The twenty-nine people in the back row who attacked from a distance with arrows and magic were momentarily rendered powerless.
However, some took out their spare bows, and others started chanting again, so they could not be ignored.
Qualia took into account the protocol which would not allow him to end their vital activity, and could not hit them with his beams directly.
Instead, he aimed his guns at the vanguard to keep them in check.
“Uu…”
The vanguard stopped, but only for a moment. But it was enough.
“Type SWORD.”
Light emanated from the 5D printer, as the photon weapon on Qualia’s left hand transformed into a sword’s handle.
But from that handle appeared not a beam, but a fake sword.
Two knights charged in first. They were protecting their heads, so a hit to the jaw would not be possible.
But Qualia’s sensors, his eyes, spotted all gaps in their armor, every deformation, and every weak point.
All he had to do was swing his sword at those spots to do as much damage as possible.
“Guah.”
“Nuoh…”
“Ninety-seven remaining.”
But there were still almost seventy knights in the vanguard alone.
And of course, they surrounded him from all sides.
“All right! Have at him!”
Ordered an irritated Edwin.
Swords, spears, hammers… Various close-range weapons assaulted Qualia all at once.
There was nowhere to run, and no space to dodge. There was too much.
It seemed like it would be a one-sided match from the start.
The soldiers and Edwin all had smiles on their faces, as they were all certain that victory would come to them swiftly.
But an abnormality crushed that confidence less than ten seconds later.
“Ninety-two left.”
There were sounds of weapons clashing, and heavy vibrations of armor falling to the ground one after the other.
“Eighty-nine left.”
Qualia was unharmed.
There was no way Troy’s coordination was not working, and each individual knight wielded enough fighting power. And yet, their group strategy of crushing an opponent with superior numbers was not working.
Especially noteworthy was that their attacks from the sides and from the back were being blocked without their target even looking.
It was supposed to be their surprise attack, but they were the ones being assaulted.
“Seventy-five left. No prediction revisions.”
“Eek… What’s with this guy… He’s not even that strong or fast…”
“It’s like he’s seeing through all our attacks…”
The fainted knights painted the field monochrome, and in the center stood Qualia. The soldiers twitched as they looked at him as though he was a god of death.
He would have suffered multiple wounds at this point, if his optimal solutions still had the same accuracy they did the previous day. But he learned through Holy Sword, and his optimal solutions were accurate enough to even beat her.
Even if several people swung a variety of weapons at him, he could quickly work out optimal solutions, unless they were faster than her.
“Ugoh.”
“Sixty-five left.”
The openings left by the knights shuddering and drawing back were also within his calculations, and he swung his fake sword at the spots that were quickly beginning to be thin in numbers.
In only one minute, thirty-five members of the vanguard were incapacitated.
“Now, archers and mages. Support…”
As the vanguard went down or retreated, it created good visibility that made it easier for the archers and mages to offer their support.
Edwin was about to issue the order for a long-range volley, when he saw it. A meteor shower of beams stopped another attack from the back row.
“He… Wasn’t looking at us, was he…”
Every shot fired with Qualia’s right hand hit its target, as though he knew they were readying to attack again.
Not only that, he did not even see most of the back row, and yet everything slipped through the vanguard to hit them.
With predictions alone, he hit his targets precisely.
“Forty-nine left. No prediction revisions.”
Fifteen archers were left without weapons, rendering them completely powerless.
The mages were also speechless at how Qualia was so precise and quick without even looking.
“Guh…”
“Nuah…”
“Thirty-three left.”
Eighteen in front, fourteen mages in the back, and Edwin.
It was not as though Qualia was incredibly fast, or possessed freakish strength, but one after the other, the fifth division of Troy was being suppressed, as though a pre-established scenario was playing out.
This was no longer a battlefield where blood splattered, it was a bloodless factory.
It was an indescribable hell, as Troy’s fifth division was being incapacitated one knight at a time.
“Twenty-eight left.”
“Ah… You! Catch that kid! Use her as a hostage!”
Ordered a tense Edwin, and vanguard knights rushed towards Spirito.
“I figured you’d come sooner or later… Come at me.”
Despite her heavy wounds, Holy Sword would not go down without a fight.
She managed to stand up and hold her fake sword… But it was not swung.
“Type GUN.”
Qualia’s beam weapon, which was not being aimed at anyone a moment ago, shot the bodies of the knights in front.
“Igyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?”
The knights screamed as they saw blood gushing from the holes created by the shots. Both the knights and Spirito gulped at this red spectacle punctuated with agonized cries.
It was not just the bloodstained knights that invited terror. Qualia’s eyes were black and dull, like a dead fish’s, like they were not organic. Just seeing them caused panic.
“Warning. Hostile action towards Spirito will lead to your incapacitation, even if it is through serious damage to your hardware. Depending on the situation, it might lead to cessation of vital activity.”
If they were after Spirito, he could not handle it with the fake sword alone. All he learned from his battle with Spirito was how to deal with a situation where he himself was being targeted.
Therefore, he had no choice but to lift restrictions on firing ‘Type GUN’, even if it led to their vital activity stopping.
“…Guah.”
“Fifteen left.”
Morale dropped as low as it could among the vanguard knights, and it took little time for Qualia to incapacitate them.
“…S-stop him with magic…”
The moment the fourteen mages attempted to activate magic, their spells were shot.
In the end, none of them could fire a spell, and Qualia approached them like a storm.
Their brains were shaken by Qualia’s fake sword, and there was nothing they could do about it.
“One left.”
“…Ah, this is a nightmare.”
Qualia looked on at Edwin, who stood still in a stupor.
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I love this story! Thank you for translating. Keep up the good work （⌒▽⌒）
Yeah boi! F them up real good and painfully.
How did he turn photon energy into solid metal?
Same way he made the handle. He just made a stick out of the same metal as the handle.