that?

The drones chasing the fleeing infantry are bombarded with artillery fire and magic, giving the infantry time to retreat.

Has your morale been broken by being overwhelmed by the drone army?

If that were the case, we wouldn’t have fought in the first place.

Paimon had doubts, but that didn’t last long.

Because there was a long hole dug behind the Allied infantry.

Is it a trench line? Paimon thought so, but there were pontoon bridges installed on top of it.

Rather than entering the trenches, the Allied soldiers crossed the bridge –

clearing it before the drones that were furiously pursuing them could reach them.

And on the other side, the direct-firing guns exposed to the front began pouring down a barrage of bullets.

“under.”

While Paimon was laughing, a storm of pellets engulfed the drones.

Countless drones fall to pieces, tattered.

“What a foolish move.”

But it doesn’t stop.

One million drones move steadily forward.

Shot bombardment at close range boasts overwhelming firepower, but ultimately takes time to reload.

The infantry’s musket fire rained down on the drones that approached beyond the storm of pellets, and countless drones fell down.

However, muskets also require time to reload.

No matter what they did, whether they fired bullets or muskets, the drones moved forward steadily, over the fragments and corpses of their comrades, and eventually reached the pit dug by the Allied forces.

A pit so deep and wide that it is impossible to cross.

Cross over the bridge and then clean it up? Did you think you wouldn’t be able to cross over like that?

“They’re like idiots.”

There are too many troops.

He can do things that ordinary human soldiers cannot do.

Just as Paimon thought, the drones jumped into the pit.

It seems like it was prepared with some effort in advance, but that doesn’t mean it would be possible to collapse the entire ground.

At best, it’s a trench-sized pit, and you can easily get over it.

A drone jumps to the ground, then another drone jumps on top of it, and another drone jumps on top of it.

Even if they are crushed, crushed, and broken under each other’s weight.

Drones have no fear or pain.

One piece of fabric becomes the floor, and another piece of fabric becomes the legs.

“I’m disappointed, Pierre.”

Even after seeing how they got over the castle wall in Iberica, they pulled such a stupid trick.

In an instant, the drones are about to jump into the half-filled pit –

Quagwagwang!

A huge explosion and a vibration as if from an earthquake shook the ground.

The connection with many of the countless drones connected to Paimon just disappeared for a moment.

Paimon slowly turned his gaze and laughed as he saw the huge explosion that occurred in the pit his drones jumped into and the flames that rose as a result.

Did you prepare explosives in advance because you knew the drones would jump in? Because you thought they would create a human barrier and overcome them?

Even as Paimon was thinking, the human army beyond the burning pit was continuously pouring down bullets and musket fire, and the

drones were jumping into the fire pit and burning repeatedly.

“…Pierre.”

Paimon gritted his teeth and growled, but

had no choice but to order the drones to step back.