Weltkrieg: A Youjo Senki Fic

He skillfully ducts under a heavy rain of AA barrage down below. The Francois has entrenched deep inside their territory, he wonders when the Francois has become this clever.

The war was not technically a war, it has been going for months and only a few skirmishes have been conducted by both sides. Until hell loses on the Norden, He heard this bit piece of information before taking off his flight mages to the battlefield.

Their strike has been quick, with a little warning they charge like madmen about to lose his head. Francois soldier is cowards by nature and mostly the upper echelon compromised of veterans who trained with swords instead of the modern firearms, which make them conservative by nature.

They think by hastily conscripting farmers and baker they thought they could make a fine army matching to the Empire trained division. What a joke.

Still, the situation is dire as how much I wanted to crush the Empire enemies under my boots the situation will grow desperate than ever.

The intelligence bureau should have at least caught a whiff of their plan. Francois has never been better in hiding their stuff.

This is no ordinary case.

An outside interference could be work at here, he narrowed his eyes as another wave of AA came his way then predicting its course with the help of the computation orbs he could make a minimal movement on the air without compromising his Mana barrier to the enemy fires.

His mages have been on the further backline of the Francois since the beginning of the battle, causing havoc to the enemy support and supply.

They only a handful of man, with quick and precision they could destroy most of more the squishy yet valuable target, in order the conserve their mana reserves to last throughout the battle.

He caught the sight of the Empire frontline trenches, a vast network of lines connecting the second network line trenches where the command post located. Then the last line containing the headquarters where supply, new conscript, and order from the high command received.

Francois almost overrun the 2nd battalion bunker, and emplacement. Their light tank constantly fired their rubber bullet bouncing off the newest developed empire tank the Panzer IV.

Though the panzer was proved ineffective against the Francois mages, they were riding such ridiculous design of "iron horses" using Plate armor that makes them one of the slowest mages in contrast of Empire mages doctrine who favor mobility and lightning strike, though Francois's defense shouldn't be scoffed off either.

We occasionally snipe the enemy tank, blowing them into an unrecognizable molten husk. I throw away my scope as I sensing a show of bullet behind me, a Francois mage.

They must think highly of themselves, splintering their forces apart. Mages may omnipotent, but they just a mere flying paper when facing other mages, we never work in one but at least a group or a pair.

I judge then I assess, they're a much greater threat to the soldier below if left unchecked, so I mused myself with him.

In this battlefield where smokes rise like it was in the middle of Industrial district, his red plume attached to the knight helmet he wore fluttering about on the wind.

I should bless whoever thought of putting such flashing colors on the mage, they soon become our favorite target to our enhanced bullets.

"Violet, Fish and hook maneuver." I transmitted a radio wave to her, with silent confirmation she breaks off of our flight path before I lunched a smokescreen.

Her flight covered and she went to the sky up above as I turned away and face the charging mage.

With me dodging and evading a hail of mana infused bullets, my bayonet attached as I tried to melee him.

One of the rules of Empire mages, never engage with Francois knight mages in direct combat, it will leave your bodies riddled with a hole made by swords.

Yet, this is war. The best rule is no rule, as long as your enemy bodies were strewn about lifelessly beneath your boot.

I swiftly stepped aside as he tried to hack me with a barrage of a sword, I parried one of his attack with my trusted rifles. Steel met steel as sparks grew on our exchange. Oblivious of the war outside we keep the stance on a stalemate until one of us has run out of mana, though to my musing I never deployed any magical formula other than the flight magic.

With a parry, I backed away before my bayonet broke under the sheer might of the mage swings, it was like an eternity but it never reached a full minute.

As I charge in reckless suicide, then with careful timing I ducked under his swing, flexing my lower with the assistance of magic I managed to kick him off his horse before breaking off until a spray of blood showered my face.

The plan was easy. I distracted him enough until he forgot the existence of my other teammates, Violet.

With the smokescreen earlier, she activated a stealth formula before breaking off the sky above. As she watched our exchange up above She would deactivate her flight formula, effectively masked her mana signatures so she could strike hard with a charged bullet and bayonet splitting the armored mage in two.

Normally such maneuver was almost impossible if the enemies were in a group or the situation wasn't chaotic as this. Adrenaline could be two-edged blades, it could enhance your fighting sense but dulled another as your focus was much more easily manipulated.

With our uniform caked in blood, we proceed to assist the army below.

"This is Blackbird mage squadron to the Hase Battalion. We've come over and ready to save your a.s.s, point your finger where we need to strike." A little joke could save a brain synapse or two.

