Industrial revolution starting with the undead

"Soon, we'll be in Fleetberg territory!

"All right. It's enemy territory from here. Tell the whole army to stay sharp."

"I understand!

"Take control of enemy territory first, then go into the camp"

"Ha!"

Earl of Fleetberg, the westernmost part of the Grand Slam Empire. On the border with its neighbor, the territory of Mokanate, was an army wrapped in silver armor.

It is a military force, the "Holy Knights", which is uniquely owned by the "Sacred Church".

It is not the military power of the Empire, it is only the army of the 'Sacred Church'. Essentially those who guard the headquarters of the Imperial capital and rarely deploy in this way. If there is, only if a cult group occurs somewhere on the continent.

Such a "Holy Knights" were marching with five thousand men - all their armies.

Duran McGregor, head of the "Holy Knights" regiment, thinks about the opponent he's about to fight as he narrows his eyes on the dazzling West Day.

"Gear's fine."

"Ha. A cult apostle is a bone monster, so it is considered ineffective with swords and spears. So we're equipping everyone with axes and hammers."

"Good. A cult apostle dies until his whole body is shattered. Everybody, make sure you understand that."

"Ha!"

What the Durans "Holy Knights" are going to do is purify Fleetberg territory.

cult apostles that would have been created by the cults, perhaps at the sacrifice of their sacrifices. It's a bone monster, all together. It is said that a man who has fallen into a cult will not gain his peace of mind if he dies.

If it was made of the sacrifices and carcasses of the wicked, it is still possible that the devout saints were sacrificed. Especially since cults are said to impeach and slaughter other religions in order to spread cults throughout the land.

If so, what the 'Holy Knights' should do is the solemnity of the wicked. And it is to give the apostle of the cult a death that will be salvation, to the fallen saint.

"I see a place of detention!

"Some soldiers will protect you, but I don't mind. Uncle Fleetberg is said to be a cult bishop. If you are a soldier serving such an Earl, you will not turn into an evil man"

"I understand!

"All armies, prepare for battle! I'll take control immediately!

"Ha!!

The face of the Knights screaming like that in an aligned voice against Duran's words. To their momentum, Duran grinned and stroked his white beard.

Basically to them, soldiers defending headquarters, they have little experience in action. But with silver armor, each blessed by the bishop of the 'Ecclesiastes', and arms that have gained divine power through holy bonfires at the headquarters of the 'Ecclesiastes', they can be said to be exactly spiritual soldiers of God.

That's five thousand people - the whole army.

Duran, formerly a general in the Imperial Army, extends to a regiment he once led.

Against such an army, a single lord who has just become a cult bishop cannot possibly have the power to fight.

"All right, let's go!! Early enough!!

"Ha!!

What is in front of you is the border with Fleetberg territory.

We can't block the walls between the territory and the territory, but if we still basically enter another territory, we have to get permission from the precinct. Several of these facilities have been set up at territorial boundaries, and it is considered an offence to enter on your own without obtaining permission here.

But that's not a problem.

They are the 'Holy Knights' and are moved by the life of the 'Ecclesiastical' Bishop. There's no way they can just judge a country lord like that.

Hence.

They don't mind breaking such places blocked by the cults - that's what they think.

"... hmm?

But when as many as five thousand knights say they're on their way fast, there's no response to the lockup.

To too much, it's strange to think that you got away with trembling - but still can't even see the back of an escaping soldier.

Well, fine.

Duran said, "The Holy Knights" only crush this precinct first.

But.

"Mm...!

"Hey, what the heck, that one!!

"Bye, monster...!

"Quiet!!

To the face of the knights who deliberately make noise, Duran sips so.

But such Duran's gaze was also poured ahead of their attention. Too much beauty, too unusual, my legs stop.

It was something so huge that the two-story barrier seemed so small.

Shishi, Shishi, it sounds like footsteps. The silhouette is of the human bone, yet its size is far out of standard.

A giant bone monster, with a sunset red on his back.

More than ten times the length of a human being. Unlike humans, the skull is a dog tooth grown in the jaw. In addition, both arms hang long and sloppy compared to their height, so much so that they are thought to reach their knees. I'd say it's a skeleton closer to a monkey than a human.

Such a bone monster, shuddering, shuddering, with footsteps.

I was walking this way.

"Oh... that's the apostle of the cult!

"You're so big! Apostle of the cult!

"You weren't just a bone monster!

"Calm down! Don't let the enemy fool you!

Duran shouts so, but the army that was floating is hard to quiet.

Naturally, too. Even Duran, the general of the war, has his legs choked.

What still calms me down is that he is a commander and general - because of his sense of responsibility.

If you were just one soldier, you'd be getting away with it right now.

……

The bones of the giant gradually come close enough to look up.

The Holy Knights, protected by the Holy Blessing - with their entire armies covered in giant skulls.

Then.

Thoughtfully, I waved that arm.

"Ghaaaaaa!!

"Gwwwwwwwww!!

"Mm, uhh...!!

Couldn't move to much beauty, the head of the "Holy Knights" - the giant's arms shook the dozens who were there all at once.

That makes the knights blow up like cotton wool when they say they're wearing armor. The armor, which is supposed to have holy protection, is a beard, the torso bends, and the neck of the one who falls from his head is broken. It didn't seem as if it was real.

"Ah, ah...!

Five thousand, an overwhelming number.

In the soldiers of the Country Lords, there is so much violence that they cannot fight at all.

That was only one - the moment of complete disintegration, due to the giant.

"All armies! Grab a weapon! Broke my leg bones!!

"Uh-oh!

Giant bones remain silent.

Ants swarming at your feet, as if to blow them up with your hands.

The ravages began against the Knights of the Five Thousand.