Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint Chapter 205

EP.205 A land flowing like a river – 7

Non-raid raids continued. Historia expressed disapproval of the tireless guerrilla war using the king of beasts.

“…Shit.”

Musketeers. A versatile, long-distance containment unit led by Historia herself.

Having made their way ahead, they set up their positions far ahead and poured bullets into them.

The goal of the musketeers was to engage in a delaying battle by holding off the other side until the main force arrived, repeating reconnaissance and checks. The supplied salt bullets were sprinkled generously to defeat the enemy.

Even the progenitor was able to repulse, even for a moment.

However, the existence that appeared next was unexpected.

‘The dog king?’

Rather, when the boy with the invisible sword jumps out, Historia can just nod and face it directly.

However, the king of dogs in thick armor was not to be dealt with, and it was difficult to do so. With no rounds to waste there, Historia ordered an immediate ceasefire.

Like that, the dog king walked quickly to the middle of the musketeers without any hindrance. The musketeers glanced at the dog king nervously. No matter how harmless it is, it is a monster that can destroy a base just by struggling.

It was the time when Historia approached to kick them out herself. One of the soldiers raised a finger.

“Chief! gadfly!”

Only then did Historia notice that something was hanging from the dog’s king’s back. While contemplating whether to shoot it or not, the bag on his back suddenly swelled up.

It was tear gas.

It was only for a moment, but the musketeers who were aiming at the container cried out in pain. It was because he had to keep aiming even in the midst of Historia’s wrath.

In the meantime, the dog king rolled on the ground as if in pain, but anyway. It was this one that got hit.

‘It’s eating away at my nerves.’

In order to press the other side, he took an advantageous position and fired one-sidedly. But far from being nervous, the other side harassed them with all sorts of means.

The dog king jumped out, howled and went back. bullets were wasted When Historia, who was worse off, ordered only the founder to fire, the dog king snooped around wearing a pitch-black parasol just in time. The tense soldiers then reflexively fired special bullets.

When I told him not to shoot and to wait and see, only then did the real founder appear. People screamed.

Every time the random box was opened, the nerve cords of the musketeers stretched and shrunk dozens of times like rubber bands, eventually losing their elasticity and becoming limp.

It was a familiar tactic. Isn’t it one of the doctrines that the military state mainly adopts?

‘That’s your plan, hey. It was your opinion that an army, a group of people, could use the same psychological warfare against people.’

The army’s combat doctrine was simple. When general soldiers or officers consume qigong or mana, generals, including generals, organize them. That’s it.

Anyway, the regular soldiers were annoying, but they were treated just like a bunch of flies. Until Historia came along.

The Historia, which shoots guns with qigong, was the last piece the military was looking for. As threatening gunfire was added to the check fire, ordinary soldiers, who were mere discards, rose to a position where they could be strategically operated in the military.

‘okay. Like the dog king now.’

Historia thoughtfully watched the dog king trudging back.

‘The dog king is harmless. But we don’t know what’s on the back, so we have to be careful.’

Maybe the dog king himself wouldn’t kill people, but what’s the point. I don’t know what was in the bag. Thanks to this, the Musketeers had to remain vigilant at all times.

While the dog king, assumed to be out of power, is strategically utilized, the force on this side remains unchanged. Naturally, I have no choice but to be on the defensive.

‘flaw. It’s still the same as stabbing a weak point that hurts…’

It was about the time she finished thinking.

Historia was looking through the sights at a container that was strangely less saturated than the other containers. A supply officer gave a short salute and approached.

“Chief. I ran out of ammunition…”

“I contacted the signalman. Pick up supplies at the next point.”

“…I will prepare it.”

Despite the imminent arrival of supplies, the officer’s steps did not regain strength. This is because it was not only ammunition that was fundamentally depleted.

It was a resource that consumed even mental strength and concentration.

‘…It’s dangerous. It would be difficult if the other side jumped out now.’

Historia involuntarily smiled at the tension that gripped her whole body. Her body heated up before the fight.

it’s too late

The frequency of bullets has decreased, and when Aji appears, the reaction from the other side is delayed. There may be a problem with reflexes in the delayed reaction, but there will also be a psychology that is reluctant to use bullets itself. It must have run out of ammo.

The sun must have risen enough. I raised myself with a defiant smile.

“It was about time. Now, Aji courier delivery is temporarily suspended. Aji has worked hard enough.”

Having said that, we’ve had a ton of fun with the bomb delivery puppies now.

Aji can’t harm people. With a lethal bomb dangling behind his back, he will run away from humans.

But what about tear gas? Bombs that do not kill people, but only make them suffer. Thanks to that, I was able to strategically make full use of Aji, who can’t attack humans. Coincidentally, the one the regressor was holding was also a

wind bullet…

…Instead, Aji seems to have strategically antagonized me. Surprised, I put the pre-cooked meat in front of Aji and said as softly as possible.

“Ah. you are the best! As a fighting dog, there is no other performance like this!”

“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

Hey, you should like this level of praise.

A runny nose was dripping from his red nose from sneezing. Her eyes were also red with tears, but rather than sensitivity, they were clearly hostile eyes.

I said while wiping Aji’s eyes and nose with a wet handkerchief.

“Come on, let’s eat meat! I will not forget your hard work.”

“Err. share.”

“No, what the hell is the stake?”

“Grrr.”

“okay. He’s no different than a thug! Now, I’ll give you a share. okay? Take care of yourself!”

“…bruise! 10%!”

No, no matter what you did, 10% already. What happens when it reaches 100%?

