The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

Ouramgoritha kingdom, the king's capital Armonia. The Allied kingdom of the United Nations was home to senior nobles, with the exception of the Western armies.

The agenda covered by the facades of the conference hall is, of course, a defence against the invasion of the Great Empire. Half a month after the war. The first week was the Royal Army, which allowed the Imperial Army to ravage without any excuse, but here recently there have been new moves on the front line.

"Phantom Anger......"

If the Grand Marquis of Cremayu brought him to the chair as he stroked his chin beard, the earl of the Yamato type opened his mouth.

"Who the hell are you?

"That's a name I've never heard of."

To the words of the Grand Marquis, the Knight of the Royal Army, who was reading out the report, continued.

"At present, on the front lines of the kingdom as well as on each front of the United Nations, an armed group of mercenaries named 'Phantom Anger' is appearing, using flying machines and the Imperial Aramur to strike the enemy!

"Mercenary groups..."

The nobles shrug. One Marquis raised his hand.

"Why do those mercenaries fight the Empire?

"... reports from those who came into contact with Phantom Anger's constituents that they are avengers and are fighting to reclaim what was lost by the Empire"

Avenger.

"Provia and Coucapente - the aspirations of the former Union have risen to take back their occupied homeland...?

"It's possible."

"So didn't you see our predicament and rush...?

"Oh......!

As the nobles spouted their words, the Grand Marquis of Cremayu deepened the crease between his brows.

"If the will of the former Union is to come into contact with us more actively,"

Shin, and the place quiets in what the Grand Marquis said.

"It's better to work together. But why doesn't it? What kids know that an ex-Union would be better united and hit the Empire!

"So, Grand Marquis. Phantom Anger mercenaries are only mercenaries...?

"At least it won't be the royalty or nobility that carries the country"

But...

"It is also suspicious that he is purely a mercenary. In the first place, mercenaries may ask for rewards and come and sell themselves..."

"Someone's already hired you, or something?

I don't know.

The nobles roar. The reaction meant that no one on this occasion had that contact.

But - and Clemayu opened his mouth.

"Whatever they are, if they beat the Great Empire, we have hope, too"

"Rather, if the enemy weakens, even our Royal Army may be able to drive the enemy out of the border"

The nobles nodded. There said one Count.

"But you care. They have more weapons to repel than equal to the Mechanical Weapons Corps of the Great Empire."

"Master Left. And he appears out of nowhere, slamming the empire. It's like..."

The well-widened Count nodded.

"Looks like a former hero magician, Jin Amiwool"

Whoa, and I got a big twitchy twitch. But the face of the Grand Marquis of Cremayu remained precarious.

"There is no Gin Amiwool. He's dead."

……

Shadows in the expression of the nobles, as drawn back to reality. Gin Amiwool, the hero who took the overthrow of the Great Empire one step further, is no longer in the world. No one knows how big a pain in the ass that was in the Union.

"Anyway, if you call them mercenaries, can't you hire them...?

When the young Earl said, the Marquis of the Eight Letters Beard nodded.

"If we can use the weapons that Phantom Angers use, we can fight back."

A revitalized conference hall. A transmission rushed in there.

"Excuse me during the meeting! It's a transmission from General Ordil's army on Gemma Plains!

Gemma Plains - Tensions run to the nobles. Final line of defense in the western part of the Kingdom of Ouramgorisa. If they pull out of here, they'll be allowed to invade the central part, including the Wang capital.

"The western army will be invaded by the Empire and heavily damaged, but with the support of a mercenary army that will be Phantom Anger, defeat the enemy invaders!

"Whoa!"

A third twist happened in the conference hall.

To put it briefly, the western armies of the kingdom of Ouramgoritha could not have been enemies in front of the elite First Army of the Great Empire, although only a few were aligned.

The 10,000 troops, combined with the gathering of the surrounding lords and reinforcements from the centre, couldn't have been able to fathom the 20,000 soldiers of the First Regiment's main force and the Imperial Army with a balance of cavalry, tanks, golems and armor.

As expected, the western army of the Kingdom of Ouramgoritha suffers enormous damage with no hands or feet in front of the overwhelming firepower of the Great Empire. The only squad of elite magicians capable of countering mechanical weapons resisted, if any, was water on the burning stone.

But the battle was not settled as it was.

Phantom Anger showed up for the Willidis Army Oriental Dispatch Fleet.

"Red Carrig, so...!?

The pilot of the great empire Aramur 'Karig' peeled his eyes at the different coloured armor that appeared in front of his own machine.

A steel giant with a massive upper body, with two curved horns. red paint different from the brown Great Imperial Machine. That's what hit the Imperial Armored Troops moving through the woods.

"Damn, are these the ghosts of the example!?

The Imperial Armored Troop, which was bypassing the woods in order to cut off the exit of the enemy Royal Army, was dressed to allow a complete ambush.

A red khalig strikes a brown khalig with a spear-shaped or gilded weapon.

A spear-shaped, poked fuselage is blown through its area the next moment, penetrating its thick armor. My arms and legs blew up in some places. The body, which had also been slammed through the head with a gold bar and crushed in the head, was jumped by the ensuing beating to the torso.

But the Imperial Army hasn't been hit either. The Imperial Army Kallig, who escaped the first blow, points a fireball gun in his back or waves a burning blade handax in his hand.

"You're using people's things!

This is a veteran pilot facing the fuselage since the creation of the Armor Corps. I was complacent that my training and experience were different than those of enemy pilots manipulating stolen aircraft.

If a heavily thrusting steel giant knocks in a blow all over his body, he even breaks the steel golem.

But the red Kallig movement was mild. faster than that. We made advances and retreats to slip softly and moved better than the Imperial Kallig. Thanks to this, they get away lightly outside the range of the axe.

The attack swung empty. Don't miss the red karig there and it will be stepped in in no time. Its right arm glows and its stiffened fist is slapped in.

Thunderknuckle - An imperial pilot was pierced through the cockpit and his consciousness was pruned the next moment he thought of Carrig's arming.