Modern Weapons Cheat in Another World

A man with hatred and willingness to kill was about to move out as preparations for a steady battle were under way in Phoenix, the Imperial capital of the Elsas Magic Empire, in preparation for the final showdown to come.

"- The seeds sprouted... about right"

A room in the palace of the Imperial capital.

A man in a fighting relationship out of a match of interest with Lenya raises a heavy waist in a lavish room reserved for himself.

Fill the shoulder with a specially wrapped left arm prosthetic arm, check the operation of the hand, which is no longer significantly different from the actual arm by passing magic, wear a special leather armor made by overlapping the hard epidermis of the dragon, weave a black cape with a hood, and wear a black mask of steel that covers the entire face as if it were a lid on its own heart.

A man's comatose eyes peered through the two holes drilled in the mask.

"Wait, Kazuya Nagato. I'll kill you."

A clenched fist unwittingly opens as a ready man heads to the door.

A weapon appeared in the man's hand after a moment of blinking.

It was a lever-actioned M1873 Winchester rifle used by gunmen, cowboys, and outlaws during the Western pioneering era.

His gun is a predominantly preemptive sliding cavity infantry gun used by the Imperial Army, a musket gun, and a new infantry gun that has recently undergone deployment to the troops - a performance that is one or two steps ahead of a minier gun that has dramatically improved its range of flights, accuracy of hits, and even its ability to fire by renovating its musket barrel and using a unique ammunition called minier ammunition.

There is also one important point to note.

This means that up to 14 rounds of 44-40 center fire packs are pre-loaded in the built-in tube magazine (tubular magazine), and that at the time of firing, a mechanism is provided to pull down the lever with the cautionary iron protruding on the machine subordinate side of the gun and return it to a fixed position to drain the empty drugstore from the drugstore while loading the next bullet.

In other words, unlike single-shot musket guns and mini-eye guns, which had to be spent reloading one shot at a time, it is possible to project high firepower through a series of shots.

"I've been waiting for you. Battalion Commander."

M1873 A silver-haired beauty appeared before a man who hung his Winchester rifle on his shoulder with a sling (shoulder strap) and walked wide through the palace.

Dark skin on the body with more ups and downs than people, and pointy ears peeking from silver hair.

At first glance, she is a dark elf, but she was actually a mixed child born between a dark elf and a human being.

"... what are you doing? Montana, I don't remember calling you."

"I certainly haven't received a convocation order. However, if the battalion commander is to be in battalion, we will do the same."

"We”?

Beauty following one step back - the man opens the main entrance to the palace as he exchanges words with Montana.

Heavy gates make noises and open, entering a painfully widened view is the figure of the horses gathered in the square in front of the palace and the soldiers holding their reins.

They are the halves, quarters, and imperial subjects of persecution, worthless of dust, that draw the blood of demons and beasts that the Imperial nobility committed in the funny half.

It was this man who gathered and trained and educated and forged a presence that had no such value.

"Lost Scordron. 500 total. Fully equipped and ready to go now."

"I don't want it, it's a trap."

"Yes, we can only be a foothold for you. So, please use it during the battle."

Montana replies as happy for some reason to the man's thrusting words.

"Ask one. I pulled him out of the fucking stash and gave him a decent place, so why would he want to go to the dead end?"

"Because I believe that will be a reward for you for treating us as people. Please let me use this life for you."

"... even if I was blindfolded in anticipation of you acting like that?

"We cannot measure your noble thoughts. The fact that the days you spent with us were taken from us. But that's all that matters."

Montana's attitude remains unchanged when asked that it was an act of dark calculation, and he continues to dedicate his absolute loyalty to the man.

"Right. If that's all you know, let me use it mercilessly."

The man who proceeded to the eyes of the soldiers who would bring and align Montana distorted his mouth under the mask.

The truth is uncertain whether that distorted grin meant joy at all.

The man riding on the horseback that was ready opens his mouth as he looks over at the soldiers.

"... All Attention!! More than this, my Lost Skodron is Parabellum going to fetch the Führer, Kazuya Nagato!! If this succeeds, you will be treated as people in the true sense!! Make a name for yourself in history as a hero of the Führer killing!! Let the world know that you guys lived in a shithole!!

"" "" Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

He, who belongs to a unit named Lost Skodron in the sense that he may lose it or be absent from the beginning, answers with a voice full of cracks to the man whom they have ordained Lord.

"All aboard!! Follow the battalion commander!!

Soldiers ride horses as Montana's majestic beauty echoes, followed by a man at the head of the line.

As is customary, there should be an Imperial citizen drop-off when troops come out of the palace, but it has to do with the fact that this formation was sudden and that the troops were Lost Skodron, and none of the drop-offs were there alone.

Such a sad departure without a mistress will be long told to future generations as the beginning of its brave work and tragedy filled scatter.

"Hmm? Gee!? What is he doing on his own!?

Lenya, who was walking down the hallway of the palace, looked out the window with chirali and leaked her dismay at the sight of the outpost she had witnessed by chance.

"That bastard...... you said 'not then' before this...!! Hang on to me for a word before you go!!

Renya is angry at her colleagues who move around as they please as they continue to say that they are too prone to this impending period.

"... ma, okay. If he turns his enemies around, he'll have more time for my research."

However, when I immediately regained my mind, I turned my attention to the current research that I was conducting.

Taking his gaze off the sight of the outpost, Lenya leaves the hallway and enters the building behind the palace.

There was nothing in there. There was only a wide room, but countless flasks filled with colorless, transparent liquid appeared from the floor when Lenya put her hand on a pedestal with potpounds in the center of the room.

"Hoo-hoo, that's good."

In a flask large enough for each person to enter softly, young women are connected to the tube.

Everyone was uniformly superior in appearance and made me feel somewhere divine.

Also, about half the women on this scene had pure white feathers growing from their backs.

"Oh, my dear angels. Wake up, will you? For my ultimate purpose. And... to kill the enemy."

Lenya laughed invincibly as she gathered devout female believers from the Lowen Church to experiment on strengthening the human body, side by side with appropriate topics such as destroying pagans imminent in the Imperial Capital, and licked them around with a greedy gaze who had succeeded in the experiment and transformed them into those who had to.

"The example plan is working. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

As a result of the fortification experiment, women were reborn as' angels' out of their framework as people and a new race.

The day was approaching when the beauty to that terrible day would be exposed to the public, and full of magic would be used to scatter destruction.