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Unstoppable Battle (1)
Around noon.
The Russell territory, with corpses piled high like mountains, teetered on the brink of collapse. The soldiers’ morale had hit rock bottom, replaced by a pervasive despair that they would all die there.
A putrid stench permeated the air.
The soldiers kept their distance from each other, and the wounded were especially isolated.
“Your Excellency, another 27 have mutated.”
“Execute them immediately.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And handle such trivial matters yourself.”
“As you wish.”
The adjutant, visibly exhausted, bowed and retreated.
The soldiers dozed, leaning against the fortress walls. They had been holding out like this for months, reaching a point where they could no longer endure the relentless violence.
It was a miracle they had managed to defend the western front for so long.
But now, that miracle was fading.
Survival seemed impossible without divine intervention.
Soldiers mutating after battle was a constant threat. Even a minor injury raised suspicions of mutation.
Already outnumbered, they also had to control allies who could turn into enemies at any moment. From the commander’s perspective, the situation couldn’t be more challenging.
“A divine army, huh?”
He gazed at the mountain of corpses.
The fortress walls were tall, but those fools had created a mountain of corpses against them.
It was a fortress wall in name only; they were merely fighting from a slightly elevated position. Could they really stop a million undead with less than 100,000 troops?
Even fallen allies revived as enemies. They were instructed to sever the neck cleanly, but accurately decapitating enemies in the chaos of battle was nearly impossible.
Ppoooo!
The sound of a trumpet, announcing impending doom, echoed far and wide.
Thump, thump, thump!
With vibrations that resonated through the fortress walls, a million troops began their advance.
Black waves surged across the entire western front, an endless tide. It seemed impossible to withstand the relentless undead any longer.
Only one thing could stop them.
The arrival of a divine army, in exchange for an oath of allegiance.
Could they even survive another hour?
The Duke gripped his sword tightly.
His grip was too weak, so a guard calmly secured the sword to his wrist with a cloth. That was a slight improvement.
Everyone expected to die there. If so, the Duke would have to wield his sword himself, as he always had.
“Fire the arrows!”
“All the arrows have been exhausted!”
“…….”
It was truly the worst possible situation.
The spears and swords were dull, and their stamina was depleted. They were said to have 100,000 troops remaining, but no one knew when they would break.
Retreat was impossible. The entire territory was already surrounded by the undead. If they fell here, they would have to retreat to the lord’s castle, but it was already overflowing with refugees.
In the end, only death awaited them. The Duke muttered to himself.
“The first wave is coming!”
The enemies were climbing the mountain of corpses.
They had been piling up corpses for months, and now it was complete. The enemies were relentlessly grinding forward, threatening to collapse the western front.
The Duke drew his sword and stepped forward.
“Come on!”
Was the so-called divine army not coming?
It wouldn’t be easy for any force to turn things around in this situation. Even if they did arrive, it would likely be after the duchy had already fallen.
If so, he would meet his end here.
“Adjutant!”
“Yes, Your Excellency!”
“It has been an honor to serve with you until now.”
“Don’t say that! The divine army has contacted us; we will surely be saved!”
“Divine army? Ha!”
He had clung to that hope, grasping at straws, but he wasn’t truly expecting anything.
If the goddess was aware of the situation, wouldn’t she have sent troops already? The existence of the divine army seemed like a fantasy.
Cheuaaaaa!
Just then.
Hundreds of aircraft flew in at high speed.
“Long-range weapons are coming!”
“Long-range weapons?”
“It’s the divine army! It’s definitely the divine army’s weapons!”
“But with only a few hundred of those siege weapons…”
They were incredibly fast.
But the Duke, with his exceptional eyesight, could see them clearly.
They looked like iron balls, or objects carved from stone.
Swaeeeeek!
Hundreds of ‘somethings’ cut through the air and scattered in all directions.
They spread across the wide land, falling over a vast area.
“They’re not even firing in a concentrated manner. What can they hope to achieve with so few projectiles?”
The aircraft were spaced hundreds of meters apart.
They were being deployed across tens of kilometers of the front line, but the enemies didn’t seem concerned.
In fact, neither did Russell’s forces.
No one believed those aircraft could significantly impact the front.
Moments later, the aircraft exploded with a deafening roar.
Kwagwagwagwang!
“……!”
Hwareureureuk
Hundreds of objects erupted in flames.
The entire front line was engulfed, instantly incinerating the undead.
“Heo!”
“This is unbelievable!”
There were a million of them.
Of course, not all of them died in that single attack, but the important thing was that it had struck the entire front line.
The scorching heat set everything ablaze.
