Summoning the German Army! 〜The Former Strongest Dragon Summoner, Who Lost Everything to the Heroes,

Get what you deserve

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by Klepon

“—There is no God!”

Nasser made it clear.

“You don’t know!! You don’t even want to know!”

Nasser fists were clenched tightly.

“I prayed too. I wished. I clung. Every day, day in, day out, day in, day in, day in, day in, day out!”

Nasser dug his hands into clenched fists and blood came out.

“I’ve prayed, I’ve hoped, I clung to God……And did any help come?　Did God listen?　Did God grant my wish?　Did God save me by clinging to him?….. No, he did not!!”

『Help my parents, please.』

『Save Liz, please.』

『Bring Captain back to life!』

『I hoped!』

『I prayed!』

『I clung to it!』

『That cold day.』

『Those painful days.』

『Even on those hard days…』

Every day, every hour, every minute, every second, without fail. ──────

“But no help came! There is no God!… All there is is anger!”

And as for help or salvation, the only thing Nasser could cling to..

“ —It’s the Germans!!”

“Aaaa-shut up!　There is a God. He is here!　Oh, saint, oh, God…!”

The chief priest reached out towards the statue of the saint and begged for help.

Together with his torturers, he prayed to God and to the saint.

“I have served you – I have done everything for you. So, please!”

Their wishes were────

“Chief Priest!!”

Then he heard someone call him.

“Oo..ooooooo! Thank you, God!”

The chief priest looked pleased.

His gaze was on that temple knight who had gone to call for support.

His presence meant ────!

“Well done! You have finished calling the reinforcement! Quickly, exterminate that man and his army!”

“……….. No, it’s …… impossible”

…….

“..What?”

“…… They say that the chief priest is a necromancer, a necromancer of the dead……that…”

‘w-what’

“ —They’ve all fled……”

“Iiiiidddioooottttt!!”

The chief priest shouted at him, forgetting the situation.

But it was only natural.

Bodies rose and strutted from around the sacred church.

It was the chief priest who controlled it.

The church was a place of purification, poverty and tranquillity – the exact opposite of the undesirables.

It was not the image of a church by any stretch of the imagination.

Instead, they would all agree that it was the work of a demon king.

This was indeed the case…

……There was no excuse for a little bit of this.

“I’m sorry, but────”

The church knight took off his galaran, his helmet  and weapons and other items with the seal of the church on them and threw them on the spot.

“I agree with them that I too want to flee…..if that is the real Knights of the church……I’m disappointed.”

“What?That’s ridiculous!……No, I mean…”

The chief priest felt that he had reached this point and that all his centripetal force was gone.

Abusing him here and now would not win back the trust of the Temple Knights.

On the contrary, he might even be treated as a heretic.

“…..Ah, that was a figure of speech. I trust you guys of course, yes.”

The temple knight, with a smiling but haggard look on his face ─

“I have nothing more to say to you. Now then..”

Finally stripped off his armour, the knight turned his back and left.

“W-wa-wait!!!”

The chief priest reached out to say, [Wait…] but…

“….. looks like your friends are gone.” (Nasser)

“Gnu!　Well, not yet!　I still have faith in God, well, there is still a God!”

Ban! The chief priest hit the statues of saints and remained strong.

“Hahaha! Then you’d better pray to the end…” (Nasser)

“Mmm, of course! God will save us!”

‘Ridiculous’ 

“’We’ll see. I wonder when you’re going to start crying.”

Nasser muttered to himself, and it was getting ridiculous to keep up with the priest chief’s unremitting ramblings.

He liked to kill him without a second thought, but he didn’t want him to die so easily.

At least he should taste the humiliation Nasser had experienced.

First of all, it was the God he was obsessed with.

Nasser didn’t know how reliable the chief priest was.

There was no God.

And he would show him that now.

Attached to the cannon controls suspended in the turret of Panzer II.

Unlike the two MG13s on Panzer I, this one had a 20 mm machine gun and a A 7.92 mm machine gun fitted in parallel. It far outstripped Panzer I.

Nasser looked into the sights.

‘Then let’s try it, Can a 20 mm machine gun reach God?’

The idea came to Nasser when he saw the statue of the saint towering in front of him.　

He thought of the blind believers in God and the heretics who no longer believed in God.

What would happen when the two collide?

If God heard prayers and helped believers ──.

20 mm machine guns would be repelled at every turn.

“Then~ we’re going in with a bang.”

“Ooooo, our God who art in heaven.”

The turret was rotated to match the sight, and the elevation angle of the gun was added.

