The Devil’s Evolution Catalog - Chapter 801

Chapter 801: Life as an Instructor (3)

We were now on the seventh day of the training camp, in order words, the second last day.

Thus far, the camp had proven smooth-sailing, and the kids had shown why they were the elite of the elite. From basic piloting to conditioning, it only took a day to reach the desired levels, after which all our time had been spent on combat tactics and combination attacks. Those went well, naturally.

Too well, in fact. An elite had an elites pride, and it was time for a quick wake-up call. I chose the ten strongest students for a mock battle against me. One on ten

Gathered around the training yard, the students watched with excitement in their knights from the outermost ring. In the center was me, riding a newly manufactured knight, which I had taken to calling it the Tin Can. Due to its appearance.

Our magitek armor production hadnt stopped all this while. But the fact that we were in the midst of training the pioneer batch meant that we couldnt take in another batch of students.

Naturally the Tin Cans systems werent as smooth as Wyrms. A stretch and wave of my arms made me realize how much the latency was, but it was still within acceptable parameters.

I beckoned towards the ten students with my arm. Come at me, every one of you. Do not hold back, because I wont.

Having gone through seven days of rigorous training with me, the kid roughly knew what kind of person I was. If I said something, I meant it. But I did not overreact either.

Honestly, in a real battle, even a hundred of these brats wouldnt be enough for a warm up. Yet with their knights, things were a little different.

A magitek knight, using one of these mass-produced magitek armors, was limited in their prowess. Roughly a five-stars power for ordinary pilots. Six, perhaps. If they were ace pilots.

This was common sense. The students knew it, thus they did not think they were at much of a disadvantage. In all likelihood, they couldnt even imagine how they could lose!

Well, if our dear instructor wishes it, a bit of fun shouldnt be a problem.

Having gotten closer, I now realized that Ansom was a lively kid. This nephew of Meister Amori was quite a casual person. Affable. But hes been getting rather mischievous recently

The other nine students were just as eager to join in, though, the first to strike was a student named Tallin.

Tallin had a personality that could only be described as aggressive. He was impulsive, and rather than acting like a dignified magister knight, he was more like a berserker.

Exactly, this might be our only chance to have some skinship with the Instructor. If you guys wont do it, let me!

Thats right!

These brats you guys are getting some extra training later!

Our instructor is definitely strong. Without these knights, it would surely be a loss, but in a fight of magitek armors, the instructors power should be similarly restricted as well. With so many of us, theres no way we can lose!

It was Ansom who rallied his fellow students. While one might have fallen, together they stood a chance. Was what he thought. And it seemed his other students agreed as well.

Thats right, stand strong, everyone!

Together! Defeat the Instructor!

Together!

Bolstered by each other, they immediately rushed towards me like a swarm of bees. No formation to be seen, anywhere.

Thus, the brats were taught a lesson once more

Ten minutes later

Instructor, youre cheating! Everyone here is using the same mass-produced models, so why are you so strong?! Ansom dragged himself out of his knight, hair slightly ruffled and clearly dissatisfied with his showing. Have you been holding out on us?

Exactly!

Didnt I say so already? The first generation of magitek knights have the strength of a six-star, but you must be an expert to achieve that. You guys are merely beginners; not hurting each other on the battlefield would be a miracle. Having said that, I stopped smiling and looked all in the eyes. More importantly, I dont see any teamwork from any of you!