I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution Chapter 248

Episode 248 The Crusade of the Abyss – Last Resistance (7)

“Whoosh whoosh…”

Crocs took a deep breath.

The liquid dripped down with a pattering sound every time his huge body swayed with his breathing.

Crocs himself didn’t know how much was sweat and how much was blood.

His strong, muscular body, which he had always been proud of, had countless stab wounds engraved on it.

“The momentum just now was good…”

Crocs glared at Bael, who had a calm expression on his face as if nothing had happened.

“After all, it is nothing more than a lowly creature.”

Unable to supply humans from Franzia, they instead gather tribes from the Iberica Peninsula as materials for drones.

The devil in front of me was the one who designed it.

Crocs took a breath, trying to suppress his seething anger.

Meanwhile, the wounds all over his body are slowly recovering.

Bael, who saw the scene, spoke bluntly.

“Is this really the saint’s protection? “It’s a little annoying.”

Crocs twitched his fangs.

-Hahaha saint’s protection? There’s no need for that! Tell the Saint Queen to help others! I believe in our God!

-no. Still, I hope you accept it, brother. If something unexpected happens, you are the only one who can hold that devil back for a little while. It is our consideration to help you even a little bit.

I am glad that I listened to my brother’s plea at that time.

Crocs, who had never seen anyone who could even compete with him until now, could not believe it.

For someone who is said to be the best warrior in Iberica, all he can do is avoid fatal wounds.

If it weren’t for the Saint Queen’s protection, he might have already fallen.

In the meantime….

“Chiit, these are just as good!”

From the corner of his eye, Crocs saw Shandra attacking with a somersault, blocking the demon’s sword strike and falling straight down.

“Big…!”

All Karok could do was groan and endure.

Bael’s royal guard was living up to its name, Pride.

Even his henchmen, including the revolutionary army and Iberica’s brothers, were being wiped out in front of those who could not stand up to them.

Moreover, there are endless drones pouring in so that they cannot focus their attacks on them.

“Don’t back down! Keep fighting!”

Even Nicola of the vanguard was struggling, but there was nothing he could do about being gradually pushed back.

Besides…

“Let me just wrap this up.”

As Crocs was catching his breath, Bael immediately turned his back and tried to attack his allies.

“Where!”

Crocs rushed forward –

the ax he swung with both hands was blocked by one of Bael’s swords, and the other sword aimed at his neck.

“laugh!”

He quickly dodged, but this time, Bael’s sword cut a line of blood on his neck.

If I was a little late, my neck would fall off.

However, if he does not deal with them, he is trying to slaughter the allied forces, so he is forced to continue fighting, risking his life in every battle.

“This doesn’t change anything. “It will only end in your death.”

Bael’s words contained the truth, but Crocs burst into laughter.

“Hahahaha….”

When Bael narrowed his eyes for the first time, Crocs grinned, showing his fangs.

“Isn’t it already changing? devil.”

“hmm?”

Bael was puzzled.

And soon he realized that the march of the drones, which had seemed like they were rushing into the enemy camp in droves and threatening to collapse the defense line with his SS at any moment, had stopped.

* * *

“Hey!”

When a horse’s hooves hit the ground, the vibration is transmitted through the legs and through the horse’s body.

The refreshing breeze that greets you while running at high speed.

“Ugh?”

“How did these barbaric humans end up here!”

“Ha ha! “Accept the sword of the uncivilized human, you handsome demons!”

The feeling of the sword being swung with all its momentum digging into the flesh, the sense of freedom that comes from cutting the resistance that meets it.

From the legs to the waist, from the hands to the shoulders and all the way to the head.

The exhilarating thrill and excitement of battle.

Jerome Morel loved all the sensations of being on a horse.

“Yaaaaaa!”

“Long live France!”

Everyone is in the same mood, running with courage that borders on brutality and massacring the defenseless artillery behind the enemy lines.

They demonstrated their horseback riding skills and mobility tactics that they had developed as a light cavalry unit while experiencing numerous wars.

They successfully penetrated from the left wing, stirred up the center, and infiltrated the rear.

“Haha, it’s awesome! After all, cavalry is a charge!”

Jerome Morel looked around with joy.

“Hwiyu – it’s spectacular!”

drone drone drone drone.

Drones are rushing in from all directions to chase after them as they maneuver through the enemy lines.

What would his close friend Raphael Balian say if he saw this?

Jerome Morel laughed and looked at his men, whose numbers had been reduced considerably.

During the charge, quite a few cavalry units fell.

Some people got hit by drones, some got shot, some got hit by artillery fire, and some- well. Anyway, he died gloriously on the battlefield.

Most of them were fearless and wonderful light cavalrymen who died before they were even 30 years old.

Most of his subordinates who are currently chasing and slashing away at the demons who are frantically running away from the so-called ‘superior’ race will meet the same fate as him.

Still, it is visible that the burden on the defense line has been eased thanks to them.

As the offensive of drones, which had almost broken through the defense line, was cut off as they chased after them, the collapsing defense line was quickly being repaired.

Jerome Morel shouted in a cheerful voice.

“You bastards of Chasseur!”

You can also see demons coming from afar with machine guns.

“Old general-!”

