Sixteen, Rampage! The S*M Queen Descending from Heaven

  Sixteen, Rampage! The S*M Queen Descending from Heaven

  All sounds cease

  The moon is dark and the wind is strong

  On the outside of the surface entrance to New Morsbro, on a small hill at the edge of the canyon, a group of suspiciously acting black-clad people emerged one by one from a small hole hidden by bushes under the cover of night. They moved stealthily along the narrow mountain path. Although the leaves had already fallen, the dense thorns and branches still provided enough cover for these people. Until they successfully reached their destination, the elven army camped at the bottom of the canyon did not detect their movements.

  On the mountain top, a paper-made fortress and some cannon models were originally set up, but now they have been restored to cardboard and wooden bars under the bonfire. Several craftsmen are making the final assembly under the guidance of fake genius Aier. The situation on other nearby hills is similar, with craftsmen and soldiers using old mine tunnels to move to the vicinity of each fake fortress and merge with the people who were originally left there. Paper cannons, walls, and dolls made of cowhide paper were dismantled, transported to a suitable location nearby, repainted, and reassembled into black paper airplanes of various shapes and sizes. Since the actual use of these paper airplanes did not require high shape structure requirements, this work did not take too long.

  Over a hundred volunteer mountain hunters scattered in the woods between the mountains, tensely watching for any movement from the Elf Army camp. They were also tasked with sniping enemy scouts and covering their own actions. Although their ambush capabilities remained to be tested, they were already the only unit within the Giant Bear Corps with actual combat experience (albeit against animals). To be on the safe side, Fili asked the Great Druid to utilize his expertise in commanding nocturnal creatures to set up a network of sentries around the Elf Army camp, in case their night raid plan was leaked.

  Although the sound of making paper airplanes on the mountain top came down from time to time, the elf army at the foot of the mountain seemed to have been completely exhausted due to sailing, landing and forced march. Of course, it was also possible that they underestimated the defending troops and were confident in their own camp's defense, so they never sent anyone up the mountain to investigate, probably thinking that the sound was just the normal movement and shift change of the "fortress" defenders.

  As the transport tool was completed, the incendiary bottles that had been stored in advance in the fake fortress were also taken out. The craftsmen hung them under the belly of the plane according to the size and load-bearing capacity of the paper airplane, with different numbers. Next is to put them on the high ground slide rail, waiting for the attack signal, ready to fly towards the enemy camp.

  However, on the small mountain where the black-robed men gathered, the preparations for this night raid had not yet been completed. Under the guidance of the half-elf loli who was skilled in making fakes, the craftsmen and laborers modified a considerable number of paper airplanes to become hang gliders that could carry people, which would be used by the assault team planning to infiltrate the enemy camp from the air.

  It was the bald alchemist commander who, at this time, had to personally take action, using magic potions and transformation techniques to reinforce and harden the skeleton and key parts of the glider's wings, in order to prevent them from disintegrating in mid-air. This was no easy task, and Phil had used up all his spells for the day, as well as more than half of the stored spell slots on his magic terminal, just to barely complete the reinforcement of nearly a hundred gliders.

  "Ah, is that all there is to it?!"

  Despite the freezing cold of winter, a fine layer of sweat had formed on Fili's shaved head. He let out a long white breath and moved his limbs which were sore from using magic at high intensity, asking Aile who was supervising beside him.

  "It's almost done, it should be fine if used just once."

  The half-elf loli reached out and touched the texture of the hang glider's frame, then tapped on it a few times, professionally listening to the sound emitted from it, and finally gave a qualified conclusion.

  After smoothly completing the last hang glider, Ferry finally let out a breath of relief, stood up and looked at the elf military camp site a certain distance away from his feet. It was still quiet there, with only a few points of light flickering in the night wind, allowing people to vaguely see the white tents and simple wooden fences inside the camp. The mountain bag where he was located was temporarily determined as the launch site for the assault team just because it was closest to the elf military camp.

  The enemy seemed to be quiet, and Feili turned around to examine the members of this raid. They were all wearing black robes, their faces hidden by hoods, and in the firelight, it was impossible to make out their expressions. However, judging from the smooth skin exposed through the gaps in their robes, most of them appeared to be young women.

  "Archbishop Isabella," Fili said sincerely to the leader of the assault team, a middle-aged woman wrapped in black robes, "I know this operation is very dangerous, but the lives and deaths of all citizens in the city depend on this battle, everything is entrusted to you!"

