Mobuseka Volume 13 Chapter 13

This is MTL. So, I cannot guarantee that the translation 100% contextually accurate or appropriate.

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Chapter 13 "Burning"

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"Oraaah!"

Greg, wielding his spear in the hall inside the fortress, was gasping for breath in the face of the Empire's armors that were coming in one after another.

"Haa——Haa——There's no end to it."

Julius, who is fighting next to him, agrees with Greg.

There was a hint of fatigue in his voice.

"The Empire is desperate. But we can't let them go any further than this."

Greg somehow guessed why Julius didn't want to let the enemy through.

"You mean Finn? I didn't want Leon to fight him."

He did not want two people who were friends to fight.

However, Julius doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping him.

Rather, he was in favor of the two of them fighting.

"Leon has made up his mind to fight. It would be insensitive for us to stop him."

"——Right."

The drones standing behind the two of them were taking replacement weapons from a container it was carrying.

Greg stabs the worn-out spear into the floor and receives a new one.

"All right! Come and get me——Hmm?"

With his spear at the ready, Greg saw a new group appear at the entrance to the hall.

The arrival of the magic knights caused a stir among the common armor knights.

They were shouting as if they were sure of victory.

Julius also seemed to sense something was off.

"What is this? This enemy seems different from the ones we've encountered so far."

Greg's gaze was fixed on the magic knight with flames spread out like wings.

The one who has the halberd and is accompanied by magic knights.

He was slightly larger than the surrounding magic knights and looked strong.

More than that, he exuded an intimidating presence.

Above all, the magic knights he was leading were wounded.

He must have been pretty reckless to get here.

And yet the flame-wielding magic knight didn't even have a scratch on him.

"There's one dangerous guy here."

As Greg muttered, the flame-wielding magic knight descended to the ground.

"I respect your determination to enter the fortress. But you will all die here."

His deep, heavy voice was reminiscent of a veteran warrior.

As Greg readied his spear, the magic knight swung his halberd down.

The impact caused the red armor that Greg was riding creaked.

The sharp and heavy blow made Greg break out in a cold sweat.

But the other party seems to have taken an interest in Greg.

"You can take the blow just now, huh?"

"Is it so surprising?"

Feigning calm, he pushed the magic knight back, and the other party stepped back and raised his halberd.

"I am Gunther. Gunther Rua Sebald! The second seat of the Empire's Magic Knights!"

Greg responded to the other person's introduction.

"Greg Fou Seberg. That's the name of the man who's gonna beat you."

He made light remarks, but Gunther didn't seem to mind.

"I don't hate high-spirited people. But this is war."

The magic knights, who seemed to be Gunther's subordinates, were surrounding Greg.

"Tch!?"

Facing such a formidable enemy, Greg becomes impatient as he has no time to deal with the other magic knights.

Then Julius approached Greg and put his back to him.

"Greg. Unlike the others before, these guys are skilled."

"Aa, I understand. So, Julius. I have something to ask you —— could you leave that Gunther to me?"

"Are you going to take on him alone?"

Julius must have also seen through Gunther's strength.

That's why he approached Greg and tried to fight him together.

However, if things continued like this, they would likely be surrounded by enemies and lose without being able to fight as they wanted.

"My armor is strong in one-on-one fights. Besides, the second seat means he's the second best knight in the empire, right? Let me fight him."

The way Greg puts it could be interpreted as belittling Julius.

However, Julius didn't think that Greg had looked down on him.

"Indeed, you have a better chance of winning than my all-purpose armor."

They were conversing with each other while dealing with the attacking magic knights.

Julius accepted Greg's suggestion.

"Let's leave the rest to me"

"——Thank you, Julius!"

Greg leaps forward and Gunther's subordinates attack him.

Julius countered with cannon fire.

"I'm your opponent!"

With the help of his friend, Greg closed the distance between himself and Gunther, and thrust out his spear.

Gunther, who blocked the attack with his halberd, looked slightly stunned.

"You think you can stop me by yourself? It's impossible for you."

It was an insulting statement to Greg, but it was true.

Gunther, wielding the halberd, was more skilled and experienced than Greg.

