My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 131 Gundam, Standing Tall on the Earth! Wait, no, not Gundam.

As soon as he finished speaking, Roland glanced over and exclaimed, "Oh, it's someone I know!"

That's right, isn't this panting, blood-covered, bearded burly man the same burly man who blocked my way when I first arrived in the capital?

The other person clearly recognized Roland and wanted to stand up and bow.

Although he didn't know Roland's exact identity, Roland was a guest of honor of the princess, and his status was certainly higher than that of a lowly soldier like himself.

Besides, the way the opponent just instantly eliminated all the enemies was simply too advanced.

Especially those stone golems, which are completely unaffected by sword strikes, axe blows, or magical attacks.

But the opponent simply raised a hand and wiped out all the enemies...

I absolutely have to stand up and talk to the other person.

Roland silently pressed him back down as he stood up.

"Sit down. Who is the commander? What happened in Blackthorn Territory?"

Roland repeated the question, then looked around.

No one answered.

After a long while, the bearded, muscular man, who had caught his breath, stood up and said, "Sir... the commander has already died in battle. We are just a group of remnants who happened to run into each other."

"As for the situation in Blackthorn Ridge..."

"Although the city has not yet fallen, His Majesty Cafas has held off that terrifyingly massive black armor, and His Majesty Federic is leading the remaining forces of the Royal Guard and the elite Hatters in a fierce battle within the city, but..."

"But the fall is just around the corner, isn't it?" Roland sighed. "What kind of enemies are you facing? Are these familiars the only ones?"

"If it's just this kind of familiar, then things are much simpler."

"No, Your Excellency. While these familiars are the main force, the real culprit that caused the collapse of the battle lines and prevented reinforcements from gathering is the Chaos Brotherhood."

"That ghostly squad moved back and forth, attacking the city's defenses and the reinforcements that had just arrived outside the city and started fighting."

"If it weren't for that Holy See paladin who led a small team of paladins to hold off the enemy, we probably wouldn't have lasted until Mr. Kefas arrived."

Upon hearing this, Roland continued, "Before Kefas arrived, who was dragging that armor?"

"He is a powerful figure from the Academy. He is piloting a huge... I can't quite describe what it is, but it is definitely a huge magical mechanical creation."

"By being several times larger than the other man, he bought us time to wait for Mr. Caifas to arrive."

"It's a pity that later I went with these brothers to the city wall to help the city defense army maintain the defense line."

"Later... we were scattered and then trapped here."

Roland was genuinely surprised: "It's at least thirty kilometers from Blackthorn Territory. How did you get here?"

"The other party possessed a strange spatial technique. Before we could react, we were teleported to a nearby forest."

"I understand. Rest here for ten minutes. Those who can still move, come with me."

"Those who cannot move should build defensive lines where they are. I will clear out the combat familiars here before I leave."

Roland's orders were carried out quickly.

No one raised any objections.

After all, the imperial guards from the capital had no objections, and they had even saved their lives.

Roland knew there was no need to gather these wounded soldiers in front of him.

Just then, the red-haired female researcher, who looked like a grumpy little tomato, walked up to Roland, dragging her white researcher's robe.

“Hey Roland! I have a plan that might require some help from these people.”

"If all goes well, these people can continue to participate in the later stages of the battle."

"And it can also help the battle."

"tell me the story."

Although Xiao Ma's tone wasn't very friendly, Roland wasn't a petty person.

Not to mention the researchers at the mainland's historical research society, each of whom possesses unique skills.

Putting everything else aside, that powerful figure from the academy has already clashed head-on with the Demon King's Hand in Blackthorn Territory using a mecha-like device.

Roland was very curious whether this little guy, who was almost taller than Fram, also had this special skill.

What man could resist a mecha?
Roland deliberately perfected the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid to its current level of flexibility, wasn't it all to replicate a similar mecha?
However, while this kind of single-person armor is good, I still prefer a large and tough suit like Gundam.

Mashu was also quite surprised by Roland's attitude: "I thought you would curse at me and then tell me to get lost."

"...What kind of image do I have in your mind? This is the first time we've met face to face, isn't it? There shouldn't be so much hostility and prejudice, right?"

