Genocide Reality

500 Knights of St. Baixiang (Seihan Damn) of the Sylphides.

And five hundred horsemen of the Knights of St. Silver.

In the square of the city of Khan, a thousand Pegasus Nights were gathered.

It's pretty good when we get together like this.

"Your Majesty, the Knights of St. Baixiang have ascended."

"Uhm."

The silver-haired knights Arya and others who have served Ariadne for a long time kneel before me.

These lady knights, they're totally awesome.

"King, are you finally fighting the barbarians? You have arms!

Yerhardt, the head of the Knights of St. Silver, who serves the sacrificial royal family of the Sylphides, comes forward with his arms wrapped around him.

A man's knight has good prestige.

"Well, I'll get you guys to work... not fight"

When I said that, Yerhardt looked surprised.

"O king Mahatma, are we underestimating our power? I lost with my sword before, but I use this long spear in action. I also have bow masters under my command..."

"Wait, I'm not underestimating you. I just want you guys to make the most of the power that Pegasus Night can fly in this fight. Hey, Seven Seas."

The Seven Seas are coming on a jeep.

The carrier is loaded with large quantities of grenades.

"Mashiro Wataru-kun. I'm ready."

"Oops...... Arya, Yerhardt. You want me to drop this grenade over the enemy's head."

"Should I throw this?

Yerhardt receives the grenade I hand him.

"Whoa, hold it carefully. It's a bomb that bursts and fragments scatter across a wide area when you're in shock. If it explodes, there will be no human life around you as well as the one you have."

"You're a mess..."

In a hurry, Yerhardt holds back the grenade with both hands.

"You often aim and drop your opponent from an altitude he can't reach. Even if arrows and magic came flying from below, they would easily turn it around if there was a distance. If you want a sniper, use a rifle gun, not a bow. Then there will be no damage here and we will be able to attack unilaterally."

"But isn't it cowardly to attack unilaterally..."

"Is there cowardice and shit in the war? The enemy is attacking us thirty times as many times as we can. The sky can fly. You guys are our precious air force. Kill hundreds of enemies on your own while trying not to make a single sacrifice!

"Your Majesty, we will do as you command!

Arya is honest about how well Ariadne educates.

"All right, Arya, thank you. What will you do, Yerhardt? Or don't you just stick to the pride of a crappy knight?

"King... we are also being sent as reinforcements by His Majesty the Sacrificial King Helios, of course we will. However, I was just a little concerned by the unfamiliar methods, but I have no hesitation whatsoever in killing the barbarians in the first place. I just didn't want to sacrifice my allies if I could."

All right, then.

"Seven Seas, do the timely replenishment of grenades and rifle guns. Let me do the construction of the position here. How much fewer enemies you have before the showdown is a battle."

"Leave it to me!

Well, how much does this reduce the number of enemies?

The Shrine Temple doesn't expect the air force to be here, so the response should be delayed.

If you kill one hundred as planned, 100,000 will reduce your enemies.

Well, I'll just have to let it work.

"Drop them one after the other"

Yes, while ordering his men, Arya felt depressed.

One after another, the battlefield below which the grenades burst was turning into hell.

Whenever a donkey grenade explodes, the screaming and dying soldiers are hateful enemies trying to attack and destroy the allied capitals.

These are the barbarians that the Sylphides are looking down on.

Still, when you look down at the enemies who explode under direct fire or the humans who are groaning in the shower of splashy iron fragments in the explosion.

I think we're creating this snort hell ourselves.

"Captain Arya......"

The girl knights of my men who dropped the grenade did not look happy at all, even before the overwhelming victory, but rather pulled.

This was no longer even a battle, but a unilateral killing.

I know what it's like to pull, painfully, but Arya scolds.

"What are you doing? Drop more Don Grenades. I would have taught the Seven Seas Hall, if the grenade ran out, now it's a rifle gun!

Arya herself shoots down the enemy with a rifle gun.

Guns with ear-busting sounds and recoil were much easier than bows when initially unfamiliar but used to.

With his finger on the trigger, he shoots off daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-

I didn't know people could kill so easily......

What a terrible weapon the king of that people created.

"Arya."

"Yerhardt, have you cleared your job?"

"Oh, it's overwhelming. Destroyed enemies fled to scatter"

Just gaze at it.

Even if we don't say anything, we can guess what we're thinking of each other.

If it had been war against the king of Mahatma, it might have been us, not the barbarians, who had died in the blast of grenades and pieces of iron.

The decision of His Majesty Helios, the sacrificial king of the Sylphides, who entrusted Master Ariadne to King Mahatma and sent us to reinforcements was precisely wise.

"Let's go back to the Seven Seas Palace and sweep away our fleeing enemies when we have supplies. When it's over, defeat a new enemy army and shoot it too."

The barbarians are not foolish enough to be wiped out at once, and they are marching their troops at any rate as if they had anticipated this air strike or sniping.

Even sweeping the remaining enemies within this visible range, there were still as many swarms of enemies as there were.

"Right. Was the life of King Mahatma a hundred men to be killed alone? That's how long it takes to show that king our power."

King Mahatma said the sky could fly itself as a precious force.

If we show them the work they can use here more than any other race, this terrible weapon will never be suited to their homeland.

I suppose they are trusted because they keep such a powerful weapon.

As long as we fought according to King Mahatma, we had no choice but to believe and encourage each other to return to the task of killing the enemies under our eyes.