But Greg can't back down either.

"My strong point is that I never give up. When people say I can't win, it makes me want to challenge them!"

Greg sharply thrusts out his spear, and Gunther, perhaps sensing a threat, becomes more serious.

"Nice move. Your skill is that of someone who combines talent and hard work. And the armor that can follow your movements is also impressive——But!"

Gunther forcefully blew away Greg's armor with a single swing of his halberd.

"Guh!?"

Greg was blown away, but immediately readied his spear.

If he didn't do that, he wouldn't be able to defend against Gunther's next attack.

As Greg's red armor is forcefully blown off and flies up, Gunther's magic knight bursts out flames from his back to give chase.

"The pilot's skills!"

"Gah!!"

Greg blocked the blow from Gunther's halberd, but his armor was easily blown away.

"And the performance of the armor!"

"!?"

He catches the heavy blows that are swung at him one after another, but he hears a creaking sound coming from his armor.

"I'm better than you!"

Gunther's powerful strike blew Greg's armor away and sent him crashing into the wall.

Seeing Greg like that, Julius, who was fighting the other magic knights and common armor, called out to him.

"Greg?! Pull yourself together, Greg!!"

When Julius called out to him, Greg's mouth curved up into a smile.

"Don't worry, Julius. –I'll stop this guy. Otherwise, he'll get in Leon's way."

Letting Gunther head for Leon at this point would increase the likelihood that the operation would fail.

Greg put his hand on a lever in the cockpit and pushed it forward while pulling the unlock trigger.

An electronic voice in the cockpit gives a warning.

[Entering forced overload state. Three minutes left until the aircraft explodes.]

"Haha! Nice. Three minutes is plenty of time!!"

What Greg did was use the trump card installed in his red armor.

When Greg had his armor repaired, he was told that if he used his red armor at full power, it would cause the machine to go out of control.

Even though it was called out of control, it was only the internal device that went out of control, and it was possible to double the performance of the armor for a short period of time.

Greg's red armor spews flames from his joints.

It seems Gunther also sensed the danger.

"What did you do?"

Greg's red armor, whose performance had suddenly improved, now blew away Gunther's magic knight.

"What did I do? I used my trump card."

"It doesn't seem normal from the looks of it. Could it be that you let the inside out of control!?"

The cockpit of the red armor begins to heat up.

Greg ignored him and attacked Gunther's magic knight.

"Rather than let you go to Leon, I'll stop you even if it means blowing myself up!!"

Gunther wastes no time as he steps back to try to distance himself from Greg.

Looks like he's just buying time.

"Are you going to run away, you second seat bastard!"

"By the looks of it, I'll win if I run until your time is up. It was your loss when you were impatient and made the mistake of playing your trump card at the wrong time."

Greg's armor is unable to withstand the rampage of internal energy and gradually begins to disintegrate.

The armor was cracked and the joints were beginning to melt slightly.

"I told you——I'm not good at giving up."

Greg's armor picked up speed and rammed Gunther.

He tries to thrust his spear, but the flames emanating from his armor melt it into a mush.

With no other choice, Greg grabbed Gunthe.

Gunther, who has been caught, seems to be impatient.

"Are you planning on dragging me into this suicide bombing? I'm supposed to be the first seat——"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not letting you go ahead!"

Gunther says as Greg's armor begins to glow red.

"You young brat, if you think you've defeated me, you're very much mistaken! The only reason you were able to win was because of that armor."

"Aa, I know. I know better than anyone that I'm weak. That's why I prepared strong armor."

"——What a graceful man to admit his weakness."

Seeing Greg's calm and determination in this situation, Gunther bursts out laughing as he is burned by the flames.

"Young man. No, Greg! You can be proud. Stopping me, the second-seat, here is a great achievement! I'm glad I got to fight an enemy like you one last time——"

When the time limit came, Greg's armor exploded, engulfing Gunther.

In the burning cockpit, Greg had succeeded in holding back the second seat, but a look of frustration was on his face.

Just a little bit more——He wanted to fight alongside Leon and the others.

"Aa, damn it. Is this the end? Leon —— I leave the rest to you."