Regressor Instruction Manual Chapter 839: The Last (72)

Chapter 839: The Last (72)

“They say you see as much as you know.”
—…
“It’s not a bad idea to look at the situation as a whole and draw the big picture. I also like to draw big pictures. Isn’t that a fact everyone knows? I like turning small profits into huge ones, but it’s also very important to focus on the important point and adjust it intensively.”
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“Think about why you were there. You don’t have to feel too embarrassed. Not knowing is not a sin, is it? However, it is not the right attitude to treat others as fools because they made a move that you do not understand. How would you have known? Can you understand why I made that judgment?”
‘You finally shut your mouth. You can’t say anything, right?’
It seemed like he was trying to ignore what I was saying, but he inevitably became more curious.
He seemed puzzled. What he thought was garbage sabotage turned out to be the best move possible.
He probably thought it would be impossible, but the battle for the occupation of Holshua Valley was an illusion.
It was prepared to attract the attention of the enemy forces. Despite intending it to be used in a war of attrition because they thought it was virtually impossible to occupy, we still emerged victoriously.
From the point of view of a completely uninterested guy, he would want to rewind what happened. Perhaps after the war had ended, he would replay the battle of Holshua Valley right away.
He couldn’t ask right away because of his pride, which made him look petty.
—Didn’t you say it was a lie?
However, he was trying to test me because, of course, he was curious.
—That’s interesting.
“Really?”
—How did you win the battle? No, how did you know… I don’t really care, but if you want to say something, I’ll listen.
“You have to figure it out for yourself.”
—You son of a bitch.
“If you don’t know, you’ll need to learn as you go. The way you try to peek at someone else’s know-how without any effort makes me sick.”
—…
“Now, who’s the moron?”
—Don’t talk to me, Lee Kiyoung. I’m busy right now.
“Who’s the moron?”
—You’re a son of a bitch.
‘You can’t be honest.’
Watching him acting in annoyance admittedly put me in a good mood.
Since he couldn’t check the battlefield properly, he probably became more curious.
He was probably holding back the urge to ask Colonel Smith exactly what order he was given.
In fact, I didn’t even specify a detailed tactic. Instead, I gave him a simple unit designation and target points. It was just that simple.
It was Colonel Smith’s personal ability that made it possible to occupy Holshua Valley.
‘Where has he been hiding so far?’
Colonel Smith, who seemingly looked a little anxious, stood out.
The beard that covered half of his face was neatly trimmed. Deep eyes were visible on his angular features.
‘The main character has been hiding his power.’
It wasn’t common, but it did happen occasionally. In particular, his case was even less common. It wasn’t bad, though. The commander of the federal front was trying to recover.
He was in a decent position where he didn’t have to try too hard. However, considering his abilities, it was insufficient and even rendered it useless.
I didn’t know if he wanted to live a quiet life or simply didn’t want to get involved in troublesome things, but it was undeniable that he didn’t want to reveal his talent.
What wealth and honor would the federal regiment commander have? It was obvious that he was given a position to take care of his people… I thought he was unlucky.
He probably thought the same way.
Telling his troops to head to the Holshua Valley would have been no different from saying, ‘After letting as many troops as possible get killed there, die.’
To survive, he had to conquer. He would have had no choice but to show his power for what he wanted to protect.
-Colonel Smith, are you okay?
-It’s already spilled milk.
‘Right. I like that attitude.’
It was already spilled milk. Why not spill a little more?
His estimated combat power was similar to the former eight seats or higher, the unique legendary-grade class Magic Bullet Shooter, the person who fired magic easily with his fingers, and a combat group that impacted mid-to-long-range and even melee battles because of his high physical ability.
His unique ability was Reload, which reloaded the consumed magic. Needless to say, his ability as a commander was unquestionable, and his judgment on the battlefield was also excellent.
How could I not use that guy? It was a coincidence that I discovered him, but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t use him.
“Hyejin. Contact Colonel Smith. Let me help.”
-Okay, Vice Guild Master.
“Oh, and tell the commander that you are taking some key areas with you. Holshua Valley, Lycanlia Basin, and…”
-I’ll tell him.
“He will probably say nothing. Levitate the Goddess’s Mirror. Let’s get started.”
-Don’t overwork yourself.
“I won’t.”
I would be far from doing that.
Colonel Smith’s expression became even stiffer when the communication channel was connected.
The way he closed his eyes tightly seemed to say that his existence had been revealed.
He muttered that the milk had already been spilled, but when he saw the bucket of milk rolling on the ground, he felt sick.
‘That’s what war is. A new hero will always appear.’
As expected, Jin Qing didn’t say anything. Curious about the secret from earlier, he just looked at Cho Hyejin, who quietly pulled out dozens of mirrors.
They all reflected Colonel Smith. He joined forces with other fronts, moved to a new battlefield, and spoke up.
-We’ve arrived on the frontlines.
“Oh, Colonel Smith.”
