Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Malin Gaiate led troops for the first time, commanding the Sydney Union’s twelve national defense army battalions and a Guards Army division to crush a large Black Orc Tide of the Dead outside the walls of Nobel City. Within a single day, the news of beheading forty thousand and capturing four thousand Black Orcs spread throughout the entire Western Human World.

No matter how the mortal nations speculated and marveled, the Church of the Harvest Goddess was the first to react; Malin Gaiate was appointed to the position of red-robed Bishop of Carterburg and received the Church’s Medal of Honor. At the same time, he was granted a Pastoral Staff—one of the highest honors of the Church of the Harvest Goddess. The bearer of the Pastoral Staff could directly meet the Primate, summon the local Church’s Protectorate Army, and outrank a civilian Bishop by one level.

Then, the decree from the Church of Justice followed: Malin Gaiate was awarded the Honor Champion of Justice Medal. This too was a weighty decoration, signifying that Malin could meet with the local leaders of the Church of Justice as an equal, receive aid from the Church of Justice everywhere he went, and summons no more than a small team of Paladins.

At the same time, the sacred decree of the Church of the War God also arrived before Malin—the Honor War God Champion Medal, equally substantial as the Champion of Justice Medal. Old Master almost seemed too delighted to conceal it, but in the end, he managed to control his joy. Malin felt a bit embarrassed by this, but he imagined that the medals and decorations would perhaps be of some help to him in the future.

The unanimous statements of the three major Churches swept away all doubts, and nations began to contact the Sydney Union. Some wanted to visit the battlefield, some sought to understand what kind of weapon could achieve a horrific casualty ratio of 2000 to 1, and of course, they wanted to meet Lord Malin himself—achieving such results could easily warrant his sainthood.

As for Malin, he was entirely indifferent—during yesterday’s battle, he had operated on multiple fronts, assisting Jason with artillery coordinates, correcting the trajectory of the machine gun teams, and even adjusting the firearm sights of the soldiers in the rear.

Playing the roles of both father and mother, commanding like a committee chair—only stopping short of calling out for the machine gun team to advance fifty meters.

Certainly, as for the outcome, Malin had achieved a great victory, with most of the casualties resulting from lowered vigilance during the Black Orcs’ final desperate counterattacks.

Yet overall, with less than a hundred casualties, this record completely surpassed all historical records. Thus, when the battle ended, Malin could sense the worry on the faces of the national defense army commanders—indeed, having achieved such a miraculous exchange ratio in his first command, nearly every intelligent person could feel that Malin had now firmly seized the initiative. If Malin were to turn against them at this moment, almost every nation and organization in the Western Human World would rally to his side, outdoing each other in offering up their most excellent daughters.