Aji, who relaxed his expression before I even checked, sat down and started chewing the meat. Normally, dog food was delicious, but now the face chewing meat seemed to be chewing on the enemy.

For the time being, I want you to adjust to your mood. hmm.

“Wouldn’t you like it if you pretended not to know later?”

“…I got it. I’ll take good care of you. I can’t pretend I don’t know you.”

“bruise!”

I feel like I’ve improved, but I’m scared because I don’t know why. Anyway, it’s true that I worked hard, so I have to admit it.

Leaving Aji sniffing and eating meat, he gestured towards the Tirna regressor who had been holding his breath so far.

“Have we been too humble in front of the violence of many of us? Shall we go for revenge soon?”

As if Tyr had been waiting, he slung the parasol over his shoulder. There was a subtle smile on her lips.

“So be it. I will show the prey who believed that they would be safe from darkness under the sun.”

The regressor, who had been gathering strength for a while, also finished preparations.

“Let’s break through. Subduing the musketeers will make things much easier.”

power is perfect. None consumed. On the other hand, the ragtag people who were mentally tormented by Aji.

The perfect opportunity has arrived. The cards on this chessboard are two, Regressor and Tyr. On the other hand, there is a Historia.

ha ha ha. This battle is my victory, Historia. You haven’t forgotten that I perfected your tactics, right? He knows all about his weaknesses!

Look at the power of #1 that you ignored! Form is temporary, but rank is forever!

The container door burst open, and Tyr, accompanied by a black coffin, marched alone.

So far, Aji has run out with Tyr’s parasol about five times. Because of that, those who pledged not to be deceived any longer watched the gloomy parasol and watched it for a while.

However, Tyr’s appearance was different from Aji’s. The moment she appeared in the sun, the soldiers of the musketeers felt the illusion of fog in front of their eyes. A chill went down the spine of an ordinary human being at the feeling that the darkness itself that existed on this land was stepping out.

Bullets rained down on Tyr, but Tyr now was a little different from before.

Darkness flows out of the floating coffin. The darkness faded a little because it was under the sun, but even that was ominous. The moment the lid is opened, the hands of the clock start to turn, as if evening has arrived.

The bullets that flew with a terrifying sound could not pierce the curtain of darkness. Occasionally, the salt bullets shone through the darkness, but that was it. Because it was so consumed, it was not enough to tear the veil.

Tyr walked along as if he had become a chariot. When I pushed through the space with one hand, the bullets that could not penetrate the curtain were swept aside all at once.

taaang.

Then a gunshot rang out. The veil swirled and was torn apart, and Tyr’s head turned behind him.

Some of the musketeers clenched their fists and shouted.

“It’s the warden’s bullet! How does it taste, monster…!”

But the words didn’t go any further. As if to keep pace with the spinning bullet above Tyr’s left eyebrow, the blood was swirling and pushing it away.

As the musketeers drew in their breath, Tyr muttered with his red eyes shining.

“…a monster. I have heard it so often that there is no inspiration whatsoever.”

Tyr turned his head again. Historia’s bullet ricocheted off her face, unable to hold it any longer.

“Where do you shoot? Just as the sun is shining. Now, when the hot light curses me, is the only chance to weaken this body. where.”

After counting for a while, Tyr smiled.

“If you shoot a hundred times a hundred, you might get me in quite a bit of trouble.”

As the saying goes, the sunburnt blood was discolored. If all of her blood is scorched like this, even the founder Tirkanjakara will be in danger.

However, that is only a handful scooped up from the distant bloody sea.

Historia lowered the muzzle with sunken eyes.

‘You can’t compete with bullets that consume a lot of energy every time you fire them. I’ll run out first Now that the salt coals are depleted…’

Historia finished her thoughts and raised her two pistols. A heavy handgun loaded with ammunition was held in her hand. Historia said, feeling the cold, heavy metal.

“I will deal with you until the main unit arrives. Form up and fall back.”

“It’s dangerous, Warden! Never fight against the founder…!”

“Then, I’m coming from the other side to fight, so what?”

It was time for the annoyed Historia to take a step forward.

Before she could even take a step, she felt an unusual energy from above. Historia aimed hastily into the air and fired a bullet.

Tang Ting. After a brief interval, gunshots and bullets ricocheted simultaneously. Right after that, someone fell in the middle of the musketeers like a meteor.

“Whoever wants! Your opponent is me!”

As the gaze focused on Tyr, the regressor flew into the sky and fell to the ground with a huge storm. At the same time as it fell, it hit Jizan, and the earth and air began to shake. At that time, everyone was briefly thrown off balance by the shock that shook people from both the earthquake and the storm.

As if they had promised, the two warriors immediately aimed for their opponent the moment they fell. Without the slightest hesitation, they swung their weapons at each other.

visor. The crossed guns took the cherry blossoms. Sparks flew from the shattered steel, and the two women’s eyes met.

“Chief!”

At someone’s call, Historia immediately shouted without looking back.

“Never mind me! Stop Shijo!”

“Are you going to be alone?!”

The regressor grunted and twisted his wrist. The invisible sword, slanted from the pistol, was fired at Historia’s face. Watching the tip of the sword swaying clearly, Historia smiled.

“alone? I have to say, cutie.”

Historia instantly laid down.

Lean back and lie parallel to the ground. In that state, he stretched out his opposite leg while maintaining his balance. The regressor, whose center of gravity was leaning forward as he momentarily disappeared from sight, hurriedly raised his knees to receive the kick.

A cool buzzing sound. The regressor flew into the air and landed on the belt while turning over.

“Can you really survive until the founder arrives?”

Two bladed pistols spun in her hands.