-Yes?
“You don’t need to lead the 13th Regiment from now on.”
-…
I took a sip of the coffee and continued.
“I’m going to use you myself, so just know that. Go alone on the frontlines that I put a mark on. I’ll take care of all the rest.”
-Are you ordering me to die now? Please, reconsider it.
‘Why would I kill you? You’re too talented for that.’
“You’re not going to die. It’s a chance to become the hero of the continent. Just listen to what I order you to do and trust me. You’ll only die if you disobey me.”
-Okay.
Soon after, I saw Colonel Smith arriving at the forefront and immediately moving. He wasn’t fast, but his attack speed and range were.
He burned magic power instantly, charged it once more, burned magic power again, and charged it again.
The sight of him shooting dozens and hundreds of magical abilities through the demon army was truly spectacular, and frankly, I thought that his compatibility with me wasn’t bad.
Yes, his level was probably low, but it was enough to entrust him with one area of the war.
After dodging the giant ax by a thread, he fired a blast to his enemy’s head, then killed another after blocking a sword.
As always, support continued to fall on him.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang, bang, bang!
It was far too impressive.
He made no unnecessary movements. His mana capacity being low was a shame, though.
He had the unique ability called Reload, but his mana supply was limited, so he had no choice but to overuse his abilities.
The delay seemed to be a weakness, but there were many means to cover it if I used him.
I didn’t have to explain his role as he had a good grasp of the battlefield.
He was showing the power that a named entity could show amid wars.
He was also feeling catharsis.
He still looked anxious, but his sense of being united with the warzone was the same as all those who lived by fighting.
‘The more you use your unique abilities, the more tired you’ll feel.’
If he had been a little younger, he would have been more usable.
Jin Qing was looking at Cho Hyejin, who was watching all of the series of processes. He had to be wondering what she was doing now.
However, he had been through this. Of course, I couldn’t compare what happened then and now, but he apparently did.
I was worried that the painful memories would come back, but what I was most worried about right now wasn’t Jin Qing’s mentality.
‘It’s our plague trash’s mentality.’
“He must feel like he had been backstabbed, doesn’t he?”
—Aren’t you tired of this?
“You know it’s effective. That’s why one-on-one is so good. You can effectively stab the opponent in the back in the right place. Can you see the demon legions collapsing?”
From the standpoint of the plague trash, who had kept Jin Qing in check, he might be puzzled by the new battlefield spreading around Holshua Valley.
No, he had to be feeling anger beyond wonder. Just having a power line collapsing helplessly at the hands of low-level insects would make him go nuts.
I wanted to control myself, but how could I? The Demon Summoner was glaring at me like that.
How could I do it? While the two of them were fighting each other, I was getting all the benefits.
‘Don’t underestimate human power, dirty plague trash bastard. This is the power of justice.’
“You be careful not to die when you move, Colonel Smith. The more you move, the more your subordinates you like so much will survive.”
-…
‘This is the power of light, plague scum.’
“You have been disobeying the policies of the New Continental Protection and Management Committee. I think you should have reported in advance. Why were you hiding your power?”
-I’m sorry, but…
“Don’t say anything now. The only way for you to live is by obeying orders. Leave your name on the continent as a war hero. I’ll help you. At the very least, I will take measures to ensure that the regiment you cherish is handled in a good way.
‘Are you watching? The darkness never defeats the light that fights for its comrades.’
Just as expected, I saw the Plaguelord’s face distorting.
He didn’t seem to show much emotion, but his trembling eyes and stiff body seemed to show how angry he was.
It was a reaction that didn’t feel enough since low-grade insects heavily attacked him.
It would be natural to run wild and scream, but as if he thought that such a reaction was not dignified, he held back his anger.
‘If it were me, I would have screamed.’
I would have thrown something to the wall.
I poured cold water on a situation he was sure was flowing perfectly, not once, but twice.
If he were created with me as a base, he would definitely be furious at the cracking situation, which made it obvious what he’d do next.
—I’ll kill you. I will surely present you guys with the most painful hell.
‘One is already in Hell.’
—You must have thought I’d be quiet.
‘What?’
—It’s a gift, inferior bastards. Curse your own helplessness and die.
I could see him leaning on his chair and snapping his fingers.
As if waiting, Laios began to tremble.
I immediately realized how things were going when I heard Park Deokgu outside calling me.
I didn’t know how it happened, I didn’t know how he could do that, but the magic power floating above Laios…
“It’s falling.”
—…
“You… You fucking demon summoner bastard! You traitorous bastard!”
—It’s not me. Damn…
“You bastard return kindness with evil?”
—I’m saying it’s not me… I… sh*t… what the hell is this…
“Look at him acting, Hyejin. Cut that traitor’s throat quickly!”
—Lee Kiyoung! You crazy motherfucker! How many times have I said it’s not me!
“Call Jung Hayan! Hayan! Call our Hayan! Call my love Hayan!”