Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 1)

Chapter 180: The End of Pre-war Defense (1)

'Dad will be good to you!'

It was originally an unwanted child, but that did not matter anymore. I now considered it as solid insurance, as it could protect me once I became too old.

Meanwhile, Dialugia still looked speechless, her face taking on a complex expression. However, the answer had already been decided for her.

"It was an unwanted situation, but I will do my best. Oh... well..."

"Ah..."

"I'll head in first and finish my work, then go right after you. Pfft. See you in a minute. My baby, you should also stay there and listen to your mother."

"W... Who... What baby..."

"Who would it be? Anyway, let's talk about it after work. Again, don't make a fuss about it. I don't want to employ the rough method either. What parent would want their child to get hurt?"

"..."

I left quickly right after saying that. Though I didn't need to be present if the pre-war defense was coming to an end, it was mandatory since I was still the troops' general commander. It would only be right to be present when they celebrated their victory.

I didn't do much, but I still had every right to show off.

As much as I wanted to be with Dialugia, I knew the Red Mercenaries would be enough to guard her. I nodded in thanks to them, and they nodded right back as if telling me not to worry.

'Hmm...'

As I slowly climbed up the wall, I saw the monsters' bodies lying underneath.

It didn't feel like more waves could come. None at all, as long as I had Dialugia and the baby here. Most of the humans on the wall looked exhausted, yet they pushed on to clear the few final creatures.

"Don't be pushed!"

"Let's end this!"

Baaaaaang!

It was nice to see the troops trying their hardest to finish them off. I could even see my party in the distance running along the walls.

Jung Hayan was still spreading magic while biting her lips tightly, and Kim Hyunsung busied himself with cutting the throats of the guys trying to come up with his sword.

It is natural that I, who had not gotten a lot of experience, was in a hurry.

It was not a big spell, but I was forced to continue to attack the guys down there.

"Tankers, block the road to prevent the remaining monsters from entering the collapsed western wall!"

I had to show them that I did something, too. The conclusion of this battle was important.

Crack!

Crash!

"Groooooaaar!"

Whoosh.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"Block!"

The huge hand summoned by me fell, and the monsters screamed.

I was not good physically, but my magic power was fine. I had to show a suitable example of what a competent commander was for everyone.

My overall appearance did not look bad. My whole body was covered in dirt, and I had wounds from running away. I looked no different from those who had genuinely battled hard.

Of course, the truth was far away, but who cared about it?

Unlike the command unit, which looked relatively clean, my appearance was very dirty.