Dream Life

The sudden rebellion of the First Knights Fourth Battalion, which was such a sudden development that the father, brother and squire were only in possession of weapons, shortly after putting on their protective gear.

And the vigilante youngsters, Brett and Sid, were slashed down by enemy soldiers and deeply wounded.

Although his brother Rod and his squire Byron, who were fighting on the front line, are not deep either, he has suffered many small hand injuries.

Now I overtook the first onslaught with my original magic, blast qi chunk, Ixplosive Balloon, and was in a state where I was finally exhaling.

(The longer the battle, the less advantageous this one is. My magic is the most effective way to buy time, but it won't have magic...)

Right next to me, Liddy's giving first aid to seriously injured Brett and Sid. The two had been stabbed in the abdomen and injured in the gut. If I were supposed to be good at healing magic, I should treat it, but I have to keep my magic warm in this situation.

I force the two of them out of consciousness, and I spin my thoughts about the enemy's movements.

(That's just what I said, just elite, slightly above our vigilante in strength? But for that it moves too strangely...)

The enemy is still trying to keep moving forward as he steps on his falling companion.

(You just step forward into the dark clouds and don't even try to help your allies... you know you can't hit it out of here. Then all you have to do is pull down the body of your allies... it would be reasonable to assume they are manipulated)

I was wondering if the soldiers were being manipulated by dark attribute magic or something.

(Black Butterfly Circle Dance (Spanglewaltz) did not work. That may mean they're taking over the spirit first. Spanglewaltz is not the magic that paralyzes you with poison. It is a magic that uses fear, a characteristic of darkness, to paralyse the body. That doesn't work means the spirit is likely already being adventured...)

I'll tell my father about it.

"... Surely the enemy didn't feel any fear of death. Fear is what any soldier feels. I can't see that at all. Well, some of that is helping."

I understood what my father was going to say. If they had joined forces, they wouldn't have created a situation like this. They're attacking the dark clouds, which is why there was a gap to follow here.

"... Zach, how would you hit your hand?

My father has asked, as if he were talking to himself, if he could not find a way to open it.

"I don't know...... no, I only have one hand"

My father shines his eyes on my answer.

"Any hand is fine. Don't let the enemy get any closer."

All I could think about was how to use this hallway.

This hallway does not face the outside, so there is not a single window.

And the doors that lead to each room are also made of wood but sturdy. Not even the Ixplosive Balloon, a blast air mass as good as earlier in the evidence, was broken.

Another important thing is that there is very little air flow in this space. As in the original world, when using pine lights and other kinds of fires for lighting, ventilation for exhausting smoke would probably be considered, but ventilation was hardly considered because of the convenient luminaire called the Demonic Fixture of Lights.

I used this property to lower the oxygen level in the hallway and try to stop the enemy.

At first I also thought about creating and filling the poison with wood attribute magic, but in the case of poison, creating a powerful poison with immediate effect could enter through the door gap and adversely affect the allies.

In that regard, if you just lower the oxygen concentration, if you have an inhibition about the door, the oxygen concentration in the room will not decrease as much and will not affect your allies. Also, if we go out into the hallway, we can easily handle it by opening the windows and providing adequate ventilation.

This time I was going to make thin flaming yarns with fire attribute magic and try a way to burn down the oxygen around me and lower the oxygen concentration. This should lower your oxygen concentration at a good rate. I also thought about using oxidative reactions such as iron, but decided that burning would be better for immediate effect.

The idea is to lower the oxygen concentration and stop the enemy, but this can also be called the blade of the blades.

If the rescue troops are on their way, they should always try to check the safety of the border uncle. If that happens, there could be damage to the rescue unit, which is an ally.

I'm also dangerous as a surgeon.

Using enough fire attribute magic to burn out oxygen also means that the oxygen around me, which is the source of ignition, is gone.

(How much time does it take to reduce oxygen? If I did get oxygen concentrations of about ten percent, I would have had symptoms of severe oxygen deficiency. The oxygen concentration in the air is about twenty percent. For example, you can burn about half that amount of oxygen. All you have to do is hold your breath and see how far you can go... I'll have to try)

Explain to my father that I will try when the enemy approaches me, but I want him to evacuate into the room, except for me, because it is dangerous magic.

My father hesitated for a moment to put me in danger.

"But then we mean a bag of rats... no, that's all we have now. I'll bet on you."

My father made my brother and Byron and the others head inside the room, put their hands on my shoulder, then said, "I asked you," and tried to get to the room.

I spoke to my father's back.

"I just need one favor"

My father looks back, "What is it?"

"If Dan returns and finds the escape route unusable,"

My father and brother look at each other and then urge me to go ahead.

"Someone gets out of this castle and tells them this situation outside. I don't think everything in the Knights is betrayed. Perhaps they are manipulated by dark attribute magic or drugs. Then if we can just tell them outside, we should be able to manage this situation."

After just a few thoughts, my father said, "Right. Then the report from the active platoon captain would be good. Let the rod go," he nods.

