Fully utilizing the mobility of the flying detachment from the
Independent Magic-Equipped Battalion, they swept to the rear of the
enemy forces engaging the volunteer forces and outflanked them.
Only 40 soldiers were committed to the front, which was only the size
of a small company, but the movement speed of troops that defied
conventional wisdom practically multiplied their numbers 2 to 3
times.
Also, there was no need to worry about casualties.
The pitch black armor that they wore — the Mobile Suit, prided itself
in its bulletproof properties.
In addition, all troops in combat were highly capable Magicians, so
their magic defenses from interference strength were also solid.
Even so, they couldn't block everything the enemy threw at them.
Personal armor brought along its own weight limitations no matter
what, and when compared with the armor on tanks or combat vessels,
there was plainly going to be a durability difference.
Hence some of them occasionally took hits.
Or were injured in explosions.
Sometimes their torso or abdomen was shot through.
However, so long as they did not die instantly they could not be
stopped. Soldiers who fell in a pool of blood because of enemy fire
would get back to their feet in the next instant as if nothing had
happened.
There was no sign of injury on their bodies, nor were there bloodstains
on their equipment. Not only that, there weren't even holes in their
armor.
The tall soldier dual-wielding silver CADs pulled the trigger of the
CAD in his left hand and the fallen soldiers would recover.
Released from the clutches of death, the soldiers attacked like Asura
made flesh.
The invading troops could not believe their eyes.
They plainly dealt fatal damage, but that truth no longer existed.
They even suspected if they were daydreaming, or in the vilest of
nightmares.
Their sense of reality was being eroded by the cause and effect
relationship they beheld with their eyes.
The left hand holding the silver CAD was reviving the soldiers in
black — even though they had no idea what was going on, all of the
invading troops instinctively aimed their weapons at the soldier
wielding the silver CAD.
However, not one shot struck their mark.
Bullets and shrapnel dissipated like mist in the air.
Anything that the right hand pointed at faded away into dust.
— Divine Left —
Soldiers on the brink of death would revive when the left hand fell
upon them.
— Demon Right —
Man and machine faded into oblivion before that right hand.
Three years ago, soldiers from Hong Kong used English phrases to get
around the gag order from above. Today, that term spread like wildfire
through the invading forces.
— Mahesvara! —
Their morale drowned in a rising tide of horror.