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

Schneizel is the strongest of all the vessels that the world has brought forth. It is filled with 'generals' stuffed by the Guardias, but his inherent strengths are not there.

It is simpler, more pristine.

His true strength lies in the simpler, more primitive form of force, the kind of force that would make the world's most intelligent generals sneer at him with their noses.

This is his true value, which cannot be fully displayed on the battlefield, a stage where it is so many against many. Even in the rare single combat that occurs, if the opponent is weak, it will be over before he can give his all.

　Therefore, except for Gardias, who trained him, and Argiano, who defeated him, the world had not yet known the real world's strongest fighter.

　Until today, until this moment--

"Haaaaaaaaaaah!"

　He threw away all rationality from his thoughts and simply went berserk with all his strength. The great sword swung in this way shattered Isaac's block, made him retreat, and then attacked his retreating opponent even more vigorously.

"Oh, oh!"

A barrage of blows, delivered with a density that does not allow for even breathing, let alone a blink of an eye. Isaacs, unable to hold them off and with countless wounds all over his body, had already realized that he would be defeated in a matter of minutes.

(Are you kidding me,......?)

The monster in front of him knows martial arts, no matter if it is a beast that only relies on physical force. It is not just a skill. The numerous exquisite techniques that he has honed as a general are brilliantly displayed.

Not only can he not win, but he cannot even find a way to counterattack. How could he win against such an unreasonable opponent?

Isaac had no way of knowing this, but Schneizel, who had learned his lesson in the battle with Arjano, had trained in this area countless times since then.

　So even though he has stepped into the same realm, the depth of his training is different from back then. He has given himself over to power more deeply and more strongly, and is now able to output the martial arts that have become ingrained in his body on that basis.

[Gaaaaaaaah!"

The fangs of the young Schneizel bare his fangs.

"What?　He's still going up?{

"Haha, well, this is how it goes..."

While continuing to accelerate himself, each time he corrects the misalignment of his body and the delay of his skills, gradually approaching perfection. Even now, he continues to get even stronger.

　 　 　 　 Since Arjano, he has finally been able to demonstrate it, which makes him even stronger in the battlefield.

　And then--

"Isaac!"

At last, a god-speed strike caught Isaac.

"G......a, ha!"

Schneizel's strike cuts Isaac in half with the great sword he uses for defense, and then cuts Isaac in half from the shoulder.

　The deep slash was surely a fatal wound.

Even if a magician did show up, Schneizel would not be the type to let a restorative magic happen.

　In other words, a dead end. Isaac, who was standing on the edge of life, looked at the great sword that had been severed for a moment, and then smiled a fresh smile.

'I never thought I'd be killed, not by Ghardias, not by O'Brien, but by the new generation".

"My ...... haha, haha, victory, right? Ha ...... ha!"

"Huh huh, I guess so. No, but, hey. I'm not sure I'll ever be satisfied with my ...... passing away.

After both of them became generals, the opportunity to fight directly with Ghardias rarely came, and O'Brien, who had other opportunities, was not the type to make him contented.

　Hence, Isaac thought he would die of old age, or be framed for a trivial scheme, or die of boredom in any case, but there was someone who surpassed him.

　So, although he was frustrated, he could pass away satisfied as an individual.

A huge figure leaning. Falling to his knees, he fell to the ground along with many legends...

　At the same time, screams of joy and despair echoed through the air. O'Brien's loyal subjects, with tears in their eyes, screamed as if overcome with emotion.

　The soldiers of the Royal Army of Meltor shed tears, demoralized by the loss of their absolute pillar, the general.

　Counted as a unit, only one man was defeated. However, Isaac, who had supported Mertor for decades as a general, was not a person who could be measured in terms of units, and his loss was too great.

　So much so that the Meltor camp could no longer fight.

　Schneizel, who saw this, decided that the war was over, and was about to sheathe his great sword when he heard the following words.

"Oh no, that's ......!"

　Isaac rises from the pool of blood. The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that the two of them are not only the top two in the world, but also the top three in the world in terms of the number of people who have died in the last three years.

"I am a great general!　I stand with my country on my shoulders!　I will not allow myself to be defeated!"

　He raises his broken sword and runs.

　The same thing happened to Isaacs, who was carrying his country on his back, just as O'Brien and his men had a desire that HE could not give up.

　He had to win. If he could not win, he would have to at least kill the leader of the new generation who would be a threat to Meltor in the future.

　Otherwise, the kingdom of Mertor, which had lost Fierro and himself, would be swallowed up in the vortex of war and disappear.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Really, this thing is heavy, isn't it?"

　Schneizel grabbed the sword that he was about to put away and charged Isaac, and this time he completely cut him off so that he would never be able to get up again.

　The huge body collapsed again. Schneizel gives Isaac a knight's bow and leaves.

To you, O'Brien, I go forth above the great living.

　Not long after that, the army of the Kingdom of Meltor declared its surrender.