"Well, you're actually quite easy to talk to, much easier than many people in the association."

As Mashu spoke, she pulled out a palm-sized tablet and threw it forcefully into the distant forest.

Roland: “???”

What are you doing?
What exactly do you want to do?
Roland felt somewhat confused.

He seemed to be having some trouble understanding the other person's behavior.

But the next moment, Roland felt a spatial fluctuation, and then a humanoid mech tens of meters tall fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

If it weren't for Kalia's quick reaction, using her shadow to form a high wall to keep the smoke, dust, rubble, and wood debris out, she would have been in trouble.

Fortunately, Mashu threw it far enough, otherwise it would have hit Roland on the head.

Looking at the humanoid mech standing beneath the clouds, now slowly kneeling down, Roland silently swallowed.

Not only him, but everyone present silently swallowed.

The bearded man who had been speaking to Roland earlier exclaimed, "Great! It's the second similar magical machine! We're saved!"

Roland: "..."

No, were those Gundams really fighting in the city earlier?
Well, this thing in front of us obviously can't be compared to a real Gundam.

Putting everything else aside, just looking at the metallic texture alone, Roland felt that the workmanship of this thing was rather rough.

It doesn't look like it was manufactured on a mature industrial production line.

Rather, it is more like a purely handmade product full of craftsmanship.

Although he looks handsome at first glance, that's really only true at first glance.

This mecha doesn't have the sci-fi feel of a true interstellar era like Gundam, but with the addition of magical technology, it looks more sophisticated than steampunk mechas.

His retro-style weaponry, wielding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, made Roland exclaim that the times were turning back.

It's not that sword and shield combination is bad.

But you see other people's sword and shield setups are laser swords paired with force field shields.

You really only have a greatsword and a great shield?
Aside from its size, what's the difference between this thing and the swords and shields carried by ordinary city garrison soldiers?

After a brief moment of surprise came a deep sense of disappointment.

As expected, piloting a Gundam in another world is something I should just dream about.

Roland believed that even Cellina could quickly paralyze this seemingly imposing thing by striking its joints.

At this moment, Roland also thought of what Mashu had said in the square.

"This isn't the secret weapon you were talking about, is it? The thing that made you late?" "Heh heh, that's right. How about it, isn't it cool?"

Mashu closed her eyes, put her hands on her hips with great pride, and proudly puffed out her already meager chest.

"Oh, oh, oh! He really is quite handsome!" Kalia praised Roland enthusiastically as she walked up to him and began to observe him closely.

Cellina, however, expressed the same disdain as Roland: "Will this thing even be of any use?"

"I feel like I could take this thing apart myself."

Mashu frowned slightly, clearly displeased: "What are you saying? My Mashu No. 1 may look a bit clumsy, but it has countless magical runes built into it."

"Mobility and flexibility are far greater than you think!"

"Also, don't let the weapon's inferior appearance fool you. Mashu No. 1 has spatial teleportation runes engraved on its hands and shoulders, allowing it to teleport itself and switch weapons at any time!"

Roland asked, "What about the other weapons?"

"I'm out of money. The funding only allows me to craft this kind of equipment, but overall, the future looks promising!"

"So what's the point of this thing? To be a target for the enemy?"

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you saying!" Mashu said, pointing to a few wounded soldiers who could still move. "As long as someone is inside the machine piloting it and maintaining some key parts, Mashu One can still activate its transformation mode!"

After saying that, Mashu pressed the button hidden in her sleeve, clearly dissatisfied.

Soon, the humanoid mecha in front of them began to change.

It looks just like a Transformer.

Damn it, the Empire has only just developed things like magic trains, and you've already figured out this weird technology?

Wait, this doesn't seem to be technology... it's magic!

Roland quickly saw through the truth behind the so-called "transformation" module.

This isn't a transformation at all. It's just that the mecha's modular design is excellent, and key parts can be changed and replaced through the imprinting of spatial teleportation techniques.

Indeed, one cannot use the research habits of one's previous life to view the bizarre technological tree of this world.

But when the thing had changed its form, Roland remained silent as he looked at the giant tank that was at least twenty meters tall and several tens of meters long.

