They were too far away for me to get a close look, but the group of queerats near the rocks were the most extremely morphed out of all the ones I’ve see so far. The tree fighters and mole troop didn’t even compare. They were huge; around three meters tall, with unbelievably long torsos that stretched and shrank like accordions and enormous muscled arms thicker than their bodies…
The ten members of the catapult troop working in tandem could throw a rock weighing hundreds of kilograms over a hundred and fifty meters into the air. Of course, I didn’t learn about this, or that they were called the catapult troop, until a long time later.
“Using cantus to wipe out the armored troop will take a long time. During that time, the archers and catapults will be firing, so we’ll have no choice but to block them. Then our position will be revealed and gradually the attacks will become more focused. In the end, we won’t have the time to attack and it’ll become a defensive fight for us.” Satoru sighed. “Actually, that’s not all. …something’s been weird for a while now.”
Satoru lowered his voice so that Squealer couldn’t hear. “It’s probably just because I’m tired, but I’m having a hard time concentrating. I can’t form an image properly.”
That was the worst. I looked up to the sky.
“Then, you can’t use your cantus anymore?”
“No, I can, but I’m at a disadvantage facing such a huge troop all at once.”
I knew that we should have run away after defeating the poison gas group on the hill. At that time, Satoru would have had enough energy left to beat the enemies that came after us. We could have escaped. But swayed by Squealer’s words and drunk on his victory, Satoru lost his powers of judgment. He shouldn’t keep sacrificing himself.
But there’s no use regretting something that’s already happened. Now, the only way to stay alive was to use our brains.
At some point, Squealer had sidled up beside us. He called out to us with a concerned expression.