Chapter 124: Four years later on the battlefield

Chapter 124: Four years later on the battlefield

In the summer of the 830th year of the Altera Period, the demon squad led by me, the Hades scorpion demon, had obliterated the escort force protecting the Republic army’s supply convoy. Once we confirmed there were no survivors, we borrowed some food and usable supplies before setting the supply wagons and the remaining materials ablaze using our spiritual arts.

As the wooden supply wagons caught fire violently, one of the demons with a keen sense of smell confirmed that they were loaded with oil used for maintaining armor. At this rate, it wouldn’t take much time for everything to turn to ashes.

“Boss, I owe you one. I messed up.”

“As long as you’re safe, that’s fine.”

I grabbed Tigar’s arm, who had been shot in the knee during the battle and helped him up, offering my shoulder for support as we walked. From the outside, his wounds seemed to be healing already, but complex areas like joints would take time to fully recover. I knew from past battles that it would still take a while before he regained his full strength.

The battle to recapture Carnela Port in the Empire ended in a stalemate for both sides. While the Empire managed to reclaim the port, it suffered relentless bombardment from the Republic fleet, which had escaped being crushed, leaving Carnela port thoroughly devastated and reduced to a pile of rubble.

None of my companions fell to their deaths, as there were sand cushions to break their fall. However, they were far from unscathed. Some got their limbs trapped under debris, leaving them unable to move, while others suffered worse fates—broken bones or crushed limbs due to unfortunate circumstances.

While broken bones could be healed relatively quickly, missing limbs were a different story. Even with the combined healing abilities of the demons and the activated fighting spirit, such severe injuries couldn’t be fully healed.

Nevertheless, we considered ourselves lucky that there were no casualties. The Karelvo demons who couldn’t withstand the bombardment, and the slow-reacting Imperial soldiers faced a fate that could only be described as tragic. Those who were on the outer walls were slammed to the ground, and even those on the ground were blown away by the explosion, only to be crushed by falling debris.

Despite this, many demons managed to survive due to their inherent durability. However, the Imperial soldiers who infiltrated Carnela Port from underground lost over half of their forces. It was the Imperial forces’ timely rescue, minimizing the pressure from the retreating Republic army, that prevented the death toll from being even higher.

Apparently, the general at that time had a policy of not abandoning his subordinates. Having successfully achieved the minimal objective of driving the Republic forces out of Carnela Port, he prioritized his soldiers’ lives over any further glory on the battlefield.

Even those of us who survived made every effort to assist in the rescue, saving many Imperial soldiers who were groaning amidst the debris. Among them were our commanders, Marcellus and Decius, who were also severely injured. It was truly a relief not to lose familiar faces.

After the battle, the exploits and usefulness of the demons, including us, seemed to be highly appreciated by the Empire. The Empire swiftly decided to form a unit composed entirely of demons, a special and exceptional force that could be deployed to the battlefield at a moment’s notice if deemed necessary. Naturally, we, who were made by Orvo and were branded as “failed experiments” by Karelvo, were included in this newly formed unit.

The name of the newly established unit was the “Demon Regiment”. Everyone in the regiment, except the commander, was a demon, making it an extraordinarily unique force within the Imperial Army. Among them, we were designated as the “Special Operations Unit” or simply known as the “Spec Ops Unit”. Over the past four years, we had been fighting on two fronts: the Eastern Front and the Central Front, carrying out missions back and forth.

Since Karelvo was the only one who knew how to create demons, despite not being part of the Imperial army, he had the authority to interfere in the organization and policies of the demon regiment. Moreover, he harbored resentment towards us, the creations of Orvo, who was the true mastermind behind the production of demons and also his younger brother.

Though there were others injured besides Tigar, no one had become unable to walk. With the smoke rising from the wreckage of the wagons behind us, we hurriedly retreated. Our destination was a grassland located south from the main road. There, we had dug holes using spiritual arts, and that’s where our other comrades were waiting.

“Nevertheless, I never expected the Republic’s army to use wagons. Now, the amount of supplies they can transport will be reduced, and they’ll also have to take care of the horses...”

“That’s true. However, it has made tracking more challenging. The wagons were enchanted with sound-canceling spiritual arts, so they might have realized that we were relying on sound for detection.”

While dashing across the grasslands, Zald and Mika discussed the Republic’s use of wagons. It was the first time they had witnessed the Republic’s army employing wagons, making it incredibly challenging to spot their supply wagons.

As Mika pointed out, there was a high possibility that the enemy had discovered our reliance on sound to locate them. The Republic’s army had prioritized silencing their movements, even if it meant reducing the amount of supplies they could transport.

I wondered why they didn’t apply the same sound-canceling spiritual arts to their own vehicles, after all, the technique had been in use by the Republic’s army for a long time. But Mika explained that attempting to apply it to larger and more intricate structures seemed futile, as the sound could not be completely nullified. That explains why they decided to switch to using wagons as a countermeasure.

This change would undoubtedly make detection through sound much more challenging in the future. As I leaped towards an unremarkable patch of ground, I couldn’t help but contemplate how locating the enemy might become quite a hassle.

Instead of landing on the ground, I seamlessly slipped through it, descending underground. Here lay the entrance to a hidden hole where our comrades remained concealed, thanks to Rinne’s illusionary spiritual arts.

The illusion projected above the hole blended in perfectly, causing no sense of incongruity. The illusionary grass and trees swayed with the wind, seamlessly matching their surroundings. Without knowing the precise location, even I couldn’t discern the movement of spiritual energy, despite my earnest attempts. Rinne’s direct combat skills might be limited, but her illusions contributed immensely to the unit.

“Ah, welcome back, big brother.”

Lappy was the one who welcomed me. As soon as I landed at the bottom of the hole, she leaped onto my head and swiftly maneuvered herself into a piggyback position on top of me. Lately, it seemed like she enjoyed riding on my shoulders.

Lappy, like Leo, was a skilled warrior who could be counted among the best. She had already gained experience in combat, having slain a few armored soldiers in actual battles. However, due to her young age, we tried to keep her away from real combat as much as possible. This time, too, we left her behind to guard our hideout.

Guarding the hideout was also an essential role, but I knew she wanted to come along. That’s why I decided to comply with her wishes as much as possible, at least for a while.

I gently held onto Lappy’s legs and then checked on the condition of our comrades inside the hole. There seemed to be no sign of any issues, and they appeared relieved upon seeing our return. It seemed we had managed to survive another day. Seeing my companions reassuring each other of their safety, I felt a sense of relief wash over me as well.

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TN: mc can finally taaalk, I’m so proud of him.