The Regressor Only Protects Me [EN]: Chapter 104

104. Stalemate (2)

The dove, once a symbol of peace, is no more.

*Crunch-!*

The warrior trampled the dove’s corpse and dashed forward.

The vanguard of warriors, hammers in their right hands, cried out desperately.

“Kill them all! Every last one of them!”

“Urahhh-!!!”

“Aaaaargh-!!!”

At the vanguard’s command, the warriors charged into Ilbeonga all at once.

There, countless corpses were already piled high.

The results of numerous brawls between the two armies.

They surged forward, stepping over the bodies of those who had been their comrades until yesterday.

Warriors crossed wrecked cars and streetlights, squeezing between collapsed buildings.

They dodged arrows, stones, and Molotov cocktails, swinging their weapons.

Some hid in alleys, launching surprise attacks.

They pushed and knocked down enemies, some even tearing off earlobes with their teeth.

Some, fighting in the shopping district, clung to windows and fell together.

The sounds of the battlefield echoed through the sky.

“Uwaaaaaah……!”

“Aaaaaaaargh!!!”

“Kill! I said kill!”

“Please save me…….”

“Just a little…… just a little…….”

“Blood…….”

“Arrows! Give me arrows! Quick!”

“You son of a bitches!”

“Aim for the head! Aim for the head! Aim for the head! Aim for the head!!!”

“You got a death wish!”

“Push forward! No need to hold back!”

“Run away…… I have to run away.”

The streets were filled with blood and screams.

Running through the streets, blood splattered everywhere with a squelching sound, drowning out any noise other than screams.

Streams of blood flowed from the bodies of fallen soldiers and warriors, filling the gaps between the old paving stones.

And the chariot advanced, cutting through the blood-filled water.

The warriors inside the bus chariot worked together, pushing the pillars.

The weight of the bus was approximately 10 tons or more.

Therefore, about 15 warriors had to exert all their strength to move it forward.

As the bus chariot advanced, the crimson blood on the wheels splattered upwards.

The most terrifying aspect of the bus chariot was the ‘lancers’ and ‘long-range strikers’ installed on the roof.

Although not as sophisticated as Doan’s and Mangyeong’s, it was equipped with crossbows.

*Thung-! Thung-! Thung-!*

The crossbow rubber bands struck the air.

Doan’s crossbow was so massive that it required three people to operate.

The rubber bands they used were industrial-grade.

And each time the massive crossbow bolt was fired, it pierced through three or four soldiers at once.

*Crack! Thwack!*

Like fish skewered on a harpoon, soldiers with parts of their bodies pierced were pinned to the ground.

Mangyeong’s soldiers weren’t just taking it, either.

The commander, a woman with short hair, shouted.

“Mr. Yoon! Molotov cocktails……!”

“We have to get on top!”

“Follow me!!!”

“You goddamn bastards……!”

Mangyeong’s soldiers, prepared to sacrifice themselves, navigated the chaotic battlefield and approached the bus chariot.

The plan was to put Molotov cocktails inside and set it on fire.

However, Doan’s shooter, who spotted the situation first, shot and killed the man holding the Molotov cocktail.

*Thwack!*

The crossbow bolt pierced the man’s body.

“Ugh!”

“Mister!”

The man holding the Molotov cocktail fell, and the woman, momentarily confused, squeezed her eyes shut.

Victory took precedence over mourning.

The woman, clutching the Molotov cocktail tightly, ran towards the bus chariot.

“Uwaaaaaaaah!”

The woman quickly latched on and threw the Molotov cocktail through the window frame.

*Whoosh-!*

The soaring flames engulfed all the soldiers and warriors in the area, and the bus chariot began to burn.

*Fsssh-!*

However, even with the attack that risked the soldiers’ lives, the bus chariot remained unfazed.

This was because they were using fire extinguishers inside to put out the fire.

White smoke and black smoke mixed haphazardly.

At the entrance of Ilbeonga.

Mangyeong’s defense force suffered nearly complete annihilation due to the appearance of one bus chariot.

