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Chapter 133 Oh wow, this shot made quite a commotion.

The sounds of cannons, gunfire, and hacking and slashing filled the air.

War cries and wails.

The smell of blood and gunpowder...

Although the battle lasted less than a day, for Colonel Willins of the Blackthorn Territory's city defense forces, that day felt longer than the previous ten years.

He sat on a makeshift platform erected at the entrance of a street and silently lit a cigarette.

Fortunately, thanks to the efforts of Governor Cole and Viscount Paxson, Blackthorn Territory purchases an extra batch of powerful magical weapons from the military every year.

Without those magically loaded rapid-fire cannons and these large-caliber rapid-fire magical guns, the city defense forces would have had no chance of maintaining a basic line of fire for the first two hours of the battle.

Although the fact that the massive black armor didn't take action was also a contributing factor.

At first, it just stood there, as if waiting for something.

They only launched their attack after discovering that the city's defense forces had managed to stop the first wave of attacks with their weaponry.

In an instant, the heavy artillery stronghold on the east side of the city wall disappeared along with the city wall itself.

Even though several hours have passed, Willins' hands still tremble involuntarily when he recalls the scene.

Fortunately, the rescue arrived in time.

The royal guards and hatters arrived in the city an hour after the call for help, using a military teleportation array that had not yet been destroyed.

The Imperial Guard Commander named Federic and the Hatter who called himself Delan, together with the city garrison's heavy firepower, barely managed to repel the terrifying hollow armor.

The fighting prowess of the Imperial Guard and the Hatter briefly stabilized the front lines.

Next, we just need to wait for the backup to arrive.

That was Willins' initial thought.

Until the Chaos Brotherhood's madman appeared, took advantage of the Imperial Guard Commander's unpreparedness to severely injure him, and then immediately disappeared through a spatial rift.

This cycle repeated itself, disrupting the command structure among the first wave of allied forces.

A large number of non-commissioned officers and officers in charge of combat command died quickly, and the army in the city almost instantly turned into a disorganized mess.

If it weren't for the timely arrival of the Holy Knights from the Papacy and the reinforcements from the Society, along with the arrival of Kefas, Blackthorn Territory would have already fallen.

But as things stand, it seems that falling is still only a matter of time.

Although the paladins held off the Chaos Brotherhood, the reinforcements from the Academy, the remaining Royal Guard, and the Hatters were utterly powerless to stop the surging tide of demonic familiars.

There are so many of them that you can see these familiars almost everywhere.

Meanwhile, the city's garrison's firepower began to gradually run out.

While the firepower reserves left by the two former leaders, Cole and Paxson, were ample, they could not withstand a short period of high-intensity consumption.

After all, magical weapons are still considered expensive weapons today, and Blackthorn Territory's financial resources are insufficient to support the purchase and storage of too much ammunition.

Putting aside whether they can afford to buy them, the cost of maintaining these ammunition alone is astronomical.

Willins could only sigh that even though the governor and the viscount had been killed, what they left behind was still protecting the people of Blackthorn Territory.

Without these heavy firepower and these ammunition reserves,

The fighting strength of the Blackthorn Territory's city defense forces alone was simply insufficient to sustain the city's residents until Kuban led them to evacuate.

"Phew... I hope Cuban is doing well. That way, my staying here to die won't have been in vain."

Willins stubbed out his last cigarette; he was the last living man on this position.

Or rather, he was the last survivor of the Blackthorn Territory's city defense forces.

Other reinforcements were fighting in the corners of other cities, marching forward in the forests outside the city.

The strong have their own rivals, and they ensured that Blackthorn Territory would not fall immediately.

Even the weak have their final obligations to fulfill.

Although he didn't know why the familiars sometimes didn't attack this position, Willins knew that the time for the familiars to launch another attack was not far off.

He stood up with some difficulty, then moved the last box of ammunition onto the sandbags. He then opened the large-caliber automatic firearm that had just cooled down, loaded the ammunition belt, and completed the chambering.

This is the last one...

As Willins thought this, he looked up at Kefas, who was still pressing down on the terrifying armor in the sky, and at the legendary archmage, Lady Flam, who had just joined the battle and was trying to speed up the end of the fight.

"Sir, I won't run away this time."

Deep breaths, deep breaths… Willins greedily inhaled the air, the penetrating wound in his chest damaging his lungs.

Even though the soldier's strong physique prevented him from dying immediately, his limbs, which were beginning to lose temperature and become weak, and his vision, which was starting to blur, all told him that his time was running out.

Recalling his past in the Inspectorate, Willins chuckled self-deprecatingly... then put his finger on the trigger, waiting for the enemy to appear.

