< Final Chapter-011. >
The whole world was burning.
There was no other way to describe the scene before them.
The space where all the incendiary bombs from the magazine had been dumped, burning away the monsters’ contamination.
Through the flas and acrid smoke, drop equipnt carrying Special Magical Power Unit mages plunged down relentlessly.
Landing zones only remained stable for 3 minutes.
There was no ti to deploy parachutes.
Instead, they relied on lightweight reinforced suits to cushion their fall and magical power fields beneath their feet.
Crack-!
“Kieeeek?!”
The monster’s head, staggering from the heat, burst like a waterlon.
The squad mbers slowly walked out wearing gas masks from their drop equipnt.
After completing their descent, they imdiately raised their weapons, aiming at the swarm of monsters charging toward them.
“These damn monsters never end.”
The five stroke imprints marked on their right arms all lit up simultaneously.
Unlike the distinctive red light of the previous Special Magical Power Unit, these magic imprints each emitted different colors.
Just as the monsters’ fangs reached the muzzles of their guns—
“Open fire.”
With Commander Guille’s brief order, the monster swarm charging from the front vanished entirely.
“Enemy vanguard collapsed! Follow-up forces in sight!”
“Magic circuit output to maximum! Concentrate fire and break through enemy formation. Ortega!”
“Anyone who falls behind dies by my hand before the monsters get them! Assault team forward!”
“Uwaaaaah—!”
A wave of monsters filled their field of vision.
Though sli, claws, and contamination assaulted the squad mbers, the Special Magical Power Unit maintained their formation without yielding.
Ortega stood at the vanguard, absorbing the enemy’s numbers.
Matt provided long-range fire support from the rear, assisting squad mbers while focusing precision strikes on higher-ranked specins.
And in the center, he commanded the troops while coordinating the battlefield with wide-area explosion formulas.
“Really… They’ve co up in quite large numbers.”
Guille muttered as he watched the soldiers breaking through the front lines.
Three seven stroke imprint mages.
Each one alone rivaled the combat strength of forr magic noble family heads, and together they created powerful synergy.
‘And the high-ranking mages forming the unit’s core have power that doesn’t fall behind them.’
Ard with new magic bullets and specialized reinforcent suits, the high-ranking mages demonstrated power incomparable to the previous Special Magical Power Unit.
“Die you fucking monsters–!”
“Loading magic bullets! Maintain fire!”
“Don’t stop! Forward! Forward-!”
Particularly noticeable were the chanical devices mounted on their right shoulders.
They were formula generation devices created by combining monster mana cores with mass-produced magic imprints.
Whir—!
Equipnt that automatically activated and maintained the most basic formulas for mages, like strength enhancent and barriers.
Thanks to this, the squad mbers who dropped here could invest all their magical power purely into firepower.
And what they saw before them now was the result.
An impossible sight unfolded where they weren’t exhausted even after firing thirty magic bullets.
They were casually wielding magical power that even Maximilien, one of the greatest mages of his ti, couldn’t handle.
“Kwueoeouk-?!”
“Kiieek-! Kiiek–!”
The monsters, once called nightmares of the battlefield, were swept away like insects.
Normally, it would have been impossible to take them down so easily.
They would have had to locate the monsters, assess their numbers, carefully plan their strategy, and slowly eliminate them one by one.
Was it because the monsters were that powerful?
While that was part of it, the real reason was different.
‘There were too many internal enemies.’
Magic nobles, Revolutionary Army, the Republic.
Enemies other than monsters had constantly hindered each other and remained in conflict.
Ideology, beliefs, interests, emotions.
They stabbed each other in the back for all sorts of reasons, neglecting approaching threats and only thinking about how to use them.
However, things were different now.
The masses who had called for revolution supported Eugene while enjoying peace that ca after a hundred years.
The imprints of the magic nobles that had eaten away at the continent beca samples for the imprint research institute.
And with the death of the secretary general, the Republic knelt before Eugene.
Even if the thods were violent, peace was peace.
Though there were many aftereffects, the continent was finally unified.
‘And this is the result produced by unified humanity.’
Magical power testing and awakening procedures, previously limited to the noble class and select individuals, were implented for all continental citizens through the Supre Commander’s orders.
The number of mages, once only in the thousands, had now grown to hundreds of thousands, and these expanded ranks of mages were supplied with new imprints created by dismantling the magic nobles’ magic imprints.
And finally, various chanical equipnt to support all of it.
Five years.
Eugene’s empire, having endured that ti, ca to wield power greater than anyone in continental history had ever possessed.
Enough to repel the largest monster invasion in history with less than 10% of their forces.
But at that mont.
Boom—!
With a massive explosion, Ortega’s advancing steps ca to a halt.
“What?! What’s suddenly…!”
What bound his feet was a monster with an alien appearance.
Dozens of spheres of light were glowing beyond his shoulder.
Being a containnt attack, it hadn’t pierced Ortega’s barrier.
However, what surprised them wasn’t the power.
“Magic?”
Those lights glowing beyond the monster’s back were magic.
And it was the all too familiar photon magic of Duke Nachtval.
“…Right, so you’re like that too?”
