He Became The Most Insane Emperor Of All Time [EN]: Chapter 288

Became the Greatest Mad Emperor in History – Episode 288

Became the Greatest Mad Emperor in History 288

“Charge! We must seize the high ground! Keep pushing!”

Several days later, the Empire launched a surprise, simultaneous offensive.

Across the frozen ground, with no trenches in sight, tanks raced forward, followed by infantry.

“Heh, foolish fools, we’ve been waiting for you.”

Though it was a surprise offensive, the Demon race wasn’t caught off guard.

They had already deployed their forces to meet the Imperial army. Armored behemoths carrying massive cannons clashed with the tanks, and dark knights in bulletproof heavy armor collided with the Empire’s knight assault squads.

“Release the gas!”

“Gas masks on!”

As the situation turned unfavorable, the Demon race didn’t hesitate to use poison gas. The deadly curses contained within the gas, created using dark magic, were impossible to block without special gas masks.

Fortunately, the Imperial army countered with gas masks or the sacred spells of the Purification Church’s priests.

“Protect the praying priests! If necessary, throw yourselves to block the bullets!”

“Enemy tanks!”

Kwaaaang!

A fierce battle ensued. If one side was at a slight disadvantage, it was the Demon race, but the Demon Legion Commander was confident.

“Enemy airships are approaching.”

“Hmph, the Empire is truly determined. But they will pay the price for underestimating us.”

Airships, essentially aerial battleships, flew in, filling the sky. But the Demon race was also well-prepared.

Dragon-class chimeras, the same size as the airships, and Drake-class chimeras to escort them, began to sortie alongside the Demon race’s airships.

Considering that Demon race fighters would also be launched from those airships, they had an overwhelming advantage in firepower.

“They seem to be trying to break through all fronts simultaneously to defeat us individually… but we’re not foolish enough to fall for such a basic tactic.”

Of course, the Legion Commander could guess why the Imperial army had devised such a plan.

Perhaps they thought that the relationships between Legion Commanders were like those of warlords, with no coordination between them.

And in reality, that was partly true. The Legion Commanders had no intention of helping each other in the slightest.

However, the Empire’s miscalculation was that even with the massive force they brought, it would be difficult to overwhelm each front.

Infantry, artillery, tanks, elite infantry, tanks, fighters, airships… the Demon race had all the same types of troops as the Empire. In fact, they had even more.

If armies of similar quality had different numbers, the side with more would naturally win. This was a universal truth for any army, past or present.

Of course, they might have thought this: that warlords, who were always at odds with each other, wouldn’t want to suffer losses.

But that was also a miscalculation.

“The Creator God has promised to bestow more blessings upon those who achieve great merit.”

The Creator God had made such a promise to the Demon race, preparing them in advance. Of course, the Creator God wasn’t really thinking of giving real blessings, but rather wanted to prepare for what the Empire might aim for, making it a more ‘fun game’.

“L, Legion Commander! An assault is beginning from the airships!”

“Fighters, I presume. Calmly intercept them-”

“N, no. Look more closely!”

“Huh?”

But the Demon race had also miscalculated.

Tududududu- Chwaak! Seokeok!

“This is Kyle. Announcing to the Magic Machine Squadrons. From now on, annihilate all enemies in the air and on the ground. I repeat. Annihilate all enemies.”

At first, they thought that fighters were simply descending. But upon closer inspection, that wasn’t the case.

Not propeller-type fighters at all, but massive machines that resembled bipedal humans.

“Th, that’s a Magic Machine…! Why are there so many of them…!”

The Demon race’s Legion Commander recognized them. Magic Machines were weapons that had been used in the War of the End 1,500 years ago.

Of course, it was now a completely lost technology, and the Demon race still hadn’t been able to restore it.

To be precise, they had the technology to make them, but not the energy source to operate them. Magic Machines, which consumed more energy than operating a floating island, were by no means more efficient than making other weapons.

It was much better to build tanks, airships, fighters, or floating islands than to operate one or two of those things. That was certainly the case for the Empire as well.

Shushushuk- Shushuk! Peoeong! Seokeok!

But why? Countless Magic Machines roamed the sky, tearing apart flying chimeras like rags and scattering death from the sky to the ground.

Energy efficiency was the worst, but once enough of them gathered, their power was no joke. The Demon race was helpless against the Magic Machines, which were capable of all-weather response.

“I, it can’t be! How is this possible-”

Kwaaaang!

The Legion Commander couldn’t believe it, but he had to face reality.

That their power was overwhelming.

All that remained was a one-sided massacre. If that were the case, it would be a devastating result for the Legion Commander personally.

If he achieved merit and won, he could strive for more blessings from the Creator God.

But what if he lost instead? If he lost with tremendous damage, it was obvious that other Legion Commanders would kill him and absorb his legion.

He had to avoid at least that. If so, there was only one option left.

