Do Your Own Revolution-Chapter 132

#132

Boom–!

Explosions erupted throughout the Republic’s capital.

Special Magical Power Unit mages were conducting guerrilla warfare from hidden positions across the city.

However, Petrenko and the Armored Infantry were breaking through with skillful formations.

“First defense line breached! The trap zones are destroyed!”

“Destroyed? He’s just charging straight through! What about the binding spells?!”

“All broken! That madman is just pushing through with brute force!”

“Retreat! Head to the stronghold! Abandon the defense line!”

The Republic’s hero, Georgi Petrenko, charged forward while ignoring the trap spells laid throughout the city.

Led by him, the ‘Eugene Subjugation Force’ had completely surrounded the Republic’s parliamentary building at the center of the capital.

“Colonel. This place is…”

“Yes. As expected.”

Petrenko activated his imprint and nodded as he confirmed the magical power reaction from the parliament building.

‘The magical power reaction is deep inside. They’re trying to protect the core that maintains the barrier.’

Textbook defensive strategy and precise formations.

Breaking through wouldn’t be easy.

‘But we can’t back down here.’

When Petrenko gave the hand signal after finishing his thought, two armored infantry soldiers moved to the parliament doors.

Their massive frames held large-caliber field guns like rifles.

Just as the two armored infantry exchanged signals and were about to pull their triggers to destroy the doors—

Boom–!

The doors exploded outward completely, and through the thick smoke, one person emerged.

“Eugene Lorentz!”

The enemy leader who should have been in the center of the fortress had appeared to face those who came to subjugate him.

Boom—!

Petrenko’s massive frame instantly rushed toward Eugene.

Their faces met at close range. Unlike Petrenko’s face twisted with rage, Eugene’s expression remained perfectly calm.

“The Colonel has pinned down the enemy commander!”

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“All units charge! Destroy the mana core in the center and disable the barrier!”

While Eugene was tied down in combat with Petrenko, the armored infantry led by Raman entered the parliament building.

Their mission was singular:

To destroy the core maintaining the city’s barrier.

“I’ve been longing to face you directly, Eugene Lorentz.”

“……”

“I’ll avenge my father right here!”

A fist charged with magnificent magical power headed toward Eugene, and without hesitation, Eugene aimed Heresy’s barrel at it.

Those who break through and those who defend.

The subjugation force going to destroy the barrier, and the Special Magical Power Unit protecting it.

A race betting their lives against each other had begun.

***

Boom-! Crash–!

The Republic’s parliament building had an impossibly complex structure, and my troops and I had fortified the entire building.

Naturally, we had to fight while making full use of the terrain.

While I was leading Petrenko through traps across the parliament building, the results were unfortunately unsatisfactory.

The Republic’s hero, Georgi Petrenko.

That boar-like bastard was charging through all the traps I had set up as if they didn’t exist!

“Let’s see how long you can run!”

“You crazy bastard!”

Looking at Petrenko who had closed in, I gritted my teeth.

‘I knew he had awakened seven stroke, but to think he’d grown this much already…!’

Power comparable to the head of one of the 12 Great Magic Houses.

Moreover, unlike Randall who specialized in non-combat, this was an aggressive imprint focused on physical enhancement.

Boom—!

Such tremendous power that a single strike could blow away the parliament walls completely.

It reminded me of that bear hunt from long ago.

“Why do I always end up in these one-on-one situations with monsters like this…!”

After loading three magic bullets into Heresy, I fired them at the pursuing Petrenko.

Boom–!

[Wings of Crimson] specializes in long-range strikes.

My combat style involves overwhelming opponents with firepower and binding spells before they can close in.

And the fighting style of the guy charging at me now was the perfect counter to mine.

If he had enough durability to break through my firing lines, I couldn’t stop his approach.

Thwack-!

“These petty tricks!”

“This is insane, really…”

Though I created distance using close-range explosive spells with magic bullets, Petrenko’s extremely enhanced body withstood the impacts and kept pursuing me. ȓΑNỗ𐌱Εş

This created a brief standoff.

When I finally stopped in a large hall after running for a while, troops waiting on the second-floor platform began concentrated fire.

“Cover the Division Commander! Fire everything!”

“He’s deflecting penetration spells with his bare body?! What kind of crazy bastard…”

“Heh!”

Petrenko walked forward steadily while taking the troops’ gunfire.

Looking at the troops who had surrounded him, he smiled, baring his teeth.

“You were indeed the Empire’s spear. The elite of the Special Magical Power Unit.”

“……”

“Then if I eliminate all of you here, the Empire’s momentum will be crushed as well-!”

With those words, a blinding light burst forth from Petrenko’s imprint.

A blue energy spreading through the hall with the light.

The moment I sensed it, I immediately drew up magical power and activated my seventh imprint.

Screech–!

In terms of pure firepower, magical power quantity, and spell precision, there isn’t much difference between seven stroke imprint mages and six stroke.

Then why do seven stroke mages overwhelm lower-ranked mages?

Why is it that only another seven stroke imprint can withstand a seven stroke imprint?

This is the reason.

Seven stroke spell, [Domain.]