"Thank god! This is Hase Battalion, you know we've grown desperate here, do anything to stop the bread loving bastard and guide them to hell where they will be forced to eat cake!" That's a tall order I thought, but this was expected.

We took a sniping position up above. Predicting the best flight courses so we could effectively bomb the Francois below.

Something broke my sight.

The Computation orb glowed slightly, I searched it causes.

A grin formed on my face seems the perpetrator has been found.

They tried to observe the battle, but they tried too much, hacking my mana signatures was nothing more than a death sentence as I could track anyone who attempted to do so.

I took my choices, support the army below or gain new intelligence and information for this bizarre Francois assault.

A transmission reached as it broke my musing. I almost broke the computation orb as I clutched to it tightly.

No, it seems they failed. Hans, Karl, they were a good man. Most people wouldn't accept our stances as child soldier, some scoffed, some with eyes of pity, but never them. They see us as comrades, I gritted my teeth before fixing my gaze again.

F'ck Francois! I will kill them all before dealing with the intruder!

I wonder when the exact time I develop emotion once more, I looked up the sky then to the earth below.

But I never regret every action I took, I embraced them.

"Violet," I said without a hint of emotion, "I'll enact the heaven falls." Her emotionless blue eyes grew slightly at my statement, a bit of concern mixed.

But it was soon all disappeared with a hardened gaze matching mine, she nodded.

"Herr Kommandant, do you still have unused field artillery?" I asked through the radio.

"Ja! We've burned our supplies long ago. You could find it behind our line." Good.

We set our course to the artillery, as I descended upon the sight of Empire terrifying beast of 220mm howitzer, now lay dead without its flame of ammunition. Some soldiers, with an entrenched machine gun, tried to squat off the charging Francois.

"To all empire personnel out in the field, find a cover and closed your eyes, the judgment has been passed." I broadcasted to every channel the empire used.

A radio transmission almost reached me before I throw the piece of metal away.

Violet still flew above me, her eyes shifted into iridescent gold, while mine turn red blood as I touch the 171-inch barrel.

Violet deployed her observation formula, providing me with information about the enemies layout, spread, number, and location. I closed my eyes as I chanted my spell, normally mages didn't need to chant their spell due to the effectiveness of the computation orb.

alles lösen.

The world transcended to silence for me.

But it was necessary to improve my images of the spell, like a warm liquid the mana flew towards the cannon. With a line like a snake snared its prey, it made the barrel glow in blue as I enchanted the 220mm round inside.

Evaluating the spell I made.

Judging the amount of mana needed.

Compromising and change the basic structure for accommodation.

Enact the infusion of force and magical energies inside the round.

Stabilizing the volatile matter encased it in a powerful mana shield barrier.

Spell completed, I opened my eyes as red liquid pours from both sockets. My feet trembling, tried to force me to lie down on the cold ground below, yet I bit my lips as another warm liquid flowed from it.

Perseverance is the key, the Francois needs to die.

The cannon roared in bluish electrical charge as it playfully slithering about my hand.

With a mutter, the barrel grew in blue as it roared in mighty thunder, spelling its content to the world outside for the first and the last time.

"Heaven Falls!" I shouted with the last of my energies left as I tumbled down to the cold dirt mud below.

The world silenced into the darkness for me.

Unknown to the boy, the world watched as the battlefield bathed in the heavenly light.

Father, son, soldier, conscript, enemies and allies alike gazed from afar stupefied to the light.

It branched off the heaven above, without a blink, it rained upon the earth below.

In an instant, it brings the hail of its wrath below.

Scream and cries joined in the symphony of chaos as the rain of light never stopped. Like a meteor, it pounded the ground six feet under, burrowing every last of the Francois soldier.

Escape was futile for the judgment has come, like a furious storm, none can escape for it was not a tragedy but a promise.

Echoes of the death triumph the scream, as Empire soldiers hardened their gaze on the burning soldier in front of them.

The light never burned the Empire and shall never be, only elation that the enemies have been stopped for now.

The trumpet of war has been sung, the choir will tell the dark time ahead.

The same side of the coin, the boy was a demon for the Francois.

For the Empire, it marks the day where their finest leader was born.

The Crimson Paladin, carve their path to salvation.

The doll Goddess, illuminate the path beyond.

The silver wing, bring the hammer of justice upon.

The dragon witch shall burn their enemies aground.

Soon all shall pray under their guidance.

Hail to the Fatherland, Woe to his enemies.

The path to victory just has begun.