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The Story of A Certain Soldier (5)

"Fire fire fireeee!!! Don't let them get closeeeee!!!"

The captains of the squads deployed at their respective front lines are raising their voices and shouting so loudly I thought their throats are going to rupture.

Following those orders, the Magician Squads of the respective countries release their magic at the three-headed Bone Dragons that are closing in over here.

The magic released are landing on the Bone Dragon one after another, but it only goes as far as to scratch and burn the surface at best. The Bone Dragon's magic resistance is probably high. There ain't anything we can do with the magic of our calibre.

"Captain! One came over here as well!!"

And then, unluckily enough, one of the seven that appeared bloody came in the direction of our unit. We fight back against the approaching Bone Dragon with magic, but it serves pretty much no purpose, and the vanguards are blown away with a single swing of the Bone Dragon's arm.

The heavy infantries carried a shield big enough to cover their body, and they tried to catch it with a number of ten-odds people, but they were blown away like how a human would kick and send a pebble flying. ......this is the best chance huh.

"Captain, what do we do!?"

"......it can't be helped. I'll buy time. While retreating the squad, you'll tell our stupid General-dono to play his trump card! That the other huge countries aside, a medium-sized country like us, we'll get annihilated at this rate!!"

When I finish giving my orders to the Vice-Captain, I start running towards the Bone Dragon. Good grief, I hate this. The war this time around, it's a war between the combined troops led by the Holy Kingdom and the Demise Country.

Every single country has sent out a decent bit of military force, saying that this is a war that will be won for sure, but they pretty much didn't send any squads or individuals that are representative of their country.

Most of them are, I suppose, the sons of nobles so that they can stand out in upper society even a little, and knights and arms-for-hire like us who were made to be brought along to protect them.

Even the General who's leading our country, his ancestor is the only one amazing, and he's a good-for-nothing who bought his position with money. As for the Chivalric Order trump card which is this country's primary force that he has brought along in this time's war, he makes them stay around him and serve him and won't move them in order to protect himself. He's really a piece of shit, but it has turned into a situation like this. If it's the Chivalric Order Captain, he should move for us. I'll just have to buy time until then.

It's the Chivalric Order Captain who said that although he doesn't think well of us rowdy mercenaries, he acknowledges our capabilities. He probably won't do something like abandon us.

While thinking about something like that, I pour magic power into my body and strengthen it, and head towards the Bone Dragon. There weren't any of my subordinates around the Bone Dragon; only squashed clumps and blood traces remained. The traces of the corpses of my subordinates who failed to dodge huh. You fucking piece of shitt!

While suppressing my resentment towards the Bone Dragon that killed my subordinates, I look at the Bone Dragon calmly. The damn thing isn't something made from dragon bones, but a monster assembled and made of myriads of bones that I imagine are humans.

If it's a human bone or two, I'll probably be able to easily cut it as well, but it's impossible for me to cut through this many bones assembled. Definitely not without a Magic Sword or a pretty good occupation.

My occupation is the extremely ordinary occupation of a Swordsman. I like to believe I've trained a decent bit, but I ain't competent enough to cut that bone.

The Bone Dragon who noticed such me, swings its foreleg that's of a size that it can easily squash something like a human body down at me. I jump to the side and dodge the foreleg that was slammed down. I'm nearly blown away by the wind pressure of it being slammed down, but I thrust my sword into the ground and endure it.

The Bone Dragon glares at me who didn't die from that single strike annoyedly. Now then, how should I buy time. I was thinking about that while breaking into a cold sweat, but in the next instant, the Bone Dragon's head exploded. Furthermore, the heads of all seven Bone Dragons that appeared simultaneously. And then

"Shooting Star(Meteor)"

a beautiful and clear voice reverberated in the vicinity, and shining rain poured down in the next instant. That rain poured down above the heads of the dead spirits and penetrated the dead spirits one after another.

A dust cloud whirls up alongside a rather thunderous sound. All of us ended up freezing. And then, all of us were dumbfounded when the dust cloud cleared.

Because nearly 1/3 of the dead spirits that were giving us a hard time until just now had been blasted away.

"Good grief, for me to be forcefully dragged out for opponents of this calibre. Fistoria-sama sure works people to the bone huh"

And then, a voice that I imagine is the individual who released that ridiculous single attack was audible from the sky. When everybody looked in the direction of the voice, an Angel who had a gold-shining bow the size of about a man served to her from the side was standing over there. Angels are forming files behind her. Which means the Angel at the very front is

"Four Divine Angels 『Heavenly Bow』 Atalanta-sama"

goes the soft mumbling of somebody. An Angel who tied her golden hair in twin tails and wore armour that only protects the important places. ......are you telling me this is the Holy Kingdom's trump card. Along with feeling relieved, I couldn't stop trembling.