“Raise the white flag. I declare our intention to surrender.”

A quick surrender. And obedience.

The Demon race follows the logic of power. Obeying the stronger is not betrayal, but virtue.

Of course, it wouldn’t be easy to come up with such an idea with the enemy present. But there was a reason why he immediately thought of surrendering.

“…Did they know this would happen and recommend surrender in advance?”

A few days before the offensive, a document recommending surrender had already been delivered. It was delivered by the devils of hell, who were difficult to antagonize recklessly, and at the time, it only brought laughter.

But thinking about it now, he couldn’t help but wonder if even this was a scheme.

“It can’t be helped. It’s better than losing everything like this.”

The Legion Commander sighed. Soon after, he formally disarmed and surrendered to the Imperial army.

* * *

“The Magic Machine’s field test is successful.”

Magic Machine.

On Earth, the Gundam is a representative bipedal weapon system. It’s not an existing weapon system, but an imaginary one… but in this fantasy world, it’s not strange to exist.

Of course, with the level of technology I saw when I first came to this world, I couldn’t even imagine reaching this point.

But with the technology in Prospera’s report, the technological knowledge supported by the Human Alliance, and the ancient ruins and the dwarves’ armory… I succeeded in restoring the Magic Machine manufacturing technology with the technology points accumulated from all of that.

Of course, Magic Machines are not weapon systems that can be operated simply by manufacturing them.

The energy source required to operate them, that is, magic power, is enormous.

About 1/3 of the energy required to operate a floating island per unit. It’s impossible to get cost-effectiveness under normal circumstances.

But I had a way to solve that problem.

[Receiving Imperial Soul from the Abyss’s Heart.]

[Receiving Imperial Soul from the Spirit Realm.]

[Receiving Imperial Soul from Hell.]

[Supplying Imperial Soul to 231 Magic Machines.]

It was the Imperial Soul. A vast amount of energy that can be converted into magic power at any time.

Of course, if I only had the 3rd stage Imperial Soul that I originally had, the number of Magic Machines that could be operated would have been extremely limited.

But now there were many additional energy sources to further increase that Imperial Soul.

Abyss, Spirit Realm, Hell, Frostflame… in fact, if I mobilized all of this, I could mobilize it for most battles.

And more than 200 Magic Machines were virtually enough to suppress the battlefields in dozens of regions at once. Unless the enemy has the same Magic Machine.

“The Demon race doesn’t seem to be able to do this yet. Well, if it were possible, the Creator God wouldn’t be using it either.”

That means that the Creator God, fortunately, does not have an energy source comparable to the Imperial Soul.

-Or even if he does, he can’t mobilize it under the rules of the ‘Game of the Gods’ that he has set.

Leonhardt, who was watching me from the spirit world being developed with the Imperial Soul, said.

“Really? But if that’s the case, the penalty seems too severe.”

-Unfortunately, that is very likely. Since the Creator God is already a cosmic being, he would have many ways to obtain energy for himself from all over the universe. However…….

“However?”

-He may have consumed a lot of energy while sealed during the last War of the End. He started the Game of the Gods again in that state…….

“Perhaps the energy depletion continued.”

-That’s right. However, as I said, he can refill it as soon as the restrictions are lifted.

The moment the Creator God releases all the restrictions he has placed on himself… at least that won’t be now.

But I could roughly grasp when it would be.

“Probably the final battle.”

-That’s right. Perhaps he is now waiting for you, creating the final act of this great game.

For the Creator God, he himself is both a player and a GM [Game Master].

Therefore, he was playing the game against the players until he was satisfied.

There have been countless players so far, but perhaps none of them were satisfactory. In short, the ancient people of this world were destroyed in that way.

But the fact that I’m getting this mercy or convenience means that I’m a player he liked very much. Perhaps I had the highest ‘score’ of all the players so far.

“If he’s preparing the best final part for me… I can understand all the neglect and blunders so far.”

If he’s putting all his efforts into the end with me, then nothing else is important.

But that also meant that the final battle I would face would be difficult.

-It will certainly be difficult. But Emperor, are you going to give up here?

“Of course not.”

I’ve come too far to give up now. I would have given up a long time ago if I wanted to.

“But I didn’t give up. When I think about it, I’m not a normal madman either.”

Most of the actions I’ve taken while ruling the Empire so far have been the epitome of trickery, collusion, personality [character flaws], recklessness, and so on.

He was truly the greatest mad emperor in the history of the Empire.

-I certainly agree with that, Emperor.

“Oh. Can’t you even give me a nice word as a formality?”

-I thought it was a good word in its own way. Isn’t it?

“Well, it’s not wrong.”

Rather, it’s the best compliment.

“Then the greatest mad emperor in history might be able to give the mad AI [Artificial Intelligence] a taste of its own medicine.”

A well-made game always has a twist in the ending.

I will be the twist in that game.