Slowly walking out was a monster covered in smooth armor-like carapace.
“For 5 years after the Republic War, the monsters never created a single rift.”
They had remained in hibernation after ceasing activity.
Seeing the seven stroke imprint embedded in that monster’s chest, Eugene, who had been silently watching them, slowly spoke.
“However, they haven’t declined or collapsed.”
Those who continued to develop over these five years—
It wasn’t just us.
With Eugene’s words, the pure-breed monster, ‘Zeplant’, slowly raised its hand.
Click. Click.
With eerie tallic sounds, a group of monsters gradually revealed themselves.
Seeing this, the squad mbers clenched their teeth and gripped their weapons tighter.
“This is insane, don’t tell …!”
“Pure-breed monsters? All of them?”
Not the repulsive appearance made of mbranes and flesh masses.
Not beasts that charged mindlessly, acting on instinct.
Monsters moving in perfect unison in formation, clad in black carapace rather than flesh masses.
The elite forces of the monster army, composed of hundreds of pure-breed specins.
Rumble—!
And simultaneously, changes occurred in the massive flower protecting their rear.
Crunch- Crunch–!
The petals covered in egg sacs slowly opened, and a massive structure gradually revealed itself from within.
The monster’s heart, the mana core.
That thing created by connecting thousands of power generators that were the source of magical power…
“A magical power cannon…!”
“Did they make so kind of cannon with their own hearts? These crazy bastards, they keep coming up with new things.”
While so narrowed their eyes examining it, murmurs broke out among the squad mbers.
In terms of size, it was similar to ‘Ambrosia’, the railway gun used to destroy the Colossus.
The problem was that its target wasn’t an objective dozens of kiloters away, but themselves right in front of it.
– Kiaaaaaaaaak—!
The flower screaming as thousands of hearts lit up.
In response to the cry of that flower bearing the rift, an imasurable, trendous magical power enveloped everyone present.
Following the pure-breed monster army, this was the second variable.
So rookie mages who sensed the condensing magical power turned to Guille with pale faces.
“This is bad, Captain! If we take a direct hit from that much magical power…!”
“We need to retreat. At this rate, the forces here…!”
“No.”
But unlike them, Guille raised his hand to calm the squad mbers and stared ahead with a stern expression.
“All units maintain current positions. Respond to enemy rush.”
“Captain?!”
“In this situation, if we retreat, do you think we can make it back alive?”
“…!”
This is the problem with the new generation mages.
They have better talent than us, but lack experience.
Along with Matt’s words, Ortega at the vanguard raised his voice.
“Don’t chicken out, you bastards-!”
Ortega drew magical power from his heightened magic circuit, channeling it into the weapons in both hands.
Seeing this, the other squad mbers imdiately understood his intention.
‘He’s preparing to face the monsters lined up opposite us without even paying attention to the flower gathering magical power right in front of us.’
‘Which ans…’
They never had any intention of avoiding it in the first place.
“Magical power cannon my ass. Have you all forgotten?”
Having completed his preparations, Ortega showed his teeth in a grin.
“We’re currently on a mission with the Supre Commander.”
With those words, the squad mbers’ vision was engulfed in light.
The monsters’ magical power cannon reached its critical point.
That trendous magical power was finally unleashed toward them.
Light. Light. Light.
Just as the light that seed capable of blinding them just by looking at it was about to envelop their entire bodies—
Boom—!
With a thunderous roar, the flower’s open bud shook violently.
The planned magical power bombardnt?
Why are we still alive?
As they thought this and slowly opened their eyes—
“…Impossible.”
Eugene stood at the very center of their formation.
An imprint emitting golden radiance and a smoking pistol.
It was certain.
Eugene’s explosion formula had prevented that massive cannon from firing.
“He suppressed that?”
“Thousands of monster cores worth of magical power, by himself?”
Shock, awe, fear.
Though he received gazes filled with nurous emotions, Eugene maintained an indifferent expression as if uninterested and walked forward.
The magical power cannon imdiately loaded its next shot.
Aiming Heresy in his right hand toward its center—
“Pierce through.”
Along with those words like an incantation, a red beam pierced straight through the center of the massive flower.
Kieeeeeeek–!
As if unable to bear the scream, the ground began cracking everywhere.
The flower twisted and thrashed about as if in pain from having its body pierced through entirely.
“A pure-breed army with increased numbers through simplified production procedures, tactical deploynt, railway gun… All familiar patterns.”
Eugene walked slowly toward the front lines as if others weren’t even visible.
His gaze, looking up, remained fixed on a figure sitting on one of the collapsed petals.
“…”
A form whose true appearance was indiscernible, covered in shadows and tentacles.
“You prepared thoroughly.”
However, seeing that form, Eugene could imdiately tell who it was.
Who this girl looking at him was.
“Irene.”
As Eugene said this, the grotesque figure split sideways.
What erged from the split shadows was a girl with a delicate appearance that didn’t match this hellish scene.
“Welco, Eugene.”
Coming down steps made of monster mbrane, the girl smiled brightly.
Irene Elcryer.
The queen of monsters who had prepared all of this for Eugene.
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