A spell commonly stored in the final imprint, seven stroke, and simultaneously the ultimate technique a mage can use.

As the red light from my imprint collided with Petrenko’s blue light, the two domains began to intertwine.

“Ugh?! Damn it, my body…”

“Magic circuit output at maximum! Analyze the wavelength! Hurry!”

“Even with the Division Commander’s calculation support, to think it’s this much…”

A massive magical power field formed centered on the seventh imprint.

The moment one enters it, a mage’s power becomes extremely limited.

Magical power quantity, magic imprint activation, magic circuit output, and more.

All aspects necessary for using magic become restricted.

‘There’s only one way to avoid domain’s effects. Equip an equal or higher-ranked imprint.’

And right now, my domain and Petrenko’s were conflicting, creating a perfect deadlock.

‘No, the scale of power isn’t exactly equal.’

I quickly looked around.

While I was unaffected with my seven stroke imprint, it was different for the other mages here.

Severe magical power reduction.

Foreign magical power interfering with spell construction.

The troops who had power rivaling Knight Order captains could now use magic only up to three stroke level at best.

‘Meanwhile, the enemy consists of non-awakened individuals without magical power. They’re unaffected by domain.’

Moreover, they were elite soldiers who had maximized their physical abilities using enhancement suits.

For troops weakened to mid-level mage status, they were formidable opponents.

‘So this is the Republic’s hidden card… created to counter magic nobles.’

Come to think of it, it was even more severe in the original game.

Georgi Petrenko, the Republic’s greatest genius mage in history.

Along with his overwhelming power came a domain that reduced high-ranking mages at the commander level to ordinary mage level.

And then there was the Republic’s Red Bear, Klaus Medvedev’s Armored Infantry battalion that could operate freely within it.

The completed Republican forces in the original were truly an invincible army that no one could oppose.

“What’s wrong? Draw out more power! Try to kill me! Eugene-!”

Petrenko continued to press me while deploying magical power to the extreme.

‘I’m managing to respond using magic bullets… but I’m reaching my limit.’

While I had my own problems, the real issue would be the troops defending the center of the parliament building.

‘Even reduced to three stroke imprint, their combat experience remains. They should be able to hold out somehow through group combat…’

But it probably wouldn’t last long.

Imprint overload from magic bullet usage, and the resulting lack of combat sustainability.

The chronic weakness of the Special Magical Power Unit would catch up to us.

There was no choice.

Retreat, retreat, and retreat again.

While conserving my nearly depleted magical power, I regrouped the troops and moved toward the center of the fortress, and then further inward.

And as a result…

“This is the end, Eugene.”

I and about 300 troops were isolated in the center of the parliament building.

“Casualties?”

“About thirty. They died in combat while defending against the enemy’s advance until the end.”

Their identification tags were handed to me.

While I was collecting them, he appeared among the armored infantry surrounding us.

Georgi Petrenko.

The Republic’s hero.

“With this, you and the Special Magical Power Unit’s elite will be gone, and the Empire will lose its mages capable of destroying the Republic.”

“……”

“Briefly losing the capital was a painful mistake… but your operation has ultimately failed.”

Petrenko glared at me with eyes full of hatred.

But that lasted only briefly.

“…Father surely wouldn’t have wanted his son to take revenge with such an expression.”

After suppressing his anger with a low sigh, he slowly spoke.

“I saw father’s body that you returned.”

It must have been maddening just to think about.

However, he deliberately maintained his composure.

“You didn’t desecrate the body and showed proper respect to an enemy commander. I express my gratitude for that here.”

“Then spare my life in return.”

“Impossible. I simply wanted to have a brief conversation with my father’s enemy… before avenging him.”

A conversation, huh.

He’s saying exactly the same thing as his father.

While I was thinking this, Petrenko continued.

“With you, another hero of the Empire.”

“Hero… is it.”

At his words directed at me, my face twisted slightly.

Perhaps not noticing this, Petrenko cleared his throat and continued speaking.

“He died with his uniform properly worn, maintaining his dignity. If there was time for that, there must have been enough time to talk with father.”

“Right. We did talk.”

“Then you must have known.”

Petrenko shouted while looking at Eugene.

“Father was a moderate! Almost the only person who thought dialogue with the Empire was possible! A politician who would have changed the Republic and brought peace!”

“……”

“And he surely made you a proposal! To stop the war! To end the decades-long, unbearable war and restore peace!”

“Yes. He did.”

After answering thus, I showed him a cold smile deliberately.

“The ramblings of an overly kind dreamer without an ounce of sense of reality.”

“…What did you say?”

Peace through force? Prosperity through dialogue? Even a passing dog would laugh.

As Petrenko’s face turned pale and asked again, the smile on my face only grew darker.

“If you had thought even a little about what your Westraine did to the Empire, you wouldn’t have dared utter such nonsense.”

“…!”

I spoke while looking straight at Petrenko’s face.

“Manipulating the Revolutionary Army from behind to keep the Empire in a state of civil war for decades.”

The Revolutionary Army that Maximilien created had become the Republic’s puppet.

“Kidnapping and killing countless Imperial citizens for the Republic’s benefit.”

