Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King



The plan was simple. They were going to sneak over the ridgeline, take out the first group of guards silently, and then bombard the oil rig with the machine gun that Wolfe had brought.

It wasn't a military facility, so Wolfe suspected that this was going to be a massive exercise in overkill, but the locals were very enthusiastic about it, and letting them go wild with a machine gun for a few minutes would help morale much more than a few well-aimed shots with a rifle.

"First, I will give everyone an Armour spell. There are some amulets in the plane, but I will use my own magic to give you one at the same level since there are so many of us going today.

Is that fine by everyone?" Wolfe asked.

"Go ahead. Nobody complains about getting magical armour." Dali chuckled.

The others either nodded or gestured at the Kitsune to show their agreement, and Wolfe created a matching uniform armour for them. It was a simple ghillie suit, shaggy cloth with some sticks and branches in it that matched the grassland down below the cliff that the old castle was on.

"There we go. Now, let's get over there. The armour spell will let you run faster and jump higher, so please do try to keep up so that we don't have to waste a whole day getting there and back."

The beastkin man next to Wolfe laughed.

"I know in the woods you're used to running everywhere, but we have trucks here. It is less suspicious if one of their trucks is passing nearby than a force on foot if they should happen to see us." He explained.

"Good point. The west is more like a swamp, too muddy to easily get the vehicles through in the summer, so I hadn't thought about it. Alright, let's pile in, and we can deal with the oil rig. 

I will take out the first line of scouts as we approach, and then you can stop the truck wherever you want to shoot from and unload on the camp."

It was a simple plan, but they were putting their trust in the Demon to get them safely through this mission, even if the new weapons weren't as amazing as they had been told.

None of them were familiar with the Array that had been enchanted on the bullets, but at least a few of the Demons had the knowledge to be able to read what it should be able to do, assuming that Wolfe had placed it correctly for the purpose.

There was even a road for them to follow once they got a little over a kilometre from the ruins, and the driver deftly maneuvered the large truck onto the double-track path through the grassland while he narrated for Wolfe's benefit.

"This path leads to a regular training area for them, as well as the primary invasion route for their winter migration. We don't spend a lot of time near here due to the danger, but if you're looking to go unnoticed, driving down this road is the way to go." He explained.

After a little over a half hour, they turned off the road and into the hills, where the driver parked in a clearing that had obviously been used many times before, and everyone began to disembark.

"This is the spot. One kilometre east of here, on the other side of the ridge, is the Oil Rig that we're talking about. We will let Dali lead since he's the one who arranged the meeting." The beastkin driver informed Wolfe with a smile.

They were all looking forward to seeing what that machine gun would do and were carrying it reverently between a pair of them while Dali carried the can with the belt of [Cluster Grenade] enchanted ammunition.

Their armour spells blended right in with the long grass as they crouched and ran through up the hill, nearly hiding them from sight even without magic for the purpose.

The lazy scouts who were supposed to be watching for threats weren't even facing the right way when Wolfe carefully snuck over the ridgeline, and both died quickly under the effects of a simple [Wind Blade] to the neck.

"This is you. Set up on a solid spot so that it doesn't shake off target, and you're good to go. I'm assuming you all know how to use it." Wolfe whispered to the village leaders.

"I don't think that there is a person over the age of ten that doesn't at least know a little about how to use the mundane army's weapons. Unlike out west, they're here all year round." One of the men snickered.

Dali gleefully set up the gun on the downslope side of the hill so that he could lay down behind it for maximum control and then gave the others a thumbs up.

"Go ahead, Dali." The man beside him laughed, pleased to see how excited the old Demon was with the situation.

The roar of the heavy machine gun shattered the peaceful air of the morning, and then the [Cluster Grenades] began to explode within the camp, tearing apart the mobile living quarters, the soldiers in the camp and even the metal framing of the rig itself.

It was carnage. Nothing was likely to have survived the thousands of small explosions which tore through the area, and even the vehicles were scorched and flipped on their sides or directly detonated when the rounds hit fuel tanks or munitions stores within them.

"That is beautiful. Someone take a picture. I want to have that framed on my wall." One of the men sighed with happy tears rolling down his face.

Dali didn't stop firing until the entire belt was finished, long after all signs of movement in the camp had ceased.

"Alright, pack it up. It's time to go before the response team gets here," one of the other Demons, a short man with antlers and glowing red eyes, reminded them.

Then the Demon turned to Wolfe. "I apologize for having doubted your skill with Arrays. That was beautiful, and not a single one of them was a dud."

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