Against the World II: Transgression
Chapter 14: Turning Point, Part 4
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A blanket of darkness had sealed the skies as Rossia and her total of fifteen thousand troops decided to rest within the territory of the Favilifna Kingdom. They had already teleported once to the outermost garrison of Ekralina warriors. Deporting fifteen thousand people required a mana that was not small. Hence, from there they were forced to run into the Faviflna region.
Tents were quickly set up. Small trenches are made around the tent, just in case the rain suddenly strikes. Illumination is not made much, this is to reduce the luminosity of the light emitted. Soldiers who were in charge of organizing logistics immediately moved quickly to fulfill the task. Rossia wanted them all to rest quickly in order to continue departing faster.
Tomorrow, early in the morning, Rossia and her army will teleport once—trimmed their distance and the destination capital a hundred kilometers more. They will run from there until noon. Rest for a moment, teleport again, and then continue running. By nightfall tomorrow, they would already be within range to launch an attack after teleporting.
To that end, as the soldiers who were about to fight rested, the teleportation user soldiers preceded them to make their next teleportation destination point. They will spend the night there. The reason is, if they do not do it, does not rule out the possibility that the intended teleportation point has been (whether) known. In addition, good preparation makes deportation easier.
Everything has Rossia think and apply well; there are no significant distractions in her efforts to fulfill the given task. Everything went well. Therefore, Rossia let her body crumble on the mat inside the tent located right in the middle of the tent formation of the soldiers.
“...There will be no blocking Favilifna from receiving their punishment.”
...—Etharna, Favilifna Kingdom—...
Xavier and the hairless monkey—who is named fucking Lilithia, who dared to seduce the future god's chosen husband for her—have left Etharna five minutes ago. But Elmira still has not left the front porch of the palace. He was still standing there staring at the flickering stars that were sweeping across the night sky.
“What do you think, Mary?” suddenly the queen asked the necromancer standing beside her. “Do I have to take that low level and cliche step?”
“...For all your sadism and aggressiveness, I don't think you're afraid of rejection. Who would expect someone like you to have such a side.”
Elmira laughs amusedly. “You didn't answer my question,” he said flat as the laughter subsided.
Mary just put her shoulders down. “Do as you please,” he said as he turned around. “Come in. You need rest.”
Elmira returned her pandagan to the sky, before then muttered softly to herself and turned to follow the necromancer.
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In total there were eleven people who were constantly teleporting from one point to another. In one teleportation they slashed a distance of hundreds of meters. So far, from the campsite of their comrades, a total of the eleven soldiers had already teleported more than seventy times. And they still haven't shown any signs of stopping.
However, that is not surprising at all. Teleporting oneself and others had differences in terms of mana consumption. Teleporting another person would eat anywhere two to three times what it would take to teleport oneself. For teleportation users with the usual mana capacity, they could teleport themselves dozens of times until where they exhausted—this course with a teleportation distance record of less than one kilometer.
And, those eleven soldiers were not average deportees. They're Knight Templar teleportation specialists. They had a capacity where three to four times the average teleportation magic user. They had been forced to drain mana by teleporting constantly since childhood. Hence, the repeated teleportation they did was simply not beyond the limits of reasonableness.
They continued to teleport with focus, and they only stopped at the 177th teleportation.
Teleporting continuously that much was certainly exhausting, and it was visible from the roar of their breath. But only that is limited. They can still be more if they want to. Unfortunately, tomorrow they will teleport 15,000 people . They wouldn't be able to do it if they made the teleportation point any further than this.
“About 150 kilometers,” said one of them. “I calculated it correctly.”
The other ten soldiers nodded at their seniors, then simultaneously tapped their bottoms onto the grass covering the ground, sitting looking at their seniors. Meanwhile, the senior himself instantly began to drip his blood making a magic circle. It is in the knowledge of all members of the Knights Templar that blood strengthens magic.
“Do you think we will receive a bonus for this next heavy war?” asked one of them, his eyes glittering at the falling gold coins hugging him.
“Stop it, we weren't told.” One of the others replied. “But in my opinion, if Favilifna succeeds Captain Rossia in control, he will give us a bonus from the cash that the queen has.”
“I agree!” exclaim another soldier. “We know what Captain Rossia is like. I heard from my friend who was placed under his orders, he and his colleagues always get a bonus that is not small when their duties are fulfilled.”
“Heh, then when I come home later I will visit Paradise Brother! I haven't had fun in a long time.”
“Oi, be careful talking! Visiting an illegal prostitution site for members of the Knights Templar. You will be severely punished. At its lightest, you will be made into the conservation guard of that dangerous Magical Beast.”
“Heh, heh, heh, you're too innocent, Sieg! Everything will be safe if no one knows. Really no, Zel?”
“I'm not as jerk as him, Sieg, but he's right. If you know the rules of the game, everything is safe.”
“Oh, really?”
“Of course! Everything will be safe if you ta—” The soldier called Zel suddenly fell silent when he realized the question did not come from Sieg's mouth. Like her, the other soldiers—other than their seniors who were still focused on making magic circle— realized it was not Sieg's voice. The sound came from above them.
“Why suddenly silence?”
The soldiers spontaneously raised their faces, and reflexively stood up and jumped away with widened eyes.
“Imperial Army soldiers! What are you doing—the cloak and the badge! You, are you a Commander?”
“Dia... I know it! He's Twelfth Commander!”
“What is Twelfth Comman—huh…. Oi, that girl is hovering above that…. Don't tell me he's First Commander..”.
The senior who heard the noise of his comrades spontaneously turned his face away, and his reflexes directed his eyes to look at what they were looking at.
The Twelfth Commander sat in the air with both legs crossed, and tens of meters above him floated the First Commander with a cold gaze piercing him.
“TELEPORTATION!” That one verb spoken with such a large volume was what the senior's mouth was capable of shouting.
The ten comrades did not need to be told twice; together they used their teleportation magic.
Unfortunately, their teleportation magic did not work ‒ their bodies suddenly stiffened motionless, even just to speak they could not.