Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The variation is surfaced by the fact that regular communications from the security forces are interrupted. In the fact that there is a rule of regular contact, that it interrupts, i.e. the left of proof that a problem has arisen. Ecleria's Aruban headquarters intends to lay a first-level security system.

But they acted too late. Lack of contact in an uncontrolled army is a routine tea meal. Things might have changed a little if he had acted quickly, but he only thought it was "usual" when regular contact was interrupted. As a result, by the time they tried to raise the level of security, contact from 80% of the troops had already been interrupted and, at the earliest possible time, they seemed to have been cornered to a situation that was not an exaggeration to say devastating.

Dunn!

"Why not! How could you do this..."

A commander of the Eclerian army gathered in the Operations Command Office slaps with his hands a desk with a map of the town on it and wolves. They say they haven't fought back yet, but it's like losing was confirmed before they fought. The heart must have been rough in the rough.

"In any case, the other person is his (or his) Mid-Eden. Whatever happens, it's not weird."

My subordinate correspondent and a soldier open their mouths. She apparently, unlike the soldiers below, has some information about Mid-Eden's power of war.

But that's the same thing with the commander. It should have been heard from the top of the country so much that octopuses could be found in their ears. Still, what didn't work out was whether he had a cause, or some of his soldiers, or both... In any case, it was an indisputable fact that there was a problem somewhere.

"Damn! We're going back to the country!

"Are you renouncing this town?

"You don't have to be in this town forever, even though you know you're going to fight and lose. Then even the only people who can still get in touch with us should issue an evacuation order and pull it off."

and, in view of the current situation, the commander who makes the decision to withdraw without straying. There is no objection from the men to the decision, and all units will be notified of the withdrawal.... that was supposed to happen.

"No, you can't! I can't communicate!

"What?"

"We can't communicate with the troops that were supposed to be safe until earlier."

"Which unit?

"... all of it"

"Oh my God, it's all..."

The commander dyed the blue colour on his face even darker in front of a correspondent who was checking the status of the troops via a demonic prop. Just a few minutes. In a very short time, all the guards were silenced.

"Yes, make an evacuation recommendation for all soldiers in this building now!

"I've already put it out..."

"Then why doesn't the alarm go off?!

"............... I don't know"

"No way......!

And the commander realized. I was wondering if all but the people in this command room had been done with the view.

"... retreat! We have to go back and report the situation…"

When the commander said so, he poured his magic into the room aboard the emergency evacuation transfer magic formation.

But --,

Shh...

—— There is no indication that the Metastatic Magic Formation will start...... The magic team continued to remain silent, as if it were just a pattern written on the ground.

"Stupid...... stupid!

All possible options will be deactivated in a very short time…. It weighed heavily on his spirit as an absolute sense of despair.

But his despair never stops.

"... What...?

When he raised his face in an attempt to check the situation with those around him because the metamagic team didn't move —— the soldiers of his men who were supposed to have been there were gone. No sound, no sign, as if there was no one there from the beginning......

"... what..."

What the hell is going on...... The confusion created in the commander erodes his spirit as if it were a further confusion in the well's calling water.

... No, not exactly that something was eating his spirit like a bug. The hormones flowing through his blood were out of balance and his normal thoughts could not be maintained. As soon as any one of the joys and sorrows became emotionally biased, the hormones associated with that emotion were being excessively secreted, leaving the emotions uncontrolled, and the glare, nausea, and hallucinations were attacking him.

"Ha..."

Because he lost his normal thought, or the next thing I know, he started laughing.

"Ha ha ha!

Something's not wrong, but I can't stop laughing.

"Hahaha!! ♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

Keep laughing as you step on the estate waste. And in the end --,

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Gee!!"

—— Raise your odds--,

Bataah......

—— He fell to the ground and passed out.

Shortly afterwards, a correspondent who was supposed to have disappeared appeared on the spot--

"Wow... Master Cortex's magic, it's too bad..."

—— It seemed that she had never entered the ear of the unconscious commander, nor of the other soldiers lying on the spot, when she had grown bat-like wings from her back, to utter such a whine.