Chapter 750 - Advanced Demon 4 (1/2)

“Kuakkk!”

“Push! Push with all your might!”

The city of Bransk was a day’s travel away from the east of the Ankara river.

It was the fifth-largest city in the Volga Republic that flourished because of its high-quality silver mines and the surrounding mountains.

However, the wealthy city was currently being attacked by the Undead.

The military troops created by convening the generals from the Republican army and private troops were all barricading various places to block the Undead.

“Sire, the Constantine squad can’t stand any longer. They said that they are going to retreat to the 5th avenue!”

Duke Kutzov, who was in charge of the war and a temporary commander, reached out to the report which was in the messenger’s hand.

“That can’t be done! Instruct them to hold their current position!”

“But, the Constantine squad is lacking in troops…”

“On the 5th avenue, the wizards and engineers are on a special mission. Not just that, the avenue still holds citizens who haven’t been evacuated yet. That region shouldn’t be brought into battle!”

Initially, the Ankara river was made to be the final stop for the Undead and made every people in the nearby areas flock to Bransk city.

They considered it to be their best shot as it was a wealthy city and had lots of stored supplies.

However, the Ankara river was pierced, and the citizens along with the refugees in Bransk couldn’t even evacuate before the Undead reached the outskirts.

The Republican troops tried their very best to stop them, but the damage taken was increasing.

“If so, we at least need to send a spare Gigant to defend against the Undead!”

“That is also impossible. The reserve Gigants will be used for the counterattack.”

The messenger sighed at the suborn decision of Duke Kutzov.

‘What on earth is the commander even thinking? If we don’t do anything now, we won’t even have any room for a counterattack!’

Are they going to hold back the Gigant and wait for the entire city to be taken down?

When the messenger stepped back, a wizard in charge of communicating orders to each unit, reported, “A group of over 10,000 Undead from the west are coming in!”

The other commanders grunted at the report.

“Damn it, are they scattering and coming for us?”

“Could be. Bransk is the most populous city around here.”

The commanders had been in battle for more than 2 weeks, and their eyes weren’t even open completely.

While they were complaining, another report came in.

“The Task Force Gigants have blocked all the roads of the city!”

“What? What kind of bastard…!”

“The citizens haven’t been evacuated yet!”

The commanders were angry at the stupid situation which was created and thought about what had to be done.

The Task Force Gigants were the military’s strength and were directly under the President’s orders.

All their minds recalled the massacre that took place in the Baroque capital, Nemesis.

There was a time when Emperor Rudolf sent his Central Army and Knights of Guard to cope with the sudden spread of a deadly plague called Vers.

“No way. Is the President going to use this entire city…?”

“We don’t know yet. Right now, all the Undead are flowing into Bransk, say maybe something is planned.”

“Even then, it is ridiculous to put the lives of the civilians on the line!”

When the commanders who misunderstood the President’s words were trying to think of plans to get rid of the Undead without sacrificing the people of Bransk.

Duke Kutzov, who had been silent till then, jumped up from his seat and burst into laughter.

“Hahaha! Is it going to start?”

The other commanders thought that Duke Kutzov lost his reasoning.

However, they had no intention of staying still and dying like that.

“Sire, why are you laughing in this situation?”

“Send a communication to the President right away and…!”

At the fierce protests of the other commanders, Kutzov stopped their words by raising his hand.

“There is no need to do that… because we already did what we could.”

“Sire!”

“Why are you saying it like that?! For soldiers like us, this should be obvious, but the civilians need to be saved!”

The youngest commander raised his voice at the outrageous situation.

He was from Branks, and his family lived in the city.

Kutzov showed the young commander the report he had gotten from Duke Dimitry a few days back.

“This…?”

“Operation ‘God’s Weapon,’ It is an operation to purify the Undead at once using Bransk as bait.”

Neither President Vladimir nor Duke Dimitry, the current head of the military, had any intention of doing what Rudolf did.

They paid attention to the topography of Bransk, which was surrounded by mountains.

It was decided that the large magic circle and the relay tower would be installed in that place.

“A little while ago, I asked the Constantine squad to hold their positions as the magic circle is being installed right on the 5th avenue.”

“Then the Task Force Gigants blocking the roads…”

“It means that the Undead scattered all over the area have been attracted.”

“Why weren’t we informed of this operation beforehand?”

When one of the commanders asked with a glare, Duke Kutzov responded calmly, “Because we were in an urgent situation, and it was necessary for us to fight back desperately. If I gave you hope, you were bound to take a step back and retreat.”

One lives to die, and one dies to live.

Such was a phrase which was written in the military book of the Southern Continent that Kutzov read in the past.

Dismissing the glare, he spoke by unfolding a map marked with coordinates.

“In order for God’s Weapon to work, this has to be done. Hurry up and move the reserve Gigants to the area marked in here. And when the signal drops, all the riders who are in the given coordinates are ordered to accelerate their Gigant’s core engine as much as possible.”

This was why Kutzov was holding back the Gigants.

The Volga Republic lacked Hero class Gigants or Sword Master class riders to replace a magic stone.

Thus, several Gigants were ground and linked.

Of course, it wasn’t Kutzov’s idea, but the idea of Luke and his party who arrived in the Volga Republic.

In a gloomy situation, when hope was seen, soldiers began to move quickly and more accurately than before.

“Hurry! Move the Gigant quickly!”