And hundreds of objects rained down repeatedly.
Kwagwagwagwagwang!
Hwareureureureuk!
The undead burned to death without even a scream.
The sight of the entire front line consumed by flames was both terrible and awe-inspiring.
Thud!
Duke Russell collapsed in shock.
The soldiers knelt in awe. The knights followed suit. All the nobles, all those on the front lines, sang praises to God.
A divine punishment.
That was the only explanation for what had just occurred.
The adjutant looked at Russell.
“T-The divine army has unleashed a firestorm!”
“This… I have no choice but to believe it.”
Russell muttered.
Napalm bombs were raining down everywhere.
Fire, the most effective weapon against the undead.
Without shields, they were helpless against the inferno. Deploying this much ordnance was only possible in a modern war.
If this were a battle on Earth, the enemies wouldn’t be so densely packed.
Dense formations were effective in ancient warfare, but in modern warfare, such concentrations are naturally avoided.
As the napalm bombs fell, the undead on the western front were decimated, and the central and eastern fronts also suffered tremendous losses, forcing the undead to retreat.
Of course, our primary target is the western front.
We will clear the western front first, then advance to the central front, and occupy all the territories we pass through.
If a territory is completely devastated, we will rescue and purify the survivors. If it’s still viable, we will restore it as much as possible.
That was how I planned to build the foundation of the empire.
The nobles who witnessed the devastating power were speechless.
“Such amazing weapons! We cannot lose this war!”
The nobles were ecstatic.
Marquis Arden and his nobles, along with the newly integrated nobles, spoke with one voice.
Morale was soaring.
The soldiers cheered, and the black magicians, including myself, naturally believed victory was assured.
It was a foregone conclusion.
If you can’t wipe out the enemy with this much firepower, you’re unfit to be a commander.
“It’s nothing.”
“Hehe, the enemies will soon retreat to the Magic Kingdom!”
“Well, we’ll have to wait and see.”
Sarah gave a report.
“Master! The first strike is complete!”
“What’s the situation on the western front?”
“I estimate we burned about 80% of them.”
“That’s a shame. Couldn’t we have burned them all?”
“It’s possible, but the consumption of napalm bombs would be excessive.”
“Good. Open the gate and advance!”
The troops were already on standby.
I had brought 200,000 armed undead legions. We combined them with the surviving troops here to create 150,000 more.
Plus 50,000 new recruits.
A total of 400,000 troops were assembled.
Even though I brought 200,000, it was remarkable to gather another 200,000 in an area that wasn’t even the main front.
This would have been impossible if these weren’t humans who had endured war for 300 years.
But a war economy was commonplace in this world, and most people knew how to use weapons. Therefore, extensive training wasn’t necessary.
A large army of 400,000 marched through the gate.
The enemy has been reduced to about 200,000, and they are forming a formation to surround us.
It won’t be difficult to defeat 200,000 burned and battered enemy soldiers.
Meanwhile, I moved to find Duke Oser of the Magic Kingdom.
I already knew the enemy’s leadership through reconnaissance drones.
The drone was constantly transmitting Duke Oser’s image.
“He’s completely lost it.”
“That’s understandable. Witnessing a million people being wiped out at once must have been a shock he’s never experienced before.”
That was Kalburn’s assessment.
Soojung looked at me.
“Dad! We have to kill him to end this battle!”
“Of course, we have to kill him.”
I cast various buffs on myself.
Paang!
A brilliant light erupted, and strength surged through me.
I could have killed him with magic, but there was a risk he would teleport and escape.
As a noble of the Magic Kingdom, especially a Duke, he must be killed here. That will give us an advantage in future battles.
Duke Oser and some black magicians were visible.
Several city-states must have formed an alliance to defend the western front. Even an undead legion couldn’t raise this many troops from a single territory.
I teleported directly to Duke Oser.
“You bastard!”
Duke Oser and the surrounding nobles were startled and drew their swords.
A space where even magic was difficult to use due to the close proximity.
I wasn’t particularly skilled in swordsmanship, but it was different with a body enhanced by magic. I immediately unleashed curses and poison in all directions, while simultaneously using my sword to cut them down one by one.
“Cough! It’s poison!”
“What a terrible poison!”
Of course, it was a terrible poison.
I used 7th circle magic, and in modern times, black magic has been improved over thousands of years, even incorporating scientific principles.
It exerted a level of power far beyond the magic of this medieval world.
Poisons and germs were an indispensable part of modern science.
Duke Oser’s stomach was rotting. He was cursed and poisoned, his face turning black.
Duke Oser tried to flee.
But my sword was faster.