A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Kenmei Isayama leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, and he was wearing a sharp black suit.

"But these people really don't care about spending taxpayers' money."

"Haha, Xiao Ming, of course."

A blond, short-haired man in a black suit leaned against the wall not far from Kenmei Isayama, his wide grin extremely terrifying and ferocious.

Because a large area of ​​muscle tissue on his right cheek near his mouth had disappeared, his gums and teeth were exposed.

This middle-aged man is Nobuyuki Kiyono, one of the members of the group that Kenmei Isayama joined as a "part-time worker".

"After all, unlike us who are self-taught, they are a regular army."

Just look at the brand-new, super-large 4K screen in front of Kenmei Isayama; it's clearly very expensive. And then there are the staff members, dressed in uniform, sitting at their computers with serious expressions.

On the big screen, it looked like a demonstration—no, it looked like a show of force—a live broadcast of the mobilization and deployment of military forces at a certain Japanese military base.

The base was illuminated by bright white lights, making it as bright as day. A large group of fully armed soldiers carrying the latest weapons were assembling.

Behind them, serving as a backdrop, were three Black Hawk attack helicopters and two Chinook transport planes, all of which were fully armed, their massive propellers whistling sharply as they fanned the air at high speed.

The soldiers were boarding the helicopter in an orderly fashion, looking solemn as if they were about to head to the battlefield.

The grim atmosphere emanating from the screen instilled a sense of urgency in the staff inside the command center, who were constantly monitoring changes on the ground and were prepared to be notified immediately of any shifts.

Compared to the busy people in the operations command, Kenmei Isayama and his group, who had nothing to do, seemed out of place.

"Mr. Akutabe, what exactly do they mean? They're leaving us here, completely ignoring us."

Even with his calm demeanor, Isayama Kenmei was getting impatient after being left hanging for so long. He asked Mr. Akutabe, who had just called in from outside the door.

The man in the black coat and black tie is Mr. Akutabe, a fierce yet somewhat dashing middle-aged man.

He is burly, with a gruesome scar running across his entire left cheek. The laceration looks like the work of a large wild animal such as a black bear. He is currently completely blind in his left eye.

Apart from Kenmei Isayama, who is handsome and has all his limbs intact, the other members of this eight-member group are all over 40 years old on average and have varying degrees of limb loss.

Each person was surrounded by malice that even the cursed spirits feared, their killing intent palpable, and their numerous scars were enough to inspire dread just by looking at them.

No wonder some students thought Isayama Kenmei was involved in organized crime when they saw him walking with them. But Isayama Kenmei, who knew their true identities, felt only admiration and respect.

"The orders from above."

Upon hearing Kenmei Isayama's question, Mr. Akutabe took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, took a drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke before speaking.

"Just wait and see what happens."

This remark also annoyed the other members, who all cursed.

“Those old fogies up there are really getting more and more obsessed with themselves as they get older; they still haven’t finished negotiating with the government after all this time.”

"Are we just supposed to wait here like this? Getting ignored by these bastards?"

The speaker was Mr. Ishihara, a fiery-red man wielding a giant hammer. His personality was as fiery as the sun; his muscular, bronze skin was covered in terrifying magical energy, and he was muttering curses under his breath.

"Go to hell with those upper-class folks."

Mr. Kiyono and Mr. Iwata with the bald head. These guys all have fiery tempers, they're easily provoked, how could they possibly stay here obediently just because of a word from above?

Mr. Akutabe, however, turned a blind eye to his members' rampage, looking out the window and smoking as if in tacit approval.

Upon hearing this news and hearing the sounds of various weapons being drawn, Kenmei Isayama stopped leaning against the wall.

Everything else was irrelevant to Kenmei Isayama; all he cared about were the points, and he wouldn't gain any points by staying here.

Seemingly sensing that things were not going well, the person in charge of the command post finally arrived, as the group of irritable men here were hurling insults with extremely high levels of profanity.

"I apologize to all the guests from the Sorcerer's Guild for keeping you waiting."

A middle-aged man in a somewhat bulky military uniform stepped forward. Judging from his shoulder insignia, he was of a high rank, holding the rank of Lieutenant General in the Ministry of Defense.

"I am Kazuo Mafune. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The lieutenant general extended his hand to shake hands as a gesture of goodwill, but none of the men paid him any attention. He was about to get angry when he suddenly remembered that his small frame might not be strong enough to withstand a single punch from one of them.

So Kazuo Mafune said with a forced smile

"I apologize for the delays caused by the fact that this is our Ministry of Defense's first operation as the Supernatural Countermeasures Headquarters."

"Stop talking nonsense, why did you call us here?"

Ishihara's thick arm, gripping the giant hammer, was taut with muscles as hard as a rock, and veins bulged like dragons. His eyes were fixed on the army lieutenant general who was representing the Ministry of Defense's Supernatural Countermeasures Headquarters for negotiations, as if he would smash him into mincemeat if the answer was not satisfactory.

"Is such that."

Kazuo Mafune wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said with difficulty.

"There is an ironclad rule in the world of sorcery: only sorcery power can kill a sorcery spirit."

"But I would like to invite the renowned 'Scavenger' group from the Spellcaster Association to witness how we use the power of science to eliminate cursed spirits."

"Of course, it would be best if you could offer some guidance."

The "Scavengers" are a special squad belonging to the Spellcaster Association, and most of their members are Level 1 Spellcasters (former).

They were relegated to the second line because they suffered various serious injuries in the battle against the cursed spirits and were deemed unable to continue fighting on the front line.

