Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Small grains of light in various colors......

It is a light magic particle that has been reduced to the extreme using an algorithm developed by Cortex.

It dances through the universe in large numbers, shaping statues in some way... there was a tempo in such a space.

And a massively floating statue of the human form - in front of a three-dimensional monitor projecting the appearance of countless soldiers, the tempo declared war was...

"… 2300 o'clock, prototype 1, operational action initiated"

Not addressed to anyone, but squealed so.

At that moment, particles of light, in addition to 3D monitors, shaped a large number of square monitors.

The information displayed therein is the actuator temperature, operating efficiency, residual magic/power, load state, etc. … so-called, a list of machine statuses.

Tempo, who doesn't sleep as well as Waltz, was finding time and secretly developing it... the status of his own 'manoeuvre armor'.

"I'm not armed yet, so I just have to hit you...... Do you want to blow it off with a shock wave for now"

When Tempo squeals so, he sends a command to manoeuvre armor via a cable that stretches out of the shadow of his own ear.

The content of the directive was' forward '.

But that seems to have been a slightly problematic directive for the actuator of the motorised armor of the prototype that has not been made… specifically for the control system of the actuator moving the legs.

I would have to run down the actuator's control gain without a certain amount of time, as if I were used to it, but sometimes her manoeuvre armor won't last long...

Dogowong!!

... the gain was still too high and the output seemed a little too high.

As a result, tempo manoeuvre armor advances at tremendous acceleration.

Still, was there nothing like a tempo inside the machine that remained upright and disfigured because simple gravity control and the potential of her own movement forced her to offset the acceleration?

"Again, you still don't have enough parameter poking..."

With that said, a tempo that looks at the status of millions of actuators' coordinated control systems.

But that's a flash, too.

Immediately turning her attention back to the 3-D monitor, she realizes that there is less noise on the hundreds of wounded figures that show up there with the countless soldiers...

As a result, she turned up and released her words toward the ceiling at the top of the fuselage where no one was supposed to be

"... Potentia? Due to thick clouds, the observation system seems to be causing errors. Could you drop the altitude a little bit?

Then the voice of Potentia, a boy from a collection of micromachines now shaping a black aerial battleship, returns via a wireless communication system.

'But, Mother. Lowering altitude any further could be seen by an unspecified number of people. Are you sure?

"You don't have to worry about it, Potentia. Now that the moon is sinking, your appearance should already be hard to see in people's eyes. As long as it drifts in the clouds, no one will ever notice."

"I understand."

It wasn't long after he finished saying that.

Gogogogogogogogo......

No sound was heard, but slowly from the other side of the thick clouds drifting through the dark night sky, a dark shade appeared over 300 m long.

As a result,

"... sounds good"

The noise seems to have disappeared from the 3D monitor that Tempo was looking at, so that people can clearly recognize themselves.

I guess the cameras and radars that were mounted on the potentia could no longer be blocked by cloud moisture molecules and send clear vision to tempo motorized armor.

A 3D monitor with such a blend of science and magic seemed to be more than just a creation to bring people up.

On the head of each person shown there was somehow a green or yellow or red gauge… it was like an HP gauge displaying residual health.

Seeing that, Tempo shrugs.

"... it looks like there aren't any dead yet"

It was a visualization of the damage assessment system she made.

The damage a person takes is calculated for each area of the body and quantified and displayed.

It was, and it didn't seem to be able to handle even personal differences, so I was calculating the numbers uniformly.

Perhaps if you used that system to peek at Atlas being abused by Cortex... his gauge, through bright red, is turning black.

Then she turned to the front of the manoeuvre armor toward a particularly green spot in the view she was seeing.

"... Won't you fill the load table for control soon..."

sigh with no expression while saying,

Dogowo!!

Again, they began to push big output.

And on the spot, they started creating massive numbers of injured people.

The figure was also visible from the eyes of the maid braves, who had looked at the battlefield from afar.

"... what is it, that disastrous object..."

Sometimes I see it for the first time, or the brave man who frowns when he sees a shadowy object dissolving in its darkness.

Then he glanced at the null next door and then grumbled about this.

"... you don't seem like a new demon king"

"Hey, brave man! If you have something to say to me, let me get this straight!

Null outraged that the brave man even felt somewhat ridiculed for only looking at himself for a moment and then whining.

But she wondered whether the boulder would compare herself to the object in front of her, and she never pulled out her sword.

You guessed it, and the brave man opened his mouth again so that he could fool her.

"I just wondered... if that black object was the Demon King... what the hell is a brave man destined to defeat it? What do you think of Null? What if I heard it was a brave man..."

"... don't despair"

"... so am I."

and null with brave men who share their thoughts with each other and look in line at their black shadows.

Julia, who watched those two from behind, said this with a bitter smile.

"Something... peaceful"

""... Yes?

Null with a brave man who doesn't know where the hell to look, and doesn't know how people's blowing sights look peaceful, and unwittingly listens back.

Then Julia, who sensed that something was about to be mistaken by the two of them, hastily began to supplement her words.

"Uh, not talking about those people, but here's the brave and null... I mean, it's peaceful to have the demon king and watch the same sights side by side..."

Her words like that...... but they couldn't seem to dispel the confusion between the two.

"Julia...... You seem to have plenty of room, don't you?

"Right...... Such a monster is rampant..."

and null and brave men who speak with eyebrows.

They both seemed worried because they didn't know who the visible object was or when the spearhead of that monster would be directed at them.

Julia, who guessed it, opened her mouth again with a troubled look on her face.

"What? That's tempo's manoeuvre armor..."

"... I'm sorry, Julia. I'm not sure what you're talking about..."

"So it's tempo's manoeuvre armor. There's a tempo in there, just ravaging the soldiers on the other side."

But even after hearing that explanation, I'm not sure how null it looks.

By contrast, the brave ones appeared to have a hazy look because they knew about Waltz's manoeuvring armor.

But Null soon, too, heard the name 'Tempo',

"Are you tempo...... If you're a respected teacher, you're going to feel like an ant for everything..."

He seems to have succeeded in convincing himself somehow.

"Uh... I'm just glad I was convinced for now... (I feel like something different... well, that's good!

And, to the null of how she understood the situation, Julia gave a relief look... that was the time.

Dogowong!!

And a great pillar of fire went up on the battlefield.

Feeling its sound and light, the three of you hurriedly turn your gaze towards you.

Then there...... tempo manoeuvre armor seemed to be burning up as the brilliant blue and white firepowder was raised......