Second Death Row Series: A Death Row Convict Teaches at a School of Magic - Cel b9
- Second Death Row Series: A Death Row Convict Teaches at a School of Magic
- Cel b9 - Another World's Battlefield (1)
Translator: MadHatter Editor: MadHatter
The field of vision was broad. It was as though I had eyes on my temples. On top of that, I could accurately grasp perspective, which I found to be an astounding invention.
With the lens in operation, I was observing the battlefield from a distance.
Excellent visibility was facilitated by the light that hovered in the sky as a result of the sacred power. The Zaghir forces were outnumbering those of the Imperial Army, which was apparent at a glance. The artillery of the Imperial Army, nonetheless, was mounted on an elevated platform, and the favorable height of its position made up for the numerical advantage.
From the sound collector device, the blast of the artillery reached my ears.
Four or five Zaghir soldiers who had climbed up the precipitous slope were blasted away and blown backward, their bodies in a mess. Besides the destructive power of the cannon, the range of the cannon itself was also substantially heightened due to the added gravitational acceleration caused by the downward firing. The speed of the assault was slow, perhaps because the first wave of Zaghir’s army was also intimidated by the cannon fire.
At that moment, a figure leaped out from the front of the Zaghir army at a speed that set it apart from the others. Even in the dismal darkness, the figure’s hand carrying the long sword had a subtle sparkle to it.
“The spirit knight is coming!”
Artillery rounds were targeted at the spirit knight as the Imperial Army roared in exasperation. Even if the spirit armament possessed superhuman strength, a mass-produced replica of it—the demi-series—could hardly kill a person.
All of the shells that came in, though, burst in midair. The dazed troops of the Imperial Army eventually caught sight of a young man who was brandishing a large sword in the air.
“Is that… ‘Bao’? If so, the wielder of that is Catana Rod…”
“A C-class spirit possessor is this swift…!? Watch out, his slash is―”
The young man, Catana, swung his sword. The cannon and the artilleryman who was hidden in the sandbags were both split in two by a jet-black slash that flew from his sword in the next second.
Did that slash just fly off…?
Catana looked up at me, at the lens that was floating above us.
Right after I made the lens retreat sharply, I noticed what appeared to be a black arc crossing in front of my eyes. The timing couldn’t have been better.
“That’s as far as you go!”
A sword was flung towards Catana with a deep, hefty voice.
Even with the lens’s dynamic vision, Catana was able to expertly deflect the sword, which was moving so quickly that it was barely perceptible. He then sprang into the air.
However, the sword, which had been launched in an arc, took an unusual course as though enticed, and it ultimately came to rest in a man’s hand. It was Major Gowes, a spirit knight and a close aide to Brownie, the commander of the central section of the First Defense Line.
He accelerated like a cannonball at Catana while adjusting the upper position on his C-class spirit armament “Fragarach”.
“Your opponent is me!”
The region surrounding them was jolted by the repulsive force of their spirit power as their swords collided.
In the midst of the swordfight, Catana spoke in a low but resonant voice.
“Don’t mind me! Spirit knights, crush the cannon first!”
“Defend the cannon at all costs! Cale, Rondel, and Bellus, deal with the other spirit knights!”
Each leader issued orders, and eventually the two armies clashed in a ferocious battle.
The opposing leader was under Gowes’ control, but there was a definite disparity in power.
At any rate, there were four spirit knights on our side and eight on theirs. The front line disintegrated in a split second even if Gowes was able to fend off one of them since the three of them would still be up against seven of them.
“Damn it… retreat! Retreat to the Second Defense Line!”
It did not take long for Gowes to issue that order.
The Imperial Army abandoned the remaining cannons and started to retreat after seven of its ten were destroyed. The withdrawal was timed well, but if there was a problem, it was likely caused by the soldiers’ excessive panic as they fled.
As the Imperial Army began to retreat, the cannons that had been reversed took aim at them. Zaghir forces took the few remaining cannons of the Imperial Army, which had only about three cannons left.
“Fools! When retreating, you have to destroy the cannons…”
The cannons then all burst simultaneously, ruthlessly delivering direct strikes to the exposed backs of the Imperial Army soldiers.
Explosions, shrieks, and roars of rage emanating from the backs of the retreating soldiers intensified their terror. Some of them, who seemed to be senior officers, frantically struggled to maintain control, but the soldiers would not listen to them. This was not a retreat, but a rout.
“You’re too late!”
Perhaps their impatience was contagious, the enemy spirit knight from the side end defeated one of the imperial spirit knights, Rondel. The pursuit became even more ferocious, and those in the rear of the line fell prey to the bombardment one after another. Gowes also seemed to want to join in, but Catana would have none of it.
The confusion and fear were further escalated when the spirit knights and Bellus fell as well. With this, even if they fall back to the second line of defense, it will only lead to more chaos. No, more importantly, our lives, which will be serving as the rearguard of this unit will be…
“―Thanks for the battle report, Thilia.”
A gunshot was heard close to my ear. It was really close to my ear, not through a sound collector but rather directly next to it.
The opposing spirit knight who had defeated Bellus was shortly after vanquished. When I wondered what happened, I saw a hole in his forehead as he looked up at the sky.
“I didn’t want to spend too much magical power here but this is inevitable. It’s a little more distant, but we’re going to make our move. The enemy is still a little far from the range of the cannon, but we’ll use snipers to reduce their numbers a little, so you, Thilia, search for anyone who looks like a commander other than the one Major Gowes is engaging in an exchange of blows.”
I peered next to my side, not through the lens, but with my naked eyes.
There, a young man was only observing the opposition through the scope while lying on a high platform constructed of many layers of sandbags.
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