Nevertheless, Mangyeong’s soldiers steadfastly fought the enemies.

Various barricades blocked the roads that Mangyeong’s workers had built.

The order of the existing roads had long since collapsed.

This was no longer a road. It was a maze created by blocking off various areas. The maze effectively blocked the path to the fortress.

Mangyeong’s soldiers successfully repelled the first offensive by utilizing these terrain advantages.

But after that, dozens of bus chariots were approaching.

Not only that. There was a bright red chariot that boasted an overwhelming presence, different from those bus chariots.

“Ah.”

“Kuh-huh…….”

The soldiers who had barely managed to stop Doan’s advance party could only stare blankly at Doan’s bright red chariot.

The identity of the bright red chariot was a fire ladder truck. It was Park Ji-soo’s siege equipment to destroy Mangyeong’s fortresses.

The warriors of Doan on the ladder shouted.

* * *

The war had now reached a stalemate.

A front line was formed where they pushed and pulled each other.

Doan’s warriors were trying to encircle the capital, Mangyeong, by attacking the Pamian apartment complex in Bisan-dong to the southwest and Ilbeonga to the northwest.

In addition to that, Seoul Subway Line 1.

Enemy scouts were also entering along the underground railroad that connects Anyang Station, Myeonghak Station, and Geumjeong Station.

Sion was staying in the Pamian apartment complex, planning to identify the enemy’s entry routes and deploy Ogres [large, powerful mutated creatures].

Ogres are not active at night.

Therefore, prolonged battles had to be avoided.

It would be easy for them to take out an Ogre that had fallen asleep.

However, they wouldn’t only try to fight during the day.

Until now, Doan’s attack time was before sunrise, and they withdrew their troops before noon.

“Building 103……. Building 104 has also fallen.”

“The enemies have begun attacking Building 113.”

Every few minutes, executives approached and reported to Sion.

This Pamian apartment complex was truly a guerrilla war in full swing.

Because the defensive positions were built on each floor, rather than in apartment building units, the enemies were also fighting individual battles to break through each floor.

In fact, once the defensive line is breached, a messy battle begins.

Those who try to destroy and those who try to stop them.

This was a ‘vertically formed’ battlefield unprecedented in the history of war.

Moreover, the ‘fire-resistant player’ who started appearing the day before yesterday.

If he is not defeated, the outcome of this apartment complex defense battle will be uncertain.

But now Sion had to turn his attention to the Battle of Ilbeonga.

Because the victory or defeat of this war will ultimately be decided in the battle of Anyang Station Ilbeonga.

‘……I can’t leave Ilbeonga for long.’

Sion poured out all the strategies he had, and now he had no choice but to trust the 3,600 Bisan-dong suicide squad members remaining here.

Sion looked at the neighborhood leaders gathered in his room.

All of them were covered in blood and burns.

The commander-in-chief here was the 2nd Army Commander.

Sion stood up and said.

“2nd Army Commander.”

“Yes. Lord.”

“From now on, you will be in charge of the overall command here.”

“……Lord?”

The 2nd Army Commander raised his head in surprise.

The Lord put on the bag that was placed next to the bed and put on a black hoodie.

“But Lord…… if you are not here, the morale of the soldiers…….”

Sion, who was about to leave the room, leaned against the door frame at that voice and looked back at him.

He was looking down with a fearful look.

He was afraid of the problems that would arise if the Lord left his position.

And Sion answered him.

“Choi Myung-joon will come.”

“…….”

Even with the news that the recovered Choi Myung-joon would return, the commander could not easily brighten his expression.

Then Sion looked around at all the neighborhood leaders gathered in this main room and said in a low voice.

“Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, you will never be defeated. I’ll be back again. Please hold on until then.”

The words that they would never be defeated.

What kind of lord in the world could make such a bold statement?

The hearts of all the executives melted at the Lord’s words.

Everything is according to plan, and nothing has ever deviated from Sion’s plan.

That the plans are perfectly aligned means that they are moving one step closer to victory. And the executives already trusted the Lord.

They had no choice but to believe.

