Chapter 1: Prologue――My name is Ike.
Member of the Maou 7th army corps, the and leader of the Undead Brigade.
I’m a reincarnator with the memories of my past life but they don’t mean anything.
Right now the mood can’t be stopped because of the changes on the battle.
“Ike-sama we can break through the castle gates”
My staff officer that I left the task to, a male Orc, told me.
“That’s faster than I thought”
“Yes. As per Ike-sama’s instructions, we gave the trolls destructive hammers”
“There wasn’t any counter attack during the time?”
“Of course there was. Those guys threw boiling oil at us”
“… That’s unfortunate”
“Huh? What?”
Nothing, I shake my head.
That was dangerous.
I’m the Maou Army’s right hand man that can make even crying children stop. Worrying about each and every one of my subordinates is suspicious.
Putting on an extremely praiseworthy look I say
“Take care of the severely injured. Those guys are precious soldiers of the Maou. Also when we’re done destroying the castle gate, next will be getting units into formation. We’re rushing in!”
“Yes! Which unit will be entering? The skeletons are untouched.”
“The skeletons lack maneuverability. They’re useful in defensive battle but not fit for moving battles.”
“Then will it be the Kobold unit?”
“Those guys have mobility but lack intelligence.”
The Orc leaks out a sigh and asks “What do we do then?”
“Let’s see… recruit some elites from the troops. For now gather trolls, orcs, goblins and some races with intelligence.”
“I- Ike-sama it can’t be…”
“Exactly. I’ll cut through the vanguard and infiltrate the interior.”
“ I- It’s too dangerous. We knocked many of them down and destroyed their gate so I’m afraid they’ll turn into cornered mice. Something like advancing alone is extremely reckless.”
“Reckless? You little… Do you know who you’re speaking to?”
I ask purposely lowering my voice to threaten him.
The Orc officer shakes in fear.
In my right hand I’m tightly holding 『Ouroboros』.
Then holding it up and chanting the spell, I fire《Sonic Boom》at a boulder.
The boulder literally gets smashed up into little pieces and scatter in all directions.
“I’m the Maou Army’s right hand man you know. Do you think I’ll be defeated because I look like a human?”
The orcs face goes pales as he shakes his head.
Satisfied with that, I had an attendant bring a horse.
My personal horse is one from the underworld that can be fast even if a heavily armed troll rides.
I gallantly mount and leave the words “Don’t be slow!” as I charge towards the gate.
Right now the city I’m capturing is Asenam, a trading town located in the center of the continent.
The population is around the thousands and the city can be called a trading town. The Maou army leaders predict that they have quite a sum of wealth saved up.
Certainly the stone paving to the feudal lord’s home was splendid and the main street’s trading company scale was considerable but I can’t help saying what will happen to it after it’s lost all it’s wealth?
A trade town need to trade to get wealth.
It’s easy to take all the treasure but what will we do after that?
The Maou’s army leaders said “If there’s resistance, we don’t mind if you annihilate the citizens and burn the streets.”
However, if we do that this town won’t be able to bring forth anything.
It will all just become ruins.
It will just become a burden that won’t produce the Maou’s Army a single gold coin.
The foolish leaders don’t understand this.
The leaders are like this so even the Undead Brigade members will be the same.
Even if we kill of humans till exhaustion more will come forth.
What would happen if those guys broke into the town doesn’t even need thinking.
Therefore my lone figure breaks into the town plaza where I see 30 heavily armed infantry waiting.
This is a failure I thought.
As expected this is too many. Even though I’m the Maou’s Right hand man and a magician, as expected this is too many.
“Even for me to annihilate this many alone without killing is impossible right?”
So I thought and the result was virtually the same.
Firing《Sonic Boom》 at the lowest level and holding back, the unlucky ones will die.
Praying that this one-sided battle would quickly end, the soldiers were being eliminated.