Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Meanwhile.

The leaders, who had broken up with John and Joseph and were on their feet to the rear of the airship, were trying to destroy the third bulkhead by counting from where they had left the two.

"Looks like magic is leaking out through this door."

"Finally..."

"Uh, when this is over, we'll go purr in the tavern..."

Two others accidentally lose their words to the words of a soldier called Collins who doesn't read the air.

We're literally here ready to die, so no one thought we could make it back... etc.

So Collins' words seemed a little disturbing to the leader and the other soldier, but...

"... right"

"... in the other world."

We both laughed bitterly and agreed that the word Collins uttered was not the (...) liquor store of this (...) world (...).

"... are you guys ready?

"Ah."

"Me too."

Secure a spherical black magic prop to the door in front of your eyes with a special adhesive adhesive like a bird...

And as they have repeated so many times before, when they hide themselves in the nearby pockets of the hallway... a leader hidden closest to the door exercised fire magic on the magic props of that sphere.

At that moment,

Don!

and thick metal walls that blow up luxuriously, scattering white smoke and door fragments.

As a result, the three nuclear fusion reactors that are the mainframe of air battleship energy have been seen behind that door... not

Quinn...

and it was a room with a turbine hissing around in ultra-high rotation...

... in a room with a turbomolecular pump to keep the nuclear fusion furnace in extreme vacuum.

Can you imagine what kind of room that means when you say that?

In short, it is a room with a repaired pump that caused Girl Energy to stay on this ship.

Or maybe I could say, in the room where her main body is.

"What is this room..."

"It's a sound I've never heard..."

Two soldiers who give their thoughts orally, listening to the treble that echoes inside that room and looking uncommonly at the device inside.

The leader, on the other hand, searches faintly for what he wants...

"... this is it"

Unlike other silver cylinders that reflected light like mirrors, when I stopped in front of a cylinder about 2m high 4m in diameter that was emitting some sort of burnt iron-like black light, I said so satisfactorily.

Apparently, the magic he was feeling is that the cylinder is the source.

I saw the words of such a leader and that cylinder that seemed to be made of black iron,

"That was a long time ago..."

"Is that it..."

and two subordinates each to speak of.

Apparently, they were thinking of dying in battle with the demon god's men... especially because they couldn't deny the sense of shoulder watermark because they didn't even meet someone and easily reached the ship's core and thoughtful place.

I regret only a little of the response to the final confirmation the leader spoke of when boarding the ship... I would say that's how it goes.

But that wasn't the end of their actions.

When the two of them put their hands in a cape that was woven with feathers, they walked straight to the side of the leader, where they took out the black sphere and the adhesive in the tube...

"If we don't at least do this, we won't be floating around later."

"Install more..."

That being said, the explosive was placed in a black metal cylinder.

We want to contribute to the destruction of this ship ourselves... or there's no point in coming this far.

... die here without all the activity like this.

Although the vector is slightly different from 'remorse', mere futile death seemed unforgivable to their pride as guardian ex-angels of this country.

... that's what the three of us have said and done so far... they were going to die here.

Core of floating ship (?) If you destroy it, then what happens afterwards is inevitably a crash, so as long as the ship doesn't escape before it crashes into the ground, it was inevitable that you have to bring your destiny with this ship.

Unfortunately, however, the distance from the outside to here was not such that we could escape in seconds, so the escape before the crash was first and foremost impossible, as long as we could not even use metastatic magic.

Their fate had already been decided at a time when they thought that no matter how hard they tried from the outside, they could only destroy this ship from the inside out.

"... sorry, both of you"

and the leader of how he knew from the outset that destroying the core of this ship and crashing it would also cause the people on board to die.

Before boarding the ship, he said, 'Still okay? "He took confirmation with his men, but he apologized to his companions who were on the spot, perceiving that this was the end of his life.

Then Collins opens his mouth as usual with a small sigh and a bitter smile.

"No, leader. No need to apologize. Actually, there's a few things I've been hiding from you... and if you think about it, there's nothing like dying with you."

"... you, be honest with me before you die about what you did?

And at the end of the period... former angels who start breaking up with each other with pleasure.

But it seems that their... usual play (deflection) has only become a vendetta this time.

The first to notice the anomaly was a soldier who himself watched from the side against the leader and Collins to avoid getting caught up in the exchange between the two because of unspoken hiding.

"... Huh!?

He hurriedly pulled out the sword he was lowering to his hips and immediately stood in front of his body, but...

Gahhhhhh!

Dosha!

When he thought he heard metal bump into each other, he was blown to the corner of the room in an instant... and blew bright red blood out of his whole body like a tomato thrown at the wall, it just stopped moving at all.

Former angels finally notice the anomaly because of that event.

And when they turn their gaze to where their people were until just before, there's...

"... crazy... I didn't mean to blow it..."

A dagger worn out about 50 cm in length and a bright white t-shirt with unintelligible letters, plus a swordsman characterized by a bright black rise of blood vessels all over his body... Victor stood...