They had no choice but to follow the judgment of the Lord who leads them.

Because he is the only Lord who will allow them to live like humans in this collapsed world.

Until now, the Lord had never failed their expectations.

The 2nd Army Commander shouted with a determined expression.

“I will stop them even if I die……!”

Sion nodded in response and left the room.

* * *

Pamian Apartment Complex.

I was planning to turn this place into their ant hell.

This place will be a hurdle that they cannot easily overcome.

There were two advantages I wanted to gain through the Pamian defense position.

The first was to stop the movement of enemy players and troops.

This would reduce the burden of the Battle of Ilbeonga.

Since the outcome of the war would be decided in the Battle of Ilbeonga, the enemy forces had to be dispersed as much as possible here.

So, it would be the best situation if Park Ji-soo deployed at least 10,000 troops in this apartment complex.

And that goal had already been achieved.

After suffering a major defeat in the first offensive with 6,000 troops, they additionally deployed more than 10,000 troops.

The second was to bring the enemy’s best forces here.

It’s similar to the first advantage, but it’s clearly different.

The power and abilities of players are on a different level than ordinary soldiers.

If the enemy’s best force, the player, is lured to Bisan, Jin Jae-hee’s burden of defending Anyang Ilbeonga will be greatly reduced.

This is likely to lead to a ‘certain victory’ in Ilbeonga.

And certainly, the enemy’s top-notch force was deployed here as planned.

A player with fire resistance.

I don’t know exactly what abilities he uses.

But judging from his performance so far, it was certain that he was at least the best force in the enemy forces.

According to the report, he single-handedly destroyed one building.

With that level of combat power, he far surpassed Choi Myung-joon, and would probably be around Choi Hyun-ji’s level.

To stop him, the allied forces’ power in the Pamian apartment complex would be exhausted to the bottom.

But it didn’t matter.

Because from the beginning, I didn’t try to win in Bisan-dong.

My goal here is half a victory.

Even if I only win half of it here, it would be a huge advantage for me.

Doan poured nearly half of its combat power into this place, but my Mangyeong had only consumed about a quarter of its power.

Initial deployment of 3,600 troops.

It doesn’t matter if these 3,600 don’t annihilate their main forces. Simply holding them back would achieve the intended goal.

‘This place will be hell for them. Of course, that goes for my subordinates as well.’

I went down the apartment stairs.

The soldiers surrounding the stairs looked at me.

They made way or cheered.

I met their gazes and felt every single one of their eyes.

The faces were black. No one was without burns.

No one was without blood.

But they believed in me.

“Lord…… please lead us to victory.”

“Lord…….”

“Lord…… Lord……!”

“Lord……! Please be victorious!”

“Please be victorious!”

“Please be victorious!”

Everyone was looking at me.

I felt their wishes and desires and came down the apartment complex like that.

Everything is the burden, responsibility, and process that I have to bear.

But the burden and responsibility I have are different from what they think.

From Round 1 to now, Round 3.

I haven’t changed for a moment.

All of this is a plan solely to meet my younger sibling.

The reason I have to win, and the reason I have to keep them alive and set them up as my pawns, is all to achieve the same goal.

The soldiers’ shouts towards me continued to be heard even after I had completely left Bisan-dong.

After getting out of Bisan-dong, I walked a little further and entered the alleyway.

There were soldiers who had come out from Ilbeonga to meet me.

Behind the subordinate, the Ogre was crouching close.

He was now a slave who obeyed my words, but the sight of him crouching close with his huge body was truly bizarre.

The subordinate bowed to me and said.

“I will serve you. Where are you going?”

I looked up at the sky.

The lights spewing out as the apartment complex burned were fluttering in the black sky. Against this backdrop, screams continued to be heard.

Looking at that scenery, I answered.

“I’m going to Mangyeong.”

“You’re going to Mangyeong……?”

Looking back at the subordinate, I answered his question.

“It’s a counterattack.”

Today.

The sky will be stained red with flames, and the ground will be stained red with their blood.

(Continued in the next episode)