Its main responsibilities include eliminating cursed spirits below level two, conducting level assessments of high-level cursed spirit incidents (level two and above) and reporting them to the Cursed Spellcaster Association (it does not participate in the direct elimination of cursed spirits), as well as cleaning up cursed spirit residues afterward.

It could be considered that he was still putting his remaining energy to good use. Isayama Kenmei followed this group of "semi-retired" uncles and collected the points from the cursed spirits they killed.

Chapter 16 What Human Power Cannot Achieve

Cursed spirits possess the unique characteristics of being "invisible" and "intangible," and they only manifest a physical form when they use their cursed power to attack humans.

When not using spell power, even if a spell spirit is attached to a human, it cannot be detected.

This means that firearms are completely ineffective, and human bullets and cannons have no effect on them.

Therefore, the association, composed entirely of sorcerers and possessing the ability to kill cursed spirits, is humanity's last lifeline.

This is how sorcerers established their transcendent status in human society.

As early as a thousand years ago, sorcerers were guests of honor of Japanese nobles, shoguns, and even the imperial family. Today, the Sorcerer Association has become a behemoth.

They possess a significant degree of autonomy and criminal immunity; only the Sorcerer's Guild can prosecute sorcerers! Human laws are completely ineffective in their jurisdiction.

Some extreme sorcerers even consider themselves superior and regard ordinary people who cannot use sorcery as the lowest-level "monkeys".

Although the Sorcerer's Guild is also protecting humanity, public order has been destroyed by some sorcerers with ulterior motives.

In recent years, the Japanese government's tolerance for it has been decreasing.

Thus, the Ministry of Defense's Supernatural Countermeasures Headquarters was established, dedicated to using science to study terrifying cursed spirits and cursed power.

Today, it has finally become a reality, and the "Scavenger," who specializes in evaluating high-level cursed spirits in the Spellcaster Association, was even there to witness the ceremony.

"Scientific methods for exorcising cursed spirits?"

Kenmei Isayama was shocked. He thought he had already done something amazing by using psychic energy to exorcise cursed spirits, but now these guys had come up with a scientific way to exorcise cursed spirits.

Two other Black Hawk helicopters, each carrying an eight-person "Scavenger" team, hovered in the sky, also arriving at this battlefield ravaged by cursed spirits.

This was Mr. Akutabe's request; he needed to see firsthand how the Ministry of Defense attacked the cursed spirits so that he could make the most professional assessment and recommendations to report to the Cursed Spellcaster Association.

So Kenmei Isayama boarded an armed helicopter for the first time, on official business.

Mr. Akutabe and his team didn't need headsets to block out helicopter noise or night vision binoculars, because these experienced curse hunters were already highly skilled in using curse power and could handle everything with it.

However, Kenmei Isayama still needed night vision goggles. Noise could be covered up with his psionic energy, but his eyesight was still haunted by Chitanda Eru. Without complete confidence, Kenmei Isayama dared not use his psionic energy to see other objects.

The night vision goggles that the staff gave Kenmei Isayama had a small LCD panel on them. With this, even ordinary people could see the cursed spirits.

Kenmei Isayama tried it and it worked. A bird-shaped cursed spirit had just flown past the helicopter; it was just a rough outline, but the cursed spirit's terrifying, distorted face was not visible. This provided a great deal of protection for the mental well-being of ordinary soldiers. Not everyone could remain unmoved like Kenmei Isayama in the face of tentacles with huge eyeballs.

"Has the firefight begun?"

Kenmei Isayama looked at the ground through his binoculars. Two Chinook transport planes were already parked on the overpass, and dozens of soldiers quickly formed a neat line, with those holding riot shields at the front.

The lights on the overpass were paralyzed by the dense magical energy all around, with only occasional flashes of electricity providing dim illumination.

"coming!"

Kenmei Isayama's eyes narrowed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" X10

The next second, all 10 trucks used as roadblocks and to block the cursed spirits were overturned in an instant, thrown high into the sky, and then crashed heavily onto the ground road under the overpass. For a moment, flames soared into the sky, explosions and ground tremors were like a natural disaster.

It was as if some unseen legion was rushing menacingly towards the soldiers from afar, leaving dents in the road as they drew ever closer!

"Don't panic!"

Sensing the soldiers' fear, the on-site commander roared.

"Just like in training, fire!!!"

Their opponents were hundreds of level-three cursed spirits. These were real cursed spirits, not the low-level ones that Kenmei Isayama killed at the academy.

"Top, top, top."

... "

The sparks shooting from the gun barrels were dazzling. Forty soldiers fired simultaneously, and the hot metal cartridge cases that ejected from the magazines jingled and fell to the ground with a pleasant sound.

"It actually works."

In Isayama Kenmei's sight, those cursed spirits that looked like lickers, lying on their limbs on the ground, were hit by countless bullets. Their armor, which was covered by cursed power, lasted for less than a second before their heads were smashed to pieces, and their limbs and torsos were shattered into countless fragments.

It looked like a massacre; hundreds of cursed spirits were annihilated in less than two minutes in the face of the deadly metal horde.

"Report: The enemy is completely silent."

It went so smoothly it was almost unbelievable.

Upon hearing the inspiring news from Special Operations Team One, thunderous applause erupted in the command center.

This is a great step forward for humanity in its fight against cursed spirits!

"How about the strength of our Ministry of Defense!"

Kazuo Mafune, sitting in the main seat of the command post, revealed a smug smile.

“We can protect ourselves even without you sorcerers.”

"What's this."