The target was the face of the statue of the saint.

‘If there is a God, fight back! Let’s see..If I smash the face of that saintly woman who is the symbol of your idolatry. Will your God protect the face of the saint?’

Suuuuu…

“Fireeee”

With vengeful spirit, Nasser fired the machine gun.

Immediately afterwards, ──── dukan!

“Hiii! Ooooo, God, God, God! Save me…!”

After a loud noise that shook the air, the face of the saint’s statue was blown to pieces of wood.

“Hyuuー…… It was really powerful”

Nasser was also surprised when he shot it.

It was amazing how much human beings could be reduced to a piece of flesh. Nasser didn’t think it would also blow up a statue that looked so solid.

“Oooo!! The saint’s face! What a horrible thing to do! Don’t do that!　How he deserves to be punished!　Oh, oh, oh, God! Damnation for this heretic! ”

“Ah-ha, what’s the matter?　Your God surely is generous. The saint’s face was blown off and there was no reaction from your God?”

“…….”

“Look, what’s with damnation? Stop the 20 mm machine gun first and show me the might of your God!”

“Gugu, God—”

Ding, ding, ding!

Garagaragara!

With a dusting of sand, the saintly lady’s face became battered and small.

In addition, her heads were blown off, shoulders were shattered and arms fell off.

Of course, it was the statue of the saint.

“Aaahhh! Oh God, oh God, oh God! You too, pray, you fucker!”

Gokin!　The chief showed dexterity in praying while slamming a waist-deep straight into the torturer’s face.

The chief priest continued to pray despite being covered in wounds from the debris raining down on him in pieces.

He was very stubborn.

As might be expected of the great leaders of the Church of Virtue.

But… but there was more to come.

Dondododododododododoga!!!

With a tremendous roar, the 20 mm machine gun roared and scattered a storm of destruction.

Hit after hit,bullet after bullet landed, chipping away at the statues of the saints.

Chest, abdomen, arms, waist.

The statue of the saint gradually became full of holes and smaller.

Along with this, the amount of flying debris was also great.

“God! Oh God! Please God!!”

Dodododododun! ! !

“Not yet! We’re not there yet!! Get on with defending against the 20mm machine gun. If you don’t make any move, the saint statue will be destroyed.”

Hips, legs, groin, knees!

The saint’s upper body collapsed and disappeared with a tremendous roar.

The chief priest was breathless due to the haze of dust.

The torturers were reluctant to go along, but it was clear that they were fed up.

In fact, the bodies of both the chief priest and the torturer were already red with fresh wounds.

“God! What are you doing? We’re praying!We need your help!”

Doodododododon! ! !

Knees, thighs, ankles, heels.

There were holes below the waist as well, and the chief priest was praying desperately, but it no longer looked like a statue of a saint.

In addition, the chief priest’s flesh was being stripped off by the 20mm shells that occasionally scratch him away.

“It hurtrssssss!!! God! Aaah!　Get on with it and help us, you idiot!”

‘Alright~It’s finished.’

Dougagagagan! !

The rest of the body below the knee was also battered and torn to pieces.

The chief priest was bloody from being hit on the head by a blown piece of debris.

His appearance was not so different from that of a moving corpse, the living dead.

“Gyaaaaaaa!! It hurtssssssss!!! Fuck you, God damn it! Do something!!!”

“Hahaha! What’s wrong, what’s wrong?　God doesn’t seem to be anywhere to be found, does he?”

When he stepped out of the tank, Nasser stood in front of the chief priest with only an MP40 short machine gun in his hand.

The body of the chief priest was shredded by shrapnel and artillery shells at point-blank range.

He was twitching and moving, but was more like  a dead man.

“Aa-aa–aaa..You’re pissing and shitting all over the place, you stinky… chief priest.”

“Ghhh…you bastard!!”

The chief priest roared , turning only his face to Nasser.

“So ────…… was there a God? Mm?”

“You heretics!!!”

The chief priest suddenly rose.

In his hand he held a staff, which was metal and looked really hard.

“Don’t you dare come barging forward, you heretic!　This is still the former Order Of The Church!”

It was the chief priest’s last power.　

Nasser almost got hit by the staff that was swung out with a bang.

“Shit! This guy!”

Nasser smacked the chief priest in the face with the butt of his MP 40 as he dodged the attack.

“Abyuu!”

The chief priest, with his eyes closed, tried to wipe out his nosebleed with his hand.

Nasser took the staff and plunged it into the muzzle of a 20 mm machine gun, which was burnt red from continuous fire.

“Come, the fun’s about to start here.”