Still, all of the Chasseurs raised their sabers and responded with crackling voices, and Jérôme Morel shouted with pride.

“You guys are so cool! “Fuck you, you’re a fucking man!”

“The general is such a man! Hahahaha!”

No more words are needed.

Jerome Morel and the light cavalry ran frantically, jumping here and there among the drones coming from all directions, trying to kill even one more demon.

* * *

“Such an idiot…”

Bael gritted his teeth.

Now, if we push a little harder, it will collapse, but we are just being led around by a cavalry decoy.

Meanwhile, the sight of the cavalry fighting on both wings beginning to collapse caught Bael’s eyes.

Demons are dignified.

Especially those who are faithful to Bael’s will and know how to discern between right and wrong.

However, they are being swayed and collapsed by these mere inferior races.

Even those who should have pride and qualifications are tarnishing the name of ‘Pride’.

All of that made Bael angry.

Bael adjusted his sword in both hands and advanced.

“Ugh!”

For every step he takes, the muscular orc takes two steps back, leaving a corresponding number of scars.

Does not matter.

Neither their lame buying time nor their insignificant victory will make any difference.

No matter how many demons are foolish and incompetent that do not meet their qualifications, no matter how many of them disappoint him.

There is a person who is the pride of the ‘Pride’ demon tribe.

Although they are small in number, there is an SS unit that is currently at his side, destroying those inferior races.

The proudest, most powerful, and most superior beings.

While Bael was trampling the orcs in front of him, he measured the distance to the magic axis of the great magic they had deployed.

The drones will soon return anyway, and there is a limit to the need to hastily repair the defense line, which has already been shaken once, as long as he and the SS remain intact.

“Ooooooooo!”

Bael easily struck down the orc’s ax that was charging at him, and at the same time swung another sword and destroyed the cannon that was preparing to fire from afar.

The enemy’s insignificant guns pose no threat to him or his SS.

Even the orcs, which the lower races had grown up to be the strongest and prepared for, are just helpless.

If the current trend continues, we will reach it in 2 hours at most.

After cutting off the heads of the Saint Queen and the Magic Tower Lord, there is no chance of victory for them.

After finishing his judgment, a smile spread across Bael’s lips.

In the end, it’s just a difference between being a little faster or a little slower.

As long as they exist, all that is allowed to those inferior races is a fate of despair and destruction.

“Ready to fire!”

So even when Bael glanced at the newly appeared enemy infantry, he did not pay much attention.

I remember that flag because it was reported to me.

The Revolutionary Guards, the most elite unit of the Franzian Army.

Even so, by human standards, he poses no threat to him or the SS.

The reason Bael remembers their information is not because it is important, but because he automatically memorizes it just by receiving reports.

“aiming!”

Those lowly humans all raised their muskets, but Bael and the SS naturally also put up a magical barrier and focused on slaughtering the enemies in front of them.

“launch!”

Bullets rained down all at once

I heard a sound that should never have been heard.

“What?”

The magic barrier hit by the bullet collapsed in vain.

Bael raised his sword and struck them down in the moment when the bullets shattered the barrier with white light.

But his guards, who were focused on other enemies, could not.

“Ugh…!”

“Kahak!”

“What kind of person is this…!”

The consecration bullet of the Holy Church.

The anomaly of firing a surprise salvo using ridiculously expensive bullets that could not have been used by ordinary soldiers pierced the devils’ arrogance.

“It worked!”

“I did it, I did it, I did it! “This defense master has done it again!”

The moment everyone was filled with excitement, the Orc shouted.

“Wipe it all away!”

The magic barrier collapsed, and the insignificant inferior races rushed towards the SS, which was filled with divine power and groaned from the pain of the burning bullets.

“Kwaaaak!”

“Master Bael…!”

Humans, orcs, beasts, and goblins rush in and kill them one by one.

Bael’s pride.

A symbol of ‘pride’.

The beings who should have been the proudest, most powerful, and most superior meet their end, coughing up blood, falling to the ground, and writhing in pain.

A spark flashed in Bael’s eyes.

“dare!”

“Oh no!”

Before Crocs could react, the magical power that swirled around the two swords split the air.

* * *

Before I could come to my senses, I was drunk with the pride of having caught someone off guard with a consecrated bullet.

A huge purple sword flies through the air.

“Wow!”

The members of the Revolutionary Guard gathered all the magical energy they had and put up a shabby magical barrier in front of the flying sword.

“Ugh! “I’m dying!”

The moment when Damien de Mirbeau, curled up holding his head, faced inevitable death.

“please…!”

Feeling the energy of divine power seeping into my body along with Eris’ earnest voice, I ran like crazy and jumped in front of them.

bang!

Just from barely hitting you, an insane amount of pressure hits your body, enough to make you lose your senses.

“Ugh…!”

While I resist the feeling that the storm of magic is swirling like crazy and will crush my body, it feels as if all the magic and divine power in my body will be sucked out.

Still, I can’t back down.

Christine’s faith.

Eris’s hope.

The weight of so many people who fell to survive until this moment.

Even more than this.

Because it’s much heavier than this.

“Ah ah ah ah ah!”

Squeezing all my strength –

a little.

It was lifted very slightly.

“Khaak!”

“Your Excellency the Marquis!”