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Chapter 327
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Chapter 327 – Assault Auto Battery
The roof of the Imperial Palace was surrounded by a high breast wall, with an area the size of two tennis courts, as if it would be used for defensive battles with archers. In the center was a spire that served as both a watchtower and a belfry, and at the base of the spire lay the body of the PMC Myrril had shot. Nearby was a bolt-action rifle that looked exactly like the Remington I had obtained from Simon. The barrel was bent, and the scope was shattered. I wasn’t going to use it, so it didn’t matter. I store the body and the equipment for later identification and look for a way downstairs.
“Stop, Yoshua.”
A single PPSh shot is fired at the same time as the words and a bluish-white light flashes in the corner of the roof.
“Good. That’s the door to the stairs.”
The light was probably the result of the shattering of a magic core that had been placed there for surveillance. She could see it clearly.
“Hurry. If we keep smashing them one by one, they’ll know we’re here even if they can’t find us.”
With the IEDs exploding and the guards blinded to our presence, now was our chance. We jumped to the door and looked inside. There’s a noise somewhere, but it’s far away. I pull out my MAC10. I hesitated to use the Sturm Ruger Mk2, which is a good match, but I decided that if we encounter them at close range, I may need to use a barrage of bullets.
“If there are less than three enemies, I will use this to take them out quietly. If there are more than that, we will destroy them without worrying about making a sound.”
“Understood.”
“All right, let’s go in.”
I teleported down the long, straight staircase from the roof with a short distance shift and looked down from the landing. I can hear them running around in the distance, but they don’t seem to be coming towards us. In fact, they seem to be moving away from us.
“Has he sent his men to check outside?”
“Even so, they won’t clear the Emperor’s perimeter. There’s a presence in the back…”
At the end of the corridor, a door opens, and two PMCs appear with M4s slung over their shoulders. They are smiling as they adjust their straps, so I guess they are unaware that they have been let in yet. They leave the room and head in the opposite direction of us.
“There’s no way there are any bodies left, is there?”
“Still, we have to show them at least one piece of flesh, or the old man will get hysterical…”
I fire the MAC10 and stow the two collapsed bodies and their equipment.
“There’s one more in the room.”
As Myrril points out, a man emerges from the open door. The bush knife in his hand seems to have a blood stain on it, and he sloppily wipes it on the hem of his work pants, then puts them back on his hips.
“Hey, tell the Emperor that there are not enough victims. Tell the hero that our train won’t move without the extra one…”
He was probably trying to follow the two who had left before him. When he noticed that there was no answer, he looked around, looked back at me, and froze.
“Wha…”
The man had been shot in the forehead with a .45 caliber pistol bullet and collapsed, spraying brain fluid with a confused look on his face.
Myrril and I both groaned involuntarily as we looked into the room where the man had come from. On the bloody bed lay a body that must have been the victim of some lewd act. We don’t know what kind of person it was since it wasn’t in its original form.
“I know, right? Some people like to live in a dying land.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m just saying that the first PMC fighters we came in contact with didn’t take us up on our offer to surrender because they were proud to be soldiers. Some scumbags like to walk down the road to ruin. And then there’s “watching” others do it.”
At best, they’re like school children getting high before a typhoon. Or maybe they are amused by the feeling that everything they have built with a lot of money, time, and effort is about to be ruined, the sight of something big coming to an end. Because it distracts them from their own misery. And then…
“They can do whatever they want because everything is already ruined. They must like that kind of situation.”
But that’s not true. I remember one of my former bosses who was very happy to steal from the fire just before his company went bankrupt. The value of what he stole was not much in cash, but the problem was not the amount but a kind of retaliation. Maybe it’s a kind of retaliation against the organization or society that mistreated him (or thinks it did)…
“Good for you, Yoshua.”
“Huh?”
“So now you know you can kill them all, including the Emperor. That’s good news.”
“That’s right.”
I moved a short distance in the direction where the three dead were supposed to go. In the direction of the signs of human presence. When I rounded the corner, I saw three guards, so I neutralized them immediately. For the moment, Myrril has no role.
“Be quiet.”
Myrril points behind us to the double-opened door where the guards stood. From inside, I heard men’s voices.
“The third platoon is on the first floor and the fourth platoon is waiting on the second floor. No intruders at this time.”
“Those camera zombies.”
“They’re in place, but the receiver is flat. You can move it, but there’s not much left.”
“I don’t care. If they don’t want to fight, do your part. If they can’t use them, tell them I’ll kill them. Where is the hero?”
“The colonel said he will take command from the throne.”
Hearing this report, a voice of dismay and mockery rises in the room. The PMC may or may not have a rank system, but there seems to be a disconnect between officers and enlisted men.
“Let the locals take care of the wall. We’ll go after the Demon King.”
I turn to see Myrril nodding with a look of readiness to enter. I kicked the door open, and all the PMC fighters in the room turned their weapons on us at once. Unlike the scum who were happy to kill civilians, these people are highly trained and quick to react.
“Hahh!”
The bullets from the M4 fired with a victorious look on their faces, only leaving holes in the door. I shifted and flew to the back of the room, and as soon as I turned around, the “Nojaloli Cannon” that had been thrust from both shoulders was sweeping down on more than a dozen PMC fighters.
“How can it be a cannon and yet a pistol round?”
“This is no time to talk nonsense. The Piemusi boss has definitely seen us now. It was so big that I missed it.”
I looked in the direction of Myrril’s point and saw a statue of the Emperor holding a spherical object at the far end of the room. I don’t know if the people of this world have any astronomical background, but I guess it’s an image of conquering the world or something like that. The spherical object is…
“It is a polished dragon core. Maybe it is for that old man to spy on the secret conversations in this room.
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