I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 16 He's a real demon!

The deafening bombardment echoed across the battlefield, and the secondary explosion that occurred the moment the anti-magic device cluster was hit brought the impact to its peak.

The dissipated magical storm transformed into a blue shockwave that swept outwards, blowing everything around it away with a force that the flesh could not withstand.

On the battlefield, the people who were originally fighting were all swept into the sky by this impact.

Then they slammed onto the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

John was supposed to be one of these people, but the moment the impact came, Colonel Jet, who was standing nearby, realized something was wrong and immediately erected a magical barrier to envelop him, preventing him from turning into a pile of freshly squeezed meat paste.

"Hahaha, I see, I understand now, Warrant Officer John. I didn't expect you to fool me like that, but you did a good job this time, a brilliant one!"

Looking at the small hill in the distance, completely leveled by the explosive magic, Colonel Jet seemed to understand something. He suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes gleaming with fervor as he looked at John beside him, who was now completely deafened by the aftershocks and looked utterly bewildered. His tone was full of astonishment:

“I really didn’t expect that you, Warrant Officer John, could find out the real location of the Allied anti-magic device in such a short time.”

"Furthermore, they took advantage of the Iron Wall Force's desire to annihilate us. While the enemy was focused on the main battlefield, they arranged for a magic squad to infiltrate undetected into a location equipped with anti-magic devices, and at a crucial moment, they delivered a fatal blow to completely wipe out the enemy."

"Whether it was the Black Hawk team's sabotage of the traps or Porter's carelessness, was all of this within your expectations? It's truly astonishing!"

What?
Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? How come I didn't know I was thinking so much?
Seriously, what the hell is going on here?!
Can someone explain this to me?
Colonel Jeter, his face contorted with fanaticism, resembling that of a cult member, was now gazing at him with unprecedented reverence.

John suddenly felt as if his brain was not working properly.

However, before he could figure out what the situation was, he was in trouble.

The next second, a venomous gaze shot towards him from the front, making him involuntarily shudder.

"John Maslow!!!"

Directly in front of him, Bolt roared out that damned name in a fit of rage.

His eyes were fixed on the man in front of him, who had a 'calm expression' and was looking at him with contempt, like a man who had just toyed with a stray dog ​​on the roadside and was now sitting in his car quietly enjoying the other man's ugliness.

His murderous intent towards those damned imperial dogs reached its peak at this moment.

It's that damn bastard who caused my mission to fail.

It also destroyed their greatest asset in their fight against the empire.

Kill him! Kill him no matter what!

Only by eliminating this damned culprit can I have a chance to lessen my guilt!

However, just as Bolt was about to grit his teeth and unleash all the magic within him, intending to kill this cunning imperial dog in one fell swoop.

The next second, the adjutant's panicked voice came through the communication device.

But it was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly chilling him to the bone.

"Colonel Bolt, the anti-magic device front has been completely breached, and I have detected that enemy magic soldier squads are rapidly approaching. We probably need to evacuate as soon as possible!"

"What? How could it be so fast?"

Porter looked incredulous, but soon, as if realizing something, he suddenly looked up at John in front of him.

Even though the other party hadn't taken any action at all, they looked at him with an innocent expression, as if they were completely unaware of everything that was happening.

But Bolt knew that this was just a deliberate disguise by this cunning villain!
All of this was entirely within the other party's expectations!
After all, just a few minutes ago, the other party had pretended to want to surrender and successfully deceived him, hadn't they?

Despite having gained the upper hand, the opponent showed no sign of smugness, instead displaying an idiotic attitude.

This shows what.

This shows that this bastard John Maslow was clearly trying to lure him into being blinded by hatred and rushing forward to kill him without thinking.

So that he could fall into the trap he had set in advance!
Perhaps the other party had already set up a special spell near him in advance, just waiting for him to get close!

If I were to fall into their trap, there would be no doubt that death awaited me! How insidious, how despicable!

Even though they had the upper hand, they still resorted to such despicable tactics!
This guy is a real demon!
Upon realizing this, Bolt broke out in a cold sweat.

The murderous intent in his heart vanished instantly, and his gaze toward John Maslow was filled with intense fear.

He knew he no longer had the courage to face this man.

All he can do now is run away.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat immediately!"

Without hesitation, Bolt picked up the communicator and gave the order to retreat to his remaining soldiers, but seeing Colonel Jet's mocking gaze in the distance, he couldn't help but blush.

He had intended to hurl a few curses before leaving, but upon meeting John's 'cold' gaze, the profanities that were on the tip of his tongue were instinctively swallowed back. Instead, he retorted angrily:
"Don't get cocky, this isn't over yet, we'll see!"

“John Maslow, I’ll remember you. You better pray I never run into you on the battlefield again, or else…”

"bass!"

A jet-black magical sword aura swept across, interrupting Bolt's words. Immediately afterwards, Colonel Jett's light laughter echoed from the battlefield once more:

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you don't want to leave, you might as well stay and serve as my meritorious servant!"

"……asshole!"

Bolt, who had narrowly dodged the attack, had a gloomy face. He wanted to curse Jet, the imperial dog, for his lack of martial ethics, but feeling the approaching aura of the magic soldiers behind him, he realized that he didn't have much time left and immediately gave up the idea of ​​arguing with this imperial dog.

He glared resentfully at John in front of him, until the man's image was completely imprinted in his mind.

With a livid face, Bolt turned and ran towards the trenches, then led the remaining Ironwall troops in a breakout attempt towards the Allied headquarters.

"John, our operation was a success, and a great victory."

"Your brilliant strategies, meticulous mind, and godlike intelligence gathering abilities truly impress me!"

"I will report your heroic performance to General Dormammu. Given the general's decisive character, you, who have made such a great contribution, should be promoted soon, and may even be received by His Majesty the Emperor in person."

"Isn't this a wonderful thing, my dear John?"

Colonel Jeter patted John on the shoulder with a pleased expression, his eyes full of admiration.

Really? Then should I congratulate myself on getting one step closer to death?

Can I give you this damn good thing?
You damn bastard!
"...Yes, Colonel, this is truly delightful."

John responded stiffly.

Then, under the questioning gaze of the other party, he slowly turned around, suppressing the dizziness caused by the overwhelming blow, and numbly walked slowly back the way he came.

John felt like he was about to shatter.

No one knows just how complicated his feelings are right now.

Except for himself.

If possible, he really wanted to ask about the fate of this trench and what it all meant.

If he is truly guilty, then the other party could simply kill him.

But why, even though he's already in such a miserable state, does the other party still keep finding ways to torture him?
"Bastard! Aaaaaaah!"

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(End of this chapter)