I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution Chapter 239

Episode 239 The Temple of the Abyss – When you look into the abyss, you hear,

“Pierre Pierre Pierre…!”

Paimon scratched his head nervously.

It was not the first loss to Pierre de Lafayette.

They were defeated at Iberica and their horns were cut off, and they were defeated by unexpected reinforcements just before they could build the gate.

Still, at that time, I was either distracted or had another card left in my hand.

I was confident that I would win the next time I faced him.

In addition to Iberica, which was not seen as a threat from the beginning, an overwhelming number of drones remained even when construction of the gate was eventually allowed.

Above all, the defeat suffered by Pierre ultimately worked in Paimon’s favor.

But the current defeat.

It was an offensive aimed at annihilating them all at once.

It was a battle I could never lose, and I thought there was no way I could lose it.

They landed on the island and fought countless times.

I thought I had already fully figured out the enemy’s tactics, and in reality, Pierre de Lafayette and the Allied forces were suffering according to his intentions and were driven to the brink of defeat.

But I never thought they would use such a tactic as soon as they use a saint to chase away the succubi.

Paimon, who was thinking like that, paused.

After landing on the island, he thought everything went as he intended.

It is said that they used the succubi to keep track of the enemy’s movements, toy with the allied forces, and overwhelm them.

But…

has Paimon ever defeated Pierre without the help of the succubi?

An unexpected pincer attack in Iberica.

It was read as an attack on a reconnaissance unit.

They believed they could collapse the gate just before construction, but were caught off guard by reinforcements.

And until this battle, when I thought I had seen everything from the Allied Forces, they were defeated.

It was as if Pierre was overpowering him-

Paimon thought about it until then and stopped thinking.

No, that’s too much thinking. That can’t be possible.

This was simply a problem due to the specificity of the situation.

It is a battle fought by operating 1 million drones.

There is no way that it can be maintained with the magical power of lesser races, and it is being maintained by extracting the magical energy of demons that have already been purged.

If you repeat the operation of such large-scale drones just a few times, the demons that provide magical power will dry out and die much faster than the drones will be completely destroyed.

So a quick resolution was needed.

Since we had a good understanding of the Allied forces’ strength anyway, we thought we would win if we pushed ahead, so we immediately deployed them without any preparation.

Only then would there be a chance of victory by wiping out the Allied Forces, or at least securing appropriate magic extraction materials, ending the war with a truce, and opposing Bael.

Pierre and the Allied Forces also resisted fiercely, so the increased loss of drones was within the expected range, but saving magic power was more important than losing drones anyway.

The result of suffering from such impatience was a crushing defeat with only a lot of mana consumed and no record of any change.

If this happens, he will have to prepare thoroughly and fight again. The preparations will also be done with drones, so magical energy will be consumed again.

No matter how many drones there are, they are meaningless unless they are supplied with magical power.

Because most of the biological functions have been removed from the body and instead a circuit to operate using magic power has been installed, the drones soon lose their form if the supply of magic power is cut off or if there is no head to maintain the body through magic power and receive commands. .

With this one defeat, even if Paimon were to win against Pierre, his chances of winning against Bael were greatly reduced.

Paimon gritted his teeth until they made a grinding sound.

A phantom pain, as if heat rising from the horn that had been cut off a long time ago, seeps out.

Is this an obsession? Is it hate? If not that too.

“Excuse me, Paimon.”

Paimon, who was filled with anger, looked away and saw a succubus floating in the air, flapping its wings.

Their pale complexions clearly showed how greatly they had been shocked by the holy woman’s divine protection being forcibly repelled from the minds of the Allied Forces.

“Most of the sisters have come to their senses now.”

What was the name of this succubus?

Was it Leah?

There is nothing worth remembering.

Things that are inefficient and base, unbecoming of demons who live as parasites on the emotions and aspirations of inferior races.

“The purpose that Paimon requested has already been achieved to some extent, but carrying out further missions seems difficult. So, the Succubus unit would like to be allowed to return to Pandemonium and wait.”

Paimon furrowed his brows.

Come to think of it, isn’t he suffering like this because Gremory, their leader, played a trick in Iberica?

At that time, it was just a grudge and ultimately helped to collapse the Abyss Corporation system, so I overlooked it, but now…

“…Paimon?”

Paimon’s mood, which was already low, became even lower as Leah flinched when she saw his expression.

In any case, they have inferior physical abilities and are timid, but they cannot survive without inferior races.

How about allowing them to contribute a little more efficiently?

As his thoughts reached that point, Paimon’s hand was gripping Leah’s neck before he even realized it.

“Ugh Pa Paimon?”

“I’ve been thinking about it, but if it’s useless for the war anyway, wouldn’t you also be contributing to the Abyss Corporation by supplying magical power?”

“There is no way Gremory-sama would allow such a thing!”

“I’m mistaken, but you’re a succubus. “Do you think Gremory has the power to protect you?”

In the end, the scarecrow who refuses to vote in favor of war even in this situation and only protects his position as CEO by relying on Bael’s mercy?

