To Save My Favourite Character, I Decided To Destroy the Game’s Plot

saac, mounted on a huge warhorse, furiously closed the distance. The confidence that he could destroy us single-handedly was evident in the way he was leaving his men behind.

"Let's reverse!"

Upon receiving O'Brien's order, his subordinate skillfully handled the reins to turn the horse around and galloped off at a brisk pace.

　The other side was the one who had originally fled, which means it was crowded with countless enemy soldiers, but even so, the odds of survival were still better than fighting Isaac alone.

It sounds preposterous, but it is the best we can hope for. The strongmen of this world are strong without ceiling.

The Welshman veers to the right just before the collision. Mazer, go straight ahead and pull back just in time. Then..."

　As they ran away from Isaacs, the distance between them and the army of maybe 1,000 men closed in. And Isaac, from the rear, is running faster than we are, closing the gap.

　It was hell to go forward and hell to go back. But we could not stop.

In order to break out of such a terrible situation, O'Brien, with a shout of his penetrating spirit, charged into the army with only a few dozen cavalrymen.

"Now!"

At the moment of impact with the army, a man named Wales, astride the most gigantic of our warhorse, caught the front ranks of the enemy and pushed them to the right with skillful swordsmanship.

　Then the starboard side of the enemy force, which had been gaining the most momentum, jammed, and dozens of men fell down as the front and rear collided like a pile-up.

　They were equipped with swords and armor. It would take them a long time to get up.

Beside them, the horsemen, including Mather, who were carrying me, were running over the enemy soldiers without killing them with their accumulated running power.

　The cavalry's destructive power and Mazer and his men's excellent swordsmanship punched a hole in the enemy's formation, which was then broken up by my magic to disrupt it.

　In the gap I created...

"Charge!"

　O'Brien ordered another assault.

　Even though we had made a hole, we were still facing a wall of hundreds of people. The thick atmosphere of death they were directing at us was more than enough to prepare us for death, but even more desperate wariness was approaching from the rear.

　So we had no hesitation in pushing forward into hell.

"Let's go, boys! For His Excellency's sake, cut a hole in the path!"

With Mazer and the others, who had pierced it first, in the lead, the cavalry rushed forward.

　Swords, spears, and human hands were constantly reaching out from the front, left, and right. If we get tangled up in them, we will be dragged down from our warhorses and killed.

"Follow me! Keep up with me!"

　Handling the reins with one hand and repelling attacks aimed at himself and the warhorse with the other, Mazer moved forward so as not to stop the momentum of the charge.

　There was no choice but to keep going. If he was killed, it would be the end, if he stopped, it would be the end, and there was no way he could afford to lose his way.

That's why I'm gonna--

"Mr. Mazer, I'm going away for a moment."

　I float away from the scene with wind magic, and Mazer only sends me a voice while keeping his eyes on the battlefield.

"Where do you think you're going? Get back here!"

'No, the sorcerer will attract the enemy's attention. I'm going to rampage a bit. Let's meet up at the end of this line of troops. Even if you try to stop me, I'll still go."

"----. All right, don't die!"

'Yes, sir! Good luck to you, Mazer!"

　With that as my parting shot, I flew high into the air. I created wind as conspicuously as possible, circling relentlessly, so as to attract attention and...

I unleashed my stored magic power into the dense troop concentration below me.

The fifth level of fire magic, "Hell Flare," is activated. This is the same magic that was used on the evil cult leader Cassandra during the underworld uprisings in the past.

　At that time, I was still not strong enough to use it as a bluff, but now it is different.

　With a literal killing intent in the gushing magic power, I released an extremely large flame from my palm.

　In the blink of an eye, the hellfire, as if the power of a flamethrower had been multiplied by several dozen, covered the ground. The flames made a booming noise that blocked out even the sound of a final death, and swallowed everything in its path as it soared high above.

　Black silhouettes that look like shadows fall one after another. One by one, two by two, too many to count, they die.

Every time I saw them, I felt as if my memories of beauty were being painted over in an ugly way.

It had been two years since I entered the battlefield. I had gotten used to killing people to some extent. However, the smiles of Crecencia and the smiles of Saraswati, Lucy, and Misha alternately flashed by me, and I was not sure which one to take...

"Whoa!"

A blade of the vacuum that split the wind and approached from behind me dashed my thoughts.

　I hurriedly jumped back from the spot and looked around to see a magician looking up at me among the enemy troops.

　Even though I couldn't catch it in the sideways glances from Mazer and the others, I could see everything from above.

　I should kill that sorcerer here, given his quick reaction and judgment in attacking me, as well as the excellent sorcerer I had just seen.

　I flew toward the magician, shooting flames indiscriminately.

　Occasionally a counterattack magic would fly at me, but I either dodged or intercepted it, neutralizing it and closing in on my objective in a straight line.

I had the magic circle of "Hell Flare" in my hand, and I was ready to fire.

'The magic from earlier is coming! Be ready with the water attribute!"

　As he and his subordinates began to cast water magic, I crushed the magic circle in the palm of my hand as if it were trash.

If they just want to produce a magic circle, they can draw it with light-attribute magic.

　How many years ago was that? I've been trying to learn this skill since Misha told me when I was imprisoned in the Endenberg family house annex that it would be great if I could use magic that was different from the magic circle.

So the real one is over here, already in a state of waiting to be activated without chanting, Haiyan's original lightning magic.

"Go down!"

Releasing the magic power from my entire body with all my might, I shot a lightning strike into the enemy's dense area.

With a single strike, the target sorcerer flees the scene with agility, and those around the target fall to the ground, burnt to a crisp.

With a second shot, predicting the target's escape route, he drops a lightning bolt to block it, stopping the target's escape. In addition, it kills the enemies around the target.

　Then came the third and final blow.

"Ah!"

　Before he could scream, the magician was hit by a direct bolt of lightning and died instantly.

This made things a little easier for O'Brien and his men, didn't it?

　I looked back at my surroundings with caution and saw that they were cutting through the enemy lines with Mazer in the lead.

Their numbers were down from when I took off, but there was still no sign of extinction. They should be okay.

　After firing a few magic shots in the direction they were moving to confuse them, I turned my gaze to the rear, where an oversized battle spirit was closing in.

Isaac was rushing toward me at a furious pace. The difference in speed between us running away while killing the enemy and him just advancing was too great.

At this rate, he would catch up to me without a moment's respite.

Of course, I don't think that O'Brien is the kind of guy who would simply let us catch up to one another. He must have planted some kind of seed in this situation.

　Still, I was uneasy.

What should I do now?

Without interfering with O'Brien's plan, I stop Isaac's foot.

　I calculated the enemy's position backwards from the magic that was shot at me and eliminated the enemy magician, and while rampaging around, I just kept turning my thoughts around.

But I couldn't come up with any good ideas, and while I was thinking like this...

"You're a strange kid, should I kill you here?"

　A desperate presence, reminiscent of the real Schneizel, shattered my defiance to pieces.

　Only this, this is still no good.

I'm not talking about something as simple as having honed my magic skills.

　I'm still no match for him. He will definitely kill me.

Before I could get in between the onrushing Isaac, I ran for cover as fast as I could.

　It was about time for the cavalry to get through the enemy lines. I was going to join up with O'Brien for the moment.