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The black armor’s limbs were thin, and blue glowing particles emanated from the wings on its back. Its right arm held a sniper rifle, something that was not supposed to exist in this world. Its left arm had a blade made of condensed mana.

That magic blade was strong enough to completely stop Fred’s sword, which he held with both his hands.

“Who are you! One of the rebels?!”

Fred shouted loudly, but the black armor just sighed and raised the sniper rifle in her right hand. He instinctively jumped to the side, and a bullet passed right through his armpit. If he had not moved, the bullet would have pierced his heart instead.

After jumping back, Fred held his sword in front of him while the black armor opened a magic storage and put the sniper rifle in, and then light gathered in the shape of a gun on its hand.

Aiming that gun at Fred, the armor shot a bullet of compressed mana.

“I knew it! You’ve also reincarnated like me! There’s no reason for us to fight!”

Fred shouted while evading the bullet. He had started to think that when he noticed the sniper rifle, and seeing a second gun had made him certain of that, as guns did not exist in this world.

The black armor seemed to understand what Fred was trying to say.

“I may have reincarnated here, but I have no reason to side with you.”

Unbothered by Fred’s words, the black armor continued attacking. Meanwhile, Fred was confused by that response, barely able to dodge the bullets as he tried to continue reasoning with the black armor.

“I want to push this world forward! Their culture is so outdated, and the people are suffering at the hands of monarchs and nobles! There’s even dangerous monsters! We know better, so it’s our duty to establish democracy and show them the true way forward¹!”

Compared to Fred’s previous life, it was easy to see why he would think this world was antiquated. While magic technology was something new, their overall culture felt centuries behind what Fred knew.

There was a large disparity between those in power and the common class, and where one stood was determined by their birth. Human life was also constantly threatened by monsters.

So Fred believed that people like him who had reincarnated there from a peaceful and modern world, had the duty of improving this one in the same ways. But his ideals did not resonate with the black armor.

“Are you stupid? Don’t think I’m the same as a pretentious idiot like you.”

The black armor flat out rejected him. More particles shot out from the black armor’s wings and it flew back, maintaining its aim on Fred.

“Kuh!”

Fred blocked the torrent of bullets before charging forward to close the gap between them. Then his blade began sparking as it became charged with lightning.

“Voltray!”

He swung the electrified blade at the black armor, but its magic blade deflected the attack.

“?!”

Fred looked astonished that his attack had been avoided so easily even with all the force he put behind it, and the black armor utilized that moment of shock to aim its gun.

“You’re so weak.” Saying that, the black armor pulled the trigger and started shooting.

“Ah…ahhhhHHHH!!”

A moment later, there was a spurt of blood and a terrible cream.

Fred’s chest and stomach were perforated, and as he fell, the black armor pulled out the sniper rifle again and began aiming. But a moment before shooting, an enormous fireball passed right behind it.

The black armor turned to look at the source of that fireball, seeing it came from Granleuche’s army.

“Your aim is terrible. Is that your first time shooting?”

Fred had not received any assistance during the fight with the black armor until then, and even now, there were no signs that a second fireball would come. At the very least, it was safe to assume that the army did not have many members capable of long range attacks.

Either way, the black armor had planned on destroying all of Granleuche’s army from the start. So after making its wings flap, it flew straight there.

Wulbent grumbled to himself.

Granleuche had been researching long-range attacks guided by light magic. Sadly, it was something that required many sorcerers working together to accomplish, and it had a low rate of success, so it was not used in actual combat.

But Wulbent had thought he had the skill necessary to use it. In a way, being able to maintain a light magic spell to track his target long enough to charge the fireball and launch it over such a great distance was commendable in itself.

Sadly, he had missed the mark.

As he attempted to charge a second attack, the black armor was already closing in on him.

At the very least, the fireball had succeeded in distracting the black armor, preventing Fred from being shot and allowing Granleuche’s army to maintain their morale as they continued fighting against the counter-revolutionary troops.

They quickly identified the flying black armor as an enemy. Seeing that it was alone, they assumed their numerical advantage would be more than enough to overwhelm it.

And yet, the black armor showed no signs of concern as it began its assault.

Dispelling the magic blade in its left hand, it formed another magic gun. With it, the black armor flew in rapid circles above Granleuche’s army, firing relentlessly. The bullets tore through the soldiers’ armor with deadly precision.

