Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

... Alert!

Zdwong!!

"Ooh! Cortex? What is this, a little less green gauge?

"This is Macrophage's hit point ~ -- that is, endurance. If this is completely gone, Macrophage won't be able to move, so be careful. Because I will self-destruct to prevent information from being compromised ~. By the way, if you eat something food and are jittery in the shadows, the hit point will revert back to normal one of these days ~? If there is no shadow on the spot, use the cardboard box inside the inventory. '

"... I don't know... really, what can I say... The mood in this heart is moist..."

A high-energy body that flew out of nowhere landed a bullet in the ground beneath my feet (?) The waltzes were to get less dirt and sand rain as a result of doing so. At that time, it appears that Macrophage 1 (Cortex) and 2 (Hunter) suffered damage due to the impact of dust and sand. Nevertheless, the deep wound that Waltz sustained in his heart (?) It seemed trivial compared to that.

"So, where did you fly from? I couldn't detect it on radar or something, so I don't think it's a missile...... Well, if you look where the macrophages are more responsive, it's obvious that the magic has flown?

"Er...? You detect backwards ~...... up there!

"'Up...'"

Waltz and Macrophage No. 2 listening to Cortex and looking up at the ceiling at the same time.

There stands the outer wall of the world tree that leads to the sky, surrounded by the black darkness of the night…. The appearance of suspicious objects and suspicious persons seemed invisible to the eyes of the hunter who was looking at the scenery over the macrophages.

Waltz, on the other hand, said ——

"... there's nothing there."

—— Apparently she didn't see anything particularly unusual either. When it was supposed to be dark and waltz should be able to clearly see everywhere in the scenery, you couldn't even see the other person... How the magic has flown would be largely predictable.

Notice that, Cortex opens his mouth.

"It's metastatic magic ~. Probably combined with fire magic, compound magic. '

"Shit, there's no sexual punishment, Al. Did you manage to attack me?

'No ~. Al, I don't think you can handle it ~? She, clumsy (?) So I can't use compound magic or anything ~'

"Clumsy... well, sure, it's iron piles flying in metastatic magic, but maybe it's iron piles that cost you, so you just started using fire magic to try to reduce it, huh?

"For that matter, we usually only have wars that seem to have cost so neglected ~"

With that in his mouth, Cortex remembers about Eccleria's tanks.

In her head like that comes up the figure of all kinds of costly tanks that are blowing up in masses every day and the people who manipulate it...... It seemed to be calculating what the cost per tank was.

While we're doing this--

"Whoa? Here we go again? 'Alert!

—— The Hunter's macrophage status monitor appears to have shown a warning again.

"Really, it's coming... I mean, how are we detecting it..."

"That's arr ~? Isn't that common ~? The axis of the force field is pointing this way.

Zdwong!!

"After all, I didn't see..."

"For that matter, I took the flying fireball by hand."

At the tip of Cortex's gaze, Waltz grabbed the flying fireball with his hand and grabbed it and turned it into something like black smoke. In the case of an ambush, he didn't seem to be able to respond in time, but if he knew in advance what things would fly, he could react, even with an attack of almost zero range. At that time, the hunter who was manipulating Macrophage II, which was supposed to hit the fireball, said nothing because there was something about Waltz's behavior, or he was simply getting sleepy......

"So, you're able to detect the reverse, right? Cortex."

"Yes, of course."

"Where?"

…………

"... Cortex?

"Something seems to have flown from an amazing place ~?

"So where are you..."

"… altitude 130 km. outward than the Kalman line ~... I mean, it's space ~ '

"... satellite weapons?

and waltz to hear the words of Cortex and mouth such predictions.

However, there is no such thing as satellite weapons in this world... Cortex began to talk about specific locations.

'No ~. Probably ~ … it's the heavenly side of the world tree'

That said, over the macrophage, Cortex looks up at the high cavity that leads to the heavenly side.

Apparently, the opponents, who were magically attacking the Waltz, were in places where ordinary humans should not have been able to live.