The assassins who tried to kill Mari and Keiren were sent from the Republic.

“Ravaging Imperial territory through dozens of invasions, providing the excuse for magic nobles to seize power.”

If not for the war with the Republic, the Emperor’s reforms would have succeeded at least decades ago.

“You’ve violated the Empire for decades, and we’ve danced to your tune for decades, killing each other.”

“…!”

“So why don’t you use that brilliant mind of yours and think carefully.”

My empty eyes stared at him.

“Until we completed our reforms and arrived here. Just how many Imperial citizens do you think were sacrificed?”

No, it wasn’t just me.

The Special Magical Power Unit soldiers lined up behind me.

The devils of the Empire who had arrived here bearing countless deaths, countless losses, and countless tragedies.

Just who created these devils, I wonder?

“Revenge brings forth nothing? Forget the past and move toward the future? That’s just the thinking of you perpetrators.”

There are problems in this world that can only be resolved through bloodshed.

At least now, all the troops following me believed this.

The failed Imperial reforms.

The tyranny of magic nobles.

The corruption of the Revolutionary Army.

The arrows pointing to all these misfortunes that befell the Empire started from the Republic.

“After making tens of millions of Imperial citizens writhe in agony for decades, you should suffer an equal amount of pain.”

“That wasn’t our doing. The corrupt leadership, for their own benefit…”

“Then is that uniform you’re wearing not a Republic uniform?”

“…!”

There is no room for negotiation.

No intention to talk.

A relationship where we cannot live under the same sky.

That was always the relationship between the Empire and Republic.

“…I regret this, Eugene Lorentz.”

Unable to continue speaking, Petrenko drew up magical power with a distorted face.

“If you weren’t blinded by hatred, perhaps a more constructive dialogue would have been possible…”

“Yes. I find it quite regrettable too.”

After cutting off his words, I raised my finger to point behind me.

“If we had stalled for just a bit longer, we could have wiped out all the forces surrounding this place.”

“…What?”

Only now realizing something was wrong, Petrenko’s eyes widened.

Behind me was the center of Viselgrad maintaining the barrier.

A massive vortex of magical power where dozens of mana cores were gathered.

“Division Commander.”

“Preparations complete.”

Along with the troops’ voices, a red light began swirling around the mana cores at the city center.

Enormous magical power enough to maintain a barrier around the entire city.

But the magic appearing there now wasn’t a defensive spell.

Detonation spells appearing on dozens of mana cores.

A bomb created using an entire city as its power source.

If it explodes, the city center would probably melt away without leaving a trace.

“Eugene Lorentz! You madman, a suicide…”

“Suicide? Well, I don’t particularly plan to do that.”

Whoosh-!

As I said this, a black shadow bloomed beneath the feet of me and my troops gathered in one place.

A black shadow gradually flowing up our bodies.

Petrenko, being from the Republic, would know better what power this shadow held.

“[Watcher of the Abyss]? And that spell is…”

The spatial movement magic that Randall used.

After muttering this internally, I spoke to him one last time before disappearing.

“Try to survive if you can, hero of the Republic.”

“…!”

“And if possible, let’s not meet again.”

Though it was to draw them out here, I nearly died more than once during the fight.

“Eugene—!”

Petrenko charged at me screaming my name like a madman.

The moment his face drew close enough to touch, my vision was enveloped in darkness.

Thwack-!

When I opened my eyes again, I could see Viselgrad at a distance in one glance.

“Kaha-! Huff… Huff…! Rennie! Results?!”

“Operation successful! All personnel at the designated coordinates successfully transported!”

“Even with external manipulation… To think it would be this difficult…”

A test tube containing Randall’s arm, and the machine attached to it.

And the two people sending magical power toward it, Ortega and Matt.

When I grabbed the shoulders of the two gasping for breath, they gave bright smiles while raising their thumbs.

“Why are you smiling in this urgent situation?! Duck your heads, idiots-!”

“Huh, huuh?”

The next moment.

———!!!!

We couldn’t even hear a sound.

No, did our eardrums burst from the explosion?

We could only sense one thing – a light so bright it could blind us.

And when that light faded, a mushroom cloud was rising from the center of distant Viselgrad.

Whoooosh—–!

Explosion, shockwave.

And after that, the heat enveloping the entire city.

While looking at Viselgrad that had become like a furnace, [Eye of Horus] detected something.

“Ha.”

A pitch-black chunk of charcoal that had shot out from the city center.

After confirming what it was, I slowly furrowed my brow.

“Insane. He’s still alive after all this?”

After causing such havoc and he’s still breathing.

Seems one dangerous element still remains.

Though I thought this, we couldn’t return there now.

Looking at the troops gasping for breath from the aftereffects of spatial movement, I said:

“Sorry, but we don’t have the luxury of spending more time here.”

Plans were always discarded within 5 seconds of combat starting, but this was extreme.

The sudden attack of a seven stroke imprint mage.

As the price for neutralizing that, we had to abandon our original plan of holding out in the capital.

I and the remaining troops would now advance and infiltrate behind the enemy border division.

We needed to join up with the main Kalhyram Army force advancing in this direction.

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