As he stared at the massive cannon barrel formed from the original robot's head, the large-caliber rapid-fire magic guns scattered throughout the mech, and the sturdy external armor, Roland admitted that this thing's combat performance should far surpass that of previous mechs.

Moreover, this design... reminded Roland of a certain tank named Poison Blade.

"Heh heh, scared, aren't you! This is the pinnacle of craftsmanship that embodies my dedication! Take a good look!"

Roland quickly stopped the other party from starting the giant tank: "Stop! There's no need for a demonstration. Just tell me, how many people do you need?"

"Hmm... let me do the math... normally it would take thirty people."

Roland looked around and figured that it shouldn't be a problem to gather thirty people who weren't missing any limbs: "Okay, then I'll find some people."

Well, Roland doesn't need to worry about that at all.

Any man who is still able to move and has the will to fight has already begun to volunteer.

After carefully selecting thirty strong men, Roland watched as Mashu and the thirty men entered the tank and began to familiarize themselves with the driving functions.

At this moment, Cellina remarked, "Humans are truly terrifying creatures."

"In just three hundred years, although we received our enlightenment in magical technology from the Demon King's army."

"But this rate of development is still a bit too frightening."

"In a few hundred years, I'm afraid you humans will be able to replicate or even surpass the level of magical technology creations that the Demon King's Castle possesses, right?"

Roland shook his head: "Who knows? Just like your demon race, weren't your magical technology quite advanced in the past?"

"It's different. Under the influence of the Historic Society of that continent, many of humanity's technologies entered a stage of sharing."

"But the development of magical technology among the demon race has always been concentrated in a few royal courts."

“They each have their own areas of expertise and skills, but they refused to communicate with each other from beginning to end.”

"Except for that Demon King. He used his undeniable strength to force those royal courts to start technological exchanges, which led to the Demon King's army being invincible."

"But after the Demon King died, everything returned to normal."

After listening to Cellina's account, Roland was also somewhat moved.

Just before he uttered his remark, the gauntlet, which had been silent for some time, began to speak.

"Is that so... Have the demons returned to their old ways?"

The tone, filled with the vicissitudes of time and helplessness, immediately put Roland and Cellina on their guard.

However, the gauntlet then fell silent again, it was unclear whether it was a brief awakening or something big was brewing.

Cellina looked at Roland seriously: "If all else fails, let's just throw this thing away."

"Yes, Roland, no matter what, it's too outrageous that this gauntlet can talk."

Kalia, who also heard the gauntlet speak, nodded seriously.

Nash also poked his head out from under the clothes: "Yeah, we should deal with this dangerous thing quickly. What if it really is the remnant soul of the Demon King speaking?"

"If it really is the remnant soul of a demon king... I'll ask him if he can exchange the soul of a giant dragon for some lost ancient magic, the kind that's powerful and quick to cast."

Roland touched the cat's nose and then began to threaten it in a somewhat affected manner.

The other two people and the cat also showed expressions of either laughter or disgust.

But... some people took it seriously.

"Ah, it really is the soul of a dragon. If you're willing to trade, I do have some suitable magic. How about it, human boy?"

Roland: "..."

Kalia: “…”

Celinina: “…”

Nash: "!!!!!!!!!"

The silly cat immediately put on a pitiful expression in Roland's pocket: "You won't agree, will you? You won't! Say something! What's with that conflicted look on your face!"

"answer me!"

"look into my eyes!"

Kalia looked at Roland with some concern: "Could this really be the remnant soul of the Demon King?"

"How about we dig a hole and bury it first, or put it in the old woman's barrier?"

Cellina shared the same thought: "Yes, it's safer to do it this way, just to be on the safe side."

Roland laughed and looked at the gauntlet: "I don't think so."

"Didn't you notice? He's even willing to communicate with me instead of... taking direct action."

"This means that he currently has no ability to influence the outside world and can only rely on the fragmented memories within his remnant soul."

"Heh, astute human." The voice came again from within the gauntlet, this time tinged with anger: "But how do you know I'm powerless to influence... Holy crap!"

The moment a wisp of magical energy emanated from the gauntlet, Roland's spell countermeasure took effect.

It instantly turned the Demon King's remnant soul, which had just regained the ability to speak normally, back into a broken record mode.

(End of this chapter)