When A Mage Revolts
Kubei was just an ordinary pencil and button pusher working a day job, hating his boss and making horrible speeches when one day he fell asleep after pushing an all-nighter. When he woke up, he was bound to a chair, facing three creepy robed women and in a body way too young and way too weak to be his own. As he slowly came to, he realized that he was no longer in the same universe as he was before. He had teleported to the Kingdom of Helius, where an all-powerful church rules its lands and wages war against the elusive group known only as Mages. Armed with an incredibly cocky neural interface that just won’t shut up and his own sheer wit, our MC will find himself not just fighting to survive, but maybe even something bigger than himself.
On the Eve of a Great Battle
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At last, after approximately four hours, the royal army arrived at the empty plains outside the north city gate.
"Worchester is in front."
Seen from afar, the great and mighty army was like a piece of black sail on the yellow ground, looking extremely bright under the fiery sun. They had halted about a mile away from Worchester, and the commanding general, who was leading them on his horse, turned around to nod at Grant as he gave his report in a reverent and respectful manner.
The red and white flags above their heads fluttered in the wind; there were duplicates of crosses embroidered on every one of them.
"The Runic Defense Technique…" Grant, in the long robes of a Pope and sitting on a horse fitted with a silver shaffron, gazed at Worchester. His eyes slowly narrowed.