Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Damn... this is why I don't like zombies!

"I can't believe he likes to fight zombie opponents. He's not here!

"Hey, you guys! Don't slap me in the mouth for nothing, move your hands properly!

A ~......

W ~......

Inside the brightness of the sun's sight, the zombies didn't quite represent themselves.

But all the knights who were pointing their weapons in the dark at them, who came out as soon as it was dark, had a uniform, unpleasant look on their faces.

How many guilty consciousness were they when they had to point their weapons at the zombies who would have been good townspeople to protect them...

That, about the burden on my mind, would be unimaginable.

Such a fold.

Regular contact flies to the payment radio they had, which will be several times since entering town.

"This is HQ. Foxtrot team, report the situation. '

He was in command of a zombie sweep operation, from a temporary Operations Command headquarters.

After all, the military organization built by their substantial commander-in-chief, Atlas, seems oddly modernized compared to the rest of the armies in this world.

Then, in response to the HQ that has asked to be contacted, the leader and thinkers of that unit use a magic radio like a square box attached to a backpack on their back and respond.

"This is Foxtrot Leader. This battlefield is... hell as usual. Zombies come up to kill or not, and this rotten smell...... can you do anything about it?

'Stop snorting, Foxtrot Leader. I can only answer that from me. Is there any other difference?

"Oh. It's just... unexpectedly there are a lot of zombies and there's no guarantee that we can travel to our target point by time. Wouldn't the bride run away, even if she were to be at the party somewhat late?

"Don't worry. There is no bride waiting for you. So even if I'm slightly behind...... no, there won't be a problem if I can't come at worst. Over '

"Whoa..."

And communication from HQ, which cuts off relentlessly.

As a leader, he wanted to return even one of his complaints to a correspondent at HQ, but he couldn't communicate for personal use, and he seemed to have nothing else to be bored with.

"Damn it, he... Keep me in sync, keep me on track..."

"Well, well, leader. He's a former nobleman in the second class... so if you don't watch your language, you'll be moved left, right?

"Ha..."

and with a big sigh, an invisible stress, a troop leader spitting out of his mouth.

But his depression seems to have had to be interrupted there.

A ~

Uh-oh.

A ~

From their perspective, several zombies appeared at a time from an alley that was a close distance away.

"I'm so hungry..."

"I just have to do it.... Here!

Zdwong!!

and subordinate 1 who swings the Great Sword straight down from the head of the zombie.

"Right... duh!

Bhun...... zdwong!!

Even though there were times when the scheduled schedule was delayed, and the leader quickly regained his mind, he swung the strangely blade-width spear in his hand and flew the zombie's neck (ha) with that momentum.

… but.

W ~......

A ~......

The zombies didn't stop the move when they said that the neck to bottom looked like a fish that failed to grate three sheets, no longer toddled the prototype, or was blown up from the neck.

It was a common zombie trait in this world.

Creatures that have ceased life activity, when certain conditions overlap, undead and demons like zombies and skeletons (?), but once that's what it looks like, it's literally the 'undead' itself.

It would not have stopped the movement unless it had been burned and ashed, or the chemicals hung and chemically treated.

That was no exception, even if it became a piece of meat.

And the members of this unit, unfortunately, could not all use magic.

Because of this, they were able to render the zombies harmless only by simply wielding their weapons and literally turning them into chunks of meat.

As a result, even if the opponent was a dull zombie, he could hardly move forward because the response time per unit took longer than other troops.

"Seriously, I don't want to..."

"Not if the captain says so."

"I'm sure this is going to be a dream..."

Then again, the knights can't use the magic of moving their hands extensively if they deliberately break down the zombies that leave the shadow of the townspeople into tiny pieces of flesh, while giving them a tired look.

And, at that point, the command will contact them again.

"This is HQ. I tell poor Foxtrot squad that she can't do it because she can't use magic and she's not hot except for zombies'

"" "Ugh! Shut up!" "

"I've sent reinforcements to you now. Don't be rude. Over '

"What? Reinforcements? No disrespect? What are you talking about?

I don't understand the significance of the correspondent's statement, and the head of the unit who tilts his neck.

Then, shortly, I came to them... with a lot of reinforcements.

Casa, casa...

Casa, casa...

Casa, casa...

…………

Troopers who see that blackening object and understand what it means to say so that HQ correspondents are rude.

Apparently everyone knows exactly what happens when you sell a fight to a group that looks like that black insect.

And the other, reinforcements coming from behind the insects.

"... the lords, the troops who want backup?

It is a flying dragon of the figure of man, dressed in maid clothes based on white and blue.

Look at that...

…………

If you rub your eyes as if you saw something incredible, the knights with a surprising look on their face.

The surprise seemed so much that it could not even answer the question of the Fei Long.

"Hmm...... Hi guys, looks like things are going crazy when you look at us... Well, fine."

With that mouth, the flying dragon takes his gaze off the knights and turns to the zombie who is making slow movements in front of him.

Then she turned her words against a potential that looked like a bunch of black little insects that were nearby......

"Lord Pote. What about the Lord? Eat it from the right or do it from the left or blow it..."

In response to that inquiry, the bugs (?) From, I hear the voice of the potentia.

'Right...... By the way, Mr. Dragon, can you deal with these poor victims by yourself?

"Hmm. That's not a problem..."

Then I will prioritize those lurking in alleys and houses.

That said, quickly, the potential disappearing into the alley.

If you think about fighting in a narrow passage or a confined space, you can say his little body is nice.

She seemed to decide to shape the zombies in front of her, without giving Fei Long any dissatisfaction as to whether she knew it or not.

"... then you're going to yuck?

The moment she said so,

Bohun!

and suddenly, a thick misty white gas that can stand around.

The knights who saw it clear with the wind and emerged from the inside...

"Do it, your nose is bleeding..."

"I don't regret being caught in a brace anymore and dying..."

"I mean, I want you to blow it..."

... Somehow, everyone seemed to send a hot gaze on the back of a big flying dragon (dragon) in maid clothes with a tranced look on his face.

The royal castle officials, the knights, apparently all have special feelings for Fei Long.

The moment Fei Long, who doesn't know he is, breathes heavily, and throws up,

Dogowo!!

and from her mouth, the zombies go for it, a dragon brace that flies straight.

Thus began a unilateral battle by the Fei Long.