Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

A town that was a little west of central Boreas. The town, which was supposed to be sunk by a big moon and wrapped in a book of nights, seemed to be very noisy and ambient, even though it had crossed the night.

"Air raid! It's air raid!! Sound the alarm!

"No, wait! If we do that, on the contrary, we'll let the other side know where we are!

"Air raid... oh, they're here..."

"Did the Reapers get this far... Damn! Abominable......"

"I've been sent here because it won't be a battlefield..."

Columns of light falling without sound from the sky. By its silent intent to kill, the infantry evaporates in an instant, and the tanks explode instantly.

The sight was so tragic that it could even be described as a nightmare or something. The rising Terminator is not the voice of the dying, but that raised by the soldiers left behind and by the citizens who watched it. The soldiers in the light do not make the same noise as the light, but disappear softly from the world.

A soldier who was looking up at the sky in front of him disappeared in the light. Soldiers hidden within thick defensive walls in an attempt to prevent light also vanish in an instant. The result is the same even if you beg for your life against the sky. With or without war, the pillars of light poured down equally toward a soldier called a soldier.

The attack was not just from the sky. One white shadow floats like a ghost whenever the sparkling sky shines. White hair and white skin. The woman, wearing white clothes all over her body, walks down the boulevard without worrying about columns falling out of the sky or anything.

"Hey! You there! If you're in a place like that--"

... I'll eat it. That's what I tried to say, soldier, but no words came out ahead.

That should be it, too. Because his head was shaking as if it had been crushed by a heavy machine, scattering its contents around.

Yurali......

"Oh, ma--"

Gusha......

"HI, HI --"

Becha......

"Bak --"

Dosha......

Soldiers hiding in the shadows of the building, unable to resist, turn into meat chunks one after another.

In the meantime, the white woman said nothing and continued to kill as if she were pale and repeated. There is no joy or sorrow in that expression, no expression anywhere. It seems that the matter was unnecessarily pushing the soldiers to the bottom of their fears.

"Eh, cover me! The monster --"

Gusha......

"" "Hih-no. Huh?!

Before a one-sided massacre that can't be called a battle, the soldiers forget me and try to escape. Weaponized and fighting back, the opponent finds himself standing in front of the soldiers, killing them one after the other, as if traveling instantly. At the earliest, pointless, such as confronting, we have no choice but to escape...... In the heads of the soldiers who preceded the white woman, they filled her with the desire to escape, never to participate in war or anything else again, to return and meet those close to her.

Zdwong!!

But the thought becomes the earliest memory. Those who were solidifying in one place and asking for an opportunity to flee turned into a red splash at once.

In doing so, the sky shines only for a moment. I hear another column of light fell somewhere. The light illuminated the darkness of the night with thin light, revealing the figure who was there.

That's alien. As opposed to having a luscious body, he had enormous arms to disgust as a person.

In its arms is the figure of a soldier who also breathes incessantly --

Boom!!

—— He was thrown rampantly, as if he were a throwing stone.

Zdwong!!

That's a bullet of meat in the shape of a person. The other soldiers who were ahead are shattered by a mass weapon named Fellow.

Such hellish paintings continued to spread throughout the town. Not only the smell of bloodshed, but also the smell of filth, screaming, groaning, laughing...... Such red and black signs engulfed the town.

As a result, the people of the town who were intact will also bear serious PTSD on their minds…. Even if I knew it, I might be able to say that it's war that I can't choose from other than mutilated killing.

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"... taking people's lives and saving them. I wonder why they weigh so differently than you can compare them in a scale..."

"Isn't it because living itself is a miraculous thing? We are brittle enough to die on our own if we leave it alone. You're somewhere close to death, so I think it's natural that saving lives is harder than taking them, right?

"... is that the same for the Ecclerians?

"Well... I don't get it. It's just that his people are his people, and they don't die easily, so don't they have different problems again?

"Sirius, Your Majesty! Director Yulia! The West End sweep is complete!

"The North and East Sides are also complete!

"The South Side is... ah..."

"I mean... it seems that the control of this town is complete."

Yuki, who broke in from the south of the town and did all he could to kill with Julia, had received reports of the effects from soldiers of the old Cor parents on a building that the town could see. It appears that the occupation was completed within a very short time and that there was no one left from the town to eliminate the soldiers.

"Is it finally the first place...... We need to get the other towns back soon..."

At the time Yuki said so, the red sun rises from the other side of the horizon. Though the light was oddly red as blood, there were no remains of Ecclerian soldiers in the town...... It was the Yuki who were dispersed in the dark night and created hell that was as if they were showing their fantasies.