Soon, a huge stone statue came into Willins’s view.

This is the backbone of these demon familiars; they are tough and incredibly strong, and are difficult to destroy except by continuous heavy firepower or powerful spells.

He has lost count of how many of these stone statues he has smashed.

He will also shatter this last one in front of him.

But before he could pull the trigger, a magical storm suddenly swept over him. Willins had never expected such a phenomenon to occur here.

A violent storm composed of magic... Isn't this a phenomenon unique to the Storm Ocean? Why is this happening...?

The intense magical shock caused Willins to fall into a deep sleep immediately.

Already critically injured and on the verge of death, he could not withstand this level of magical impact.

Along with him, all the demon familiars within the Blackthorn Territory, as well as everything that required rune inscriptions or spell activation, also fell.

Including that terrifying suit of armor.

The moment the magic storm struck, the prototype of the Demon King's Hand, which was already struggling to withstand the attacks of Kephas and Flam, almost instantly stopped operating.

As for the dozens of elite guards led by the heavily injured Federic and the mass-produced Demon Hand machines that the Hatter was holding back, they fell apart in an instant, turning into scrap metal on the ground.

The situation on the battlefield was reversed almost instantly.

The most troublesome army of familiars disappeared, the troublesome mass-produced Demon King's Hand was destroyed, and the prototype, after a brief shutdown, survived two attacks from Kephas and Flam that were powerful enough to flatten mountains before disappearing into the spatial rift.

The battle... seems to be over?

……

While the reinforcements in the distance were still in a daze, Roland and Mashu herself, sitting in Mashu I, were also stunned.

It wasn't because they were stunned by the effect of the shells; their stunned state had a more subjective reason—the shelling had created a brief magical storm over Blackthorn Territory.

Mashu swallowed hard and looked at Roland: "What kind of spell did you just inscribe?"

"It's the one you asked me to inscribe... Is the amplification effect of your machine really that terrifying?"

As a Riskan, Roland, who grew up on the shores of the Stormy Ocean, knew all too well the terror of magical storms.

As a natural phenomenon, it virtually eliminates all possibilities for humans to travel along open sea routes.

All mechanical and magical devices are unable to function properly in the magic storm.

The magic storm itself also possesses extremely terrifying power.

Generally speaking, this is a unique natural phenomenon that can only be formed in the Storm Ocean due to its special magical environment.

Unexpectedly... it was actually restored by a single cannonball.

However, unlike Roland's stunned silence, Mashu, a senior researcher from the Continental Historical Society, excitedly sprang from the driver's seat.

"Hahahaha! My Mashu Number One is truly invincible!"

"When I get back this time, I'll see who dares to say my invention is useless!"

"A single shot unleashed a magic storm! Damn, I didn't expect it to be so effective in its first real battle!"

Roland sighed and then said, "If the range of this magical storm is the range of my spell, the battle in Blackthorn Territory should be over soon."

"Let's speed up and drive over there."

"okay!"

Mashu excitedly pushed the control stick, turning Mashu No. 1's power to maximum.

Fifteen minutes later, the group finally arrived at the front of Blackthorn Territory.

However, compared to the scene when the group set off in the early morning, in just half a day, the main city had become a complete ruin.

Roland sighed, while Kalia behind him looked somewhat sad.

Although she lives in the forest most of the time, Blackthorn Territory is indeed her hometown after all.

Especially seeing that much of the Blackthorn Ridge forest was missing, with large areas of burn marks and scorched earth, all symbolized the fierce battle that had taken place here.

Just as the group stepped out of Mashu I and stood atop it, gazing at the ruins of the town before them, a voice filled with resentment reached Roland's ears from the sky.

"I knew I wasn't wrong. That magical storm did indeed contain your spell."

A somewhat disheveled Flam, her face dark, flew to Roland's side, deliberately maintaining a half-head height advantage, and looked down at Roland: "You bastard..."

"Didn't you know to remind me before you started?"

"You've really bothered me! I almost fell off the sky!"

Looking at the sulking Flam, Roland sincerely expressed his apology: "I'm sorry."

"...What a perfunctory apology. Never mind, I won't hold it against you. After all, you solved the biggest problem."

Frum waved his hand dismissively, then said, "Now all that's missing is the Chaos Brotherhood, who were being chased by those paladins, to be caught."

"I have no idea where they went."

Frum looked around and then saw a spatial rift that had suddenly opened in mid-air.

Ten muscular men, their bodies gleaming with gold, emerged from inside.

The burly man with short blond hair, who was leading the charge, shouted and brandished his greatsword as he rushed out of the crevice.

"You cunning villain! Take this!"

(End of this chapter)