The moment when Leah’s face turned white and Paimon smiled cruelly when he saw that.

“You are truly mistaken, Paimon. “Who gave you the authority to make that decision?”

An arrogant and stern voice was heard.

Paimon wrinkled his face and let go of Leia’s neck, and the succubus chuckled, spun around in the air, and spoke to Bael.

“CEO of the great Pride company. My sisters and I carried out our mission as ordered by the Abyss Corporation, but we no longer have the strength to carry out our mission. “Please allow me to return.”

Bael looked at Leah with indifferent eyes and slowly nodded.

“I allow it. “Go back to Gremory.”

“…Thank you for your generous mercy.”

Leia flew away immediately and Paimon clicked his tongue.

“Ha, you are very generous. Demon King. “Are you only lenient on Gremory?”

Paimon chuckled, but Bael chuckled.

“Gremory has not rebelled against me and does not dare to challenge me. “Is there any reason to be harsh to such a person?”

Paimon, realizing that it was a blatant ridicule, gritted his teeth, but Bael continued speaking in a relaxed tone.

“Likewise, Paimon. “I will not punish you even for your miserable defeat.”

You haven’t rebelled against me yet, and you don’t even have the power to threaten me.

Paimon’s face distorted at the words, which were almost like assertions.

But it cannot be refuted.

In the first place, he showed his fangs too early, and damn Pierre didn’t give in until he had to drag the saint down.

Now is the time to bow down.

Even after coming to a conclusion, Paimon was shaken.

That long wait was ruined by a misjudgment of Pierre and the Allied forces’ fighting intentions.

If I give in now, when will the next opportunity be?

No, is it coming?

“…Have you come to mock me, foolish me, great demon king?”

In the end, Bael answered Paimon’s question, unable to hide his feelings, in an extremely arrogant tone.

“I have come to end this war.”

* * *

The supply that Christine assured exceeded expectations.

Just two days later, a huge amount of supplies began to arrive, and the Allied commanders screamed in joy at the amount that exceeded what they had imagined.

“Hmm hmm. “You’re not charging us for the ammunition, right?”

Even King Henry I of Krafte, who had been shamelessly using ammunition like water, was so surprised that he asked for confirmation.

“I will not charge you a separate fee, Your Majesty. Instead, I would like to hope for some convenience in the transaction between the Kingdom of Krafte and the upper reaches of Aquitaine.”

“…Good. Let’s look at it positively. But is it really okay? Preparing this much ammunition….”

“The more close combat we have with drones to save ammunition, the greater the sacrifice of our soldiers. And once morale is broken, there is no turning back.”

I answer.

“The ammunition used by the Krafte army is ultimately intended to reduce Frangia’s sacrifice, so I am making an investment of sorts.”

When Christine added, King Henry I looked a little shaken, then sighed softly and said,

“damn. “I think I know why we had no choice but to lose the war with Franzia.”

Christine responded with an elegant smile, and I also chuckled.

We are certainly using it heavily, but we will receive priority in receiving the magic engineering technology that the Allied Forces will hand over to the Magic Kingdom.

No matter what, since she’s Christine, she doesn’t do anything that will cause any harm.

In comparison…

“As the Commander-in-Chief of the Revolutionary Army, I would also like to thank His Majesty the King.”

“At least I came prepared so I wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of you.”

As Henry I said, the Krafte army brought a force almost equivalent to that of the Germanian Empire.

The advance force led by General Scharnhorst and the second landing force commanded by Henry I were not enough, but even the main force joined when the gate was opened.

Considering the actual size of the country and population, Krafte has also made a huge investment.

“Although it was a promise made by His Majesty the late King, I did not know that he would participate so actively.”

In the midst of the war with Franzia, the king made a ridiculous promise that if we won, he would support the war against the Abyss Corporation.

It was more of a bluff than a promise, but the King kept his word and it was actually stated in the peace agreement, so it must have been difficult to clean his mouth.

However, considering the losses they suffered during the war, Krafte brought almost all of its available troops.

Even the King himself took it upon himself.

Eris’s original personality is like that and she has the symbolism of being a saintly king, and Crocs of the Iberian Brotherhood is a warrior culture, but Krafte really responded more positively than expected.

Henry I looked at me quietly and opened his mouth.

“Your country suffered from demons.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Henry I slowly turned his gaze and answered, looking in the direction of Pandemonium.

“We also suffered from demons. …I don’t know if that devil is out there.”

* * *

Pandemonium, the capital of the Abyss Corporation.

A dungeon in the spire of the Abyss Corporation headquarters.

“…Phuhuhuh.”

The devil, who was bound and scrawny with only his body left, laughed hoarsely.

The devil, who I thought would never come here, was in front of me, and he thought he was very happy about the visit. It was funny, so the devil whose limbs were cut off laughed for a while and then asked.

“Did you come to mock me by coming all the way to such a squalid place?”

The other person was silent for a moment and then slowly called to him.

“Bassago.”

“I never thought the day would come when my name would sound so sweet.”

After thinking about it for a while, he slowly opened his mouth and called the other person’s name.

“Gremory.”