The vanguard raised their large shields, and sorcerers deployed barriers in an attempt to defend themselves. But the bullets slipped through the gaps effortlessly, striking with pinpoint accuracy.

Meanwhile, the elf archers and sorcerers sought to retaliate, but the black armor was flying too high and too fast for their attacks to land.

Then, the black armor sensed a surge of mana gathering behind it. Turning around, it caught sight of a massive ice boulder forming in the air—just before it exploded.

Shards of ice struck the black armor’s back, sending it plummeting downward. But thanks to the momentum of its flight, the impact was more like a forceful push than a direct hit. The attack failed to deal any significant damage.

“Graaaahhhhh!”

The fall had placed the black armor within striking range of the soldiers. A burly dwarf wielding a massive axe charged forward.

The black armor’s wings vanished, and it rolled across the ground, narrowly evading the axe. The weapon crashed into the earth, splitting it apart with a deep fissure.

The surrounding soldiers gasped. If that attack had landed, they were certain the black armor would have been cleaved in two.

“Hmph!” The dwarf hoisted his axe once more, swinging it in a wide horizontal arc, aiming to strike the black armor mid-roll.

A metallic clink rang out as the black armor kicked the axe, sending it spinning into the air.

“Damn youuuu!”

Even without his weapon, the dwarf refused to back down. He raised his massive fists, thick as logs.

Dwarves were known for their immense physical strength. A trained warrior like him could bend solid iron bars with his bare hands—there was little that could withstand a direct punch from him.

The soldiers braced themselves, expecting to witness the dwarf crush his opponent. But then— The black armor caught the punch with a single, slender arm.

“Sadly for you, I’m also quite confident in my strength.”

With those words, the black armor clenched down on the dwarf’s massive fist, exerting pressure. Bones cracked. Fingers bent at unnatural angles. A sickening crunch filled the air as the hand was reduced to a bloody, mangled mess.

“Gyaaaaahhhhhhhh…ghuh—!”

The dwarf’s scream of agony was cut short. A powerful punch to the face caved in his skull, leaving his features so disfigured they were unrecognizable. His lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

As the black armor turned to choose its next target, glowing chains suddenly appeared around it, wrapping tightly around its limbs. A restraining spell—cast by the army sorcerers nearby.

But the chains didn’t hold for long. With minimal effort, the black armor flexed its limbs, and cracks spread along the glowing bindings.

“Supreme and magnificent God of Light, heed my prayer. Smite this wicked enemy with your light of judgment!” Wulbent refused to wait for another opening. He immediately began chanting. “Cascata Iris!”

With the incantation complete, the spell activated. A radiant rainbow light poured from the sky, fully engulfing the black armor. The rapid heating of the ground beneath created a powerful gust of wind, sending dust and debris billowing outward.

“Heh, I don’t know who that was, but they’re gone now!” Wulbent smirked as he deployed a barrier to shield himself from the wind and dust, confident in his victory.

As the dust settled and visibility returned, the battlefield became clear once more. And there it was. The black armor stood in the same place, completely unharmed. The chains were gone.

“That… that can’t be?! It’s impossible for anyone to take a direct hit from a high-level spell and remain standing!”
“You call that high level? That?”

Wulbent doubted his eyes as the black armor taunted him with a frigid voice.

Granleuche’s army was still standing, and as long as their healer was with them, it would be hard for them to be defeated. Even now, their vanguard had been brought back from the brink of death multiple times already.

But now, it was the black armor’s turn to chant.

“A crimson arsenal lives in my heart, accompanied by a swarm of ghosts.
Laughing like snakes, crying like scorpions, they tear through delusion.
Loving like centipedes, resenting like hornets, we share our pain.”

As the chant continued, a chilling aura spread across the battlefield.

Everyone who heard those ominous words felt their blood run cold. The sheer amount of mana being gathered was overwhelming, sending waves of dread through the soldiers.

They quickly realized—they could not afford to let this spell reach completion. Panic set in as they scrambled to interrupt the chanting. But—

“As a discarded shell with a shattered heart, I ask. Take the life left here.”

There was little they could do against an opponent who had just endured Wulbent’s strongest spell without a scratch.

“Azi Dahaka.”

With the incantation complete, an enormous black rift tore open in the air above the black armor².

1. Robinxen: Dude, you are SO American. No wonder you immediately wrecked the country you ‘liberated’.
2. Robinxen: What’s it gonna be? Gate of Babylon but guns?

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