CH 93

Chapter 93 – Having a Secret Intention

“We are honored.”

Smiling at the cliff edge of Casemaian are the winged tribe’s sisters. They are Luvia-san, Maeve-san, and Owe-san.

All three of them are slender and tall, perhaps because of their shape for flying, and they all have a model’s body, which makes them look more calm and mature than necessary… I don’t know enough about other winged tribes to determine if that’s a racial characteristic or the result of becoming more like their leader, Luvia-san.

I’m not used to women, so I tend to speak in an honorific tone, which is a problem.

Anyway, the ladies had successfully completed the test-firing yesterday, but it took a little time because they tried their own formation against the female (temporary name) golem.

As a result, everyone seemed to have a good response, and I could feel their trust and affection for the RPG-7.

“Luvia-san, what’s that equipment formation?”

The only ones holding the launchers were Luvia-san, who had long, flowing black hair, and Maeve-san, who had chestnut-colored semi-long hair in a loose ponytail.

Owe-san, who has bouncy, curly hair that is cut very short, is equipped with an M4 assault rifle and has three warhead cases slung over her shoulder. Owe-san’s firing tube is carried on both shoulders by Luvia-san.

“We have thought it over thoroughly. We believe you will be satisfied with the results.”

A formation with one person as an escort? They must have had their own ideas, as their battleground is the sky, where there is no hope of shielding them. I nodded and decided to respect their decision.

“Then, Your Majesty, the Demon King. We’re off.”

With a sudden leap, they opened their wings and flapped them in a gliding motion, quickly gaining altitude.

The winged tribe’s soaring figure seemed to have been seen by the enemy, and soon after, from behind some shields, attack magic fire bombs were launched into the sky above. After spinning around and effortlessly avoiding them, Owe-san fires a point-blank 5.56mm round to check the infantry.

Flying around at the speed of a reciprocating fuselage, Owe-san’s shooting is almost acrobatic in its accuracy, as she hits the target while taking evasive maneuvers.

Although the distance between them makes it difficult to see the extent of their injuries, each time she fires, the infantrymen who fall and roll over and their comrades who carry them into the shield can be seen. This is the disgusting nature of small-caliber bullets, which have low energy and low killing power. The toll on the enemy in combat is far harder than killing them instantly.

Although we are putting it off, for now, it’s war until we can defeat those infantrymen.

“Once the golem is defeated, we will go down to the plain and sweep up the rest of the enemy. Will you come with me?”

“Of course.”

That was all I heard back. But that was all I needed to know. I know that Myrril is ready and prepared to go with me, no matter when or where, no matter what awaits us. I feel like crying a little.

The remaining clay golems and infantrymen charge through the shielding, but they are shot through by the Elven shooters and fall. The situation was already in a sweep, with the enemy on the plains unable to see us well enough.

Bang, bang…

With a dull sound, the wing-like panels deployed from the rear back of the large ore golem begin to glow.

“What is that? They look like wings… Rinko, do you know what they are?”

“I don’t know… that kind of thing is a case that’s completely shut out even within the Imperial Army, except for the people involved. But I don’t think it can fly…”

Indeed, I don’t know what that thing is, but I think it’s only a big target when it comes to flight capability here. If what is required of the golem is an overwhelming combat capability to spread destruction and fear, then…

“A magical weapon, I suppose.”

The panel intensifies its light with electrifying sparks, simultaneously generating a blue-white wall to the front.

“I’ve never seen a magic barrier… thick enough to be visible.”

“Should we evacuate now?”

“No use. If the attack of such a high-powered magic weapon, a little distance and shielding are meaningless.”

What’s the point of further fortifying the defense when it had already put up a magic barrier to repel tank cannons even in its normal state?

“Could it be that the fuselage itself cannot be protected by a magic barrier now?”

“Yes. If you put up two magic barriers, one for attack and the other for defense, they will interfere with each other.”

Rinko pointed to a barrier deployed at a distance from the fuselage.

“The barrier is also designed to repel attacks from the front until it is filled with magic power. The opening is still unprotected. Those sisters, they might be able to do it.”

Rinko wagged his finger in an unusually cheerful voice.

Ahead of her finger, I saw Luvia-san and Maeve-san, who had flipped themselves up high in the sky, folding their wings and falling down vertically. Their bodies, squeezed thin like diving athletes on the verge of landing in the water, plunge straight down at an astonishing speed.

…Hey, are they okay?

Opening their wings so low that you would think they were going to be slammed into the golem as it was, the two of them fired three RPG-7s and flew away. The warheads, impaled on the deployed rear back, explode after a slight pause.

Bang…!

Like a beast that has had its spine snapped, the giant golem bobbed up and let out a squeak that resembled a roar. A blue light, perhaps a residue of attack magic or an overflowing magical light, exploded, engulfing the surrounding area.

The humanoid ore golem, rolled over by the impact, rouses itself and looks at us with its shell pole at the ready.

I knew what it was thinking. A soldier who was prepared to die in the face of a terrible defeat was at least willing to give it a shot.

The Simonov anti-tank rifle and KPV heavy machine gun open fire but are repelled by the ore golem. It’s not without damage, but it doesn’t seem to be enough to take it down.

“Aim for the joints!”

“Too late; they are coming!”

The ore golem cleaves the surroundings with its shell pole, smashing and ticking up the wreckage of the wagon assembled for shielding.

It realizes that the debris it has bounced off and scattered around it is a check on the winged tribe circling above.

Luvia-san and the others are in evasive maneuvers to keep their distance so no damage is done, but then a golem with a bluish-white light leaps up and begins to dash toward the canyon.

The golem is nearly 10 meters tall, so it doesn’t care about horse-proof fences or barbed wire. Holding low to protect the core on its chest, it throws a shell pole at us with a full swing. The heavy metal mass, which must have weighed more than a dozen tons, flying at us with a roar is enough to make us feel fear, but it is not enough to make us feel that we are in danger.

“Storage!”

It was clear that there was another purpose.

The ore golem that had run into the cliff dashed its toes into the middle of the cliff and, using it as a fulcrum, stepped boldly into the air and leaped into the air.

The edge of the cliff is reached. The huge hand supports its own weight, even though the edge is heavily damaged.

“It got its hand all the way to the main wall…”

An ore golem appeared in front of the ramparts.