  "This is the trial given by God, to devote ourselves to the cause of sublime justice, it is our duty!" The woman raised her head and gazed at Ferri, her eyes filled with a fanatical light. If faith could kill people, all the evil-doers in the world would probably be annihilated under her gaze. It's likely that the enemies below the mountain will also drop their armor due to this extremely lethal gaze.

  For years, the peaceful New Eridoria was not a place to produce brave warriors. Although the arsenal in the city of New Masobu was piled up with all kinds of weapons, it was difficult to find enough users. If those hastily trained new recruits were asked to hide at home and exchange fire with the invaders, they might be able to do so under the pressure of defending their loved ones. However, if they were asked to wear night suits and act as a daredevil squad to launch a surprise attack on an enemy camp with much more troops than their own side, it would be almost as difficult as letting a giant dragon pass through the eye of a needle.

  Fortunately, there were still some people in the new city of Morso Bray who were strongly brainwashed by religion and faith. Fanatics are generally the least afraid of death. After careful consideration, Fili chose the church of the crying lady Aemita from among them.

  This benevolent goddess, who always preaches the need to endure suffering, is often jokingly referred to as a masochist by those in the know. Ametta always tells her followers that only through actively seeking out and enduring pain can one achieve liberation. As a result, her church has become something akin to an S&M club - every day, the pastors of the Church of Ametta use whips, candles, ice blocks, and even branding irons on themselves and their followers as part of their "prayers". They even take to the streets with whips and various "special toys", asking passersby to help them punish themselves.

  This kind of "prayer" that opens up new horizons is absolutely irresistible to some thrill-seekers. Although there are very few ordinary citizens who convert, there are many boring guys who are willing to donate money to the Ameita Church so they can continue to watch this kind of thrilling performance. The Ameita Church also prospers by relying on its increasingly popular S&M performances.

  Going further than the S*M Club, the Ametta Church is utterly powerless against anything related to "justice", especially if it involves risking one's life. They will absolutely be enthusiastic about getting involved. So when Bishop Isabella heard that a daredevil squad was being organized to heroically defeat the evil invaders, she jumped out and firmly expressed her support for this high-difficulty self-challenging nightmare behavior.

  Fili didn't even need to persuade or encourage, the Ameita Church of New Masobu City took action on its own initiative, gathering believers, preparing weapons, scouting routes, and conducting surprise attacks with gliders. The whole process was smooth and efficient, making Fili feel a bit redundant, to the point where he wondered if it would be better to let Archbishop Isabella take command instead.

  Now is the time for this squad of religious fanatics to launch a desperate attack.

  As he gazed into Isabella's eyes, shining with an unworldly light, the alchemist, who had been secretly rejoicing at having finally found a scapegoat, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He shuddered, but continued to speak the words that were expected of him.

  "Your sacrifices will absolutely not be in vain! New Marleybone, and indeed the entire New Sylvania Thirteen States, will thank you for your bravery and daring. Your deeds will forever be etched in the hearts of those whom you have saved..."

  He could say no more, for the expression on the faces of the priests and devout believers before him now looked even more distorted than that of savages, even more frenzied than that of mad warriors. Their faces were filled with a yearning for martyrdom, as if what they were about to face was not death, but a sacred celebration... The followers of Aemita are truly born to be excellent cannon fodder!

  "It is only through hardship that we can possess a noble soul, now let us go and accept God's trial!"

  Isabella stopped speaking, and with a flourish, she raised her electric nine-tailed whip to rally her frenzied subordinates for the final time. The assault team members also held up their own whips in response, and for a moment, the hilltop was filled with flashing whip shadows, causing Fili and several craftsmen to involuntarily shrink back.

  This Electric Nine-Tails Whip is one of the close-range weapons hastily made by Feli for the daredevil squad members. To be strict, it's a modified version of the Pleasure Nine-Tails Whip. It has removed its original healing function and attached a powerful electric force that can be fatal. For the Ameita Church's whip experts, this is quite handy. And those men who received a gentle strike from the Electric Nine-Tails Whip must have had a different aftertaste in their hearts!

  After the pre-war mobilization full of religious significance, the assault team members each crawled into the glider and prepared to jump off the cliff and pounce on the enemy. While Fili and several junior officers observed the enemy situation one last time, confirmed that there was no anomaly, and also issued the attack order.

  "Firebomb ready... launch!"