"I can't use the escape route, and if my magic doesn't work, it means I'm out of hitters. If even fierce men such as Byron and Beatrice enter the room, they will be pushed out in numbers…"

I set my sights on the enemy soldiers I was mourning and the enemy soldiers approaching me as I stepped on them,

"The enemy is attacking us all with the intention of killing us. If no reinforcements arrive before the enemy strikes, we will be wiped out..."

"So it's important to hurry up and get help outside the castle."

"Yes, I will try to do something about it, but there is no guarantee that my magic will work..."

After slightly distorting his face, my father smiled, saying, "I can't help but be pessimistic".

My father raised one hand and then walked into the room.

Behind me, there were still four left: Liddy, Beatrice, Mel and Sharon.

"You would have listened to me, wouldn't you? Liddy and the others get in the room as soon as possible. It's not safe here."

Four people shake their heads beside each other silently in my words.

"I don't have time for this. Besides, I have to be alone..."

That's all I said, Liddy blocks my words.

"You can't be alone! You're trying to do something unscrupulous. I'll stay here, too."

Beatrice also smiles, "I'm just like Lydiane," she said.

Mel hugged me on the back,

"I'll stay too! I won't disturb you! Please......" he complains in tears.

When I'm having trouble answering, Sharon sticks to me the same way,

"Doesn't Master Zach have little more magic? And yet alone...... trust us. Because it will definitely help......"

Confused by their words, but given the circumstances, I realize I seem to be trying to save everyone at my expense.

I forced myself to smile and say, "I'm not going to die,"

"I really can't do this without being alone. pollute the air in this hallway. So it's easier to do it alone. That's just why. Liddy, Beatrice......"

I figured out how to tell him that I was unwilling to die.

(... In the meantime, if I tell you after this, Liddy will know I'm not willing to die. If Liddy moves, Mel and the others should be convinced too...)

I speak to the two elders.

"As soon as I jump inside, I want you to block the door gap with a cloth or something. And get ready to hold the door with bigger furniture."

Liddy met Beatrice face-to-face,

"You're not going to die. Okay."

"Of course," he says, laughing, raising one hand to both of them. And, Mel, I hung my words on Sharon.

"If I jump in, I want you two to pull me in. Probably because my legs will get stuck because of the magic. Please."

Sharon snorts at the words, but Mel doesn't try to leave me hanging on.

In the meantime, enemy soldiers approach one by one as they step on soldiers on their fallen allies.

A creepy noise sounds in the hallway that can be heard as both Baki and Gatsun treading on the metal armor of enemy soldiers. Though the soldiers being trampled groaned, they were still trying to get up, and that was slowing the march of the enemy.

"Mel, listen to me. We don't have time for this anymore... well, when this is over, let's just go for a walk around the city (date). So now you're going to have to go into your room."

Mel rubbed her nose and said, "Gush... it's a promise. Never die......" and finally got away from me.

Sharon said, "Only Mel is sloppy," and Beatrice said the same thing. "Right. Let's have all of us make that promise," he laughs.

"I have no choice. But just one day at a time... Okay, time. If I don't get back inside after about twenty minutes, keep the door from opening from the inside out. I asked for it."

Enemy soldiers in the north corridor slowly approaching. Occasionally, he fell and made a loud noise called Gashan, but gradually filled the hallway. Still, it'll take about five minutes, but we can't afford that much time.

The south side still seems to be holding up around the stairs, but this one would be the same.

Make sure Beatrice pulls Mel over and walks into the room. Sharon followed it up, too, when Liddy finally said, "It's not funny," and kissed her, and then walked into the room.

I regained my temper and took what was from the storage magic Inventory.

(Well, it's bump production. You're going to figure this out)

When I confirm that everyone has entered the room, I place the soundproofing magic props on the floor.

Soundproofing magic props are magic props that make double boards of air and drain the air between those boards to block sound. It is also possible to shut off the air because there is little clearance to increase soundproofing performance.

(Can magic shoot over boards made of magic props...)

Though I thought so once, I don't think it's impossible.

Magic does not always emanate from the surface of the flesh. Firestorms (Firestorms) and blade tornadoes (Tornado Slashes) are activated at a distance away from your hand.

Where this kind of thing is magical, it can often be anything as long as it's imaginative.

If there's another problem, it's how much oxygen you need for a magic flame. Assuming the magic flame's limit oxygen concentration is about fifteen percent, we can't lower our oxygen concentration below that.

(If it was indeed a combustion of hydrogen, it would have made oxygen less than ten percent. Imagine that... Now it's time to cast a spell...)

I cast a new original magic spell as I watched my allies approach each other.

"God of Fire (Ignis), who commands fire. I do not seek the thread of a burning fire spider, I do not give my life to you. Burn down my enemies! Fire Spider Thread (Fireweb)!"

Stand with your hands on a clear board of soundproof magic props and release flaming threads from both hands simultaneously against your enemies. It consists of a thin, bright white flame a few mm in diameter, stretching simultaneously from a distance of about thirty cm at the tip of my palm.

That number is roughly one hundred hand-in-hand.

It's about 20 meters long. It should be so dazzling that it's hard to keep your eyes open that every single one of them should be hot.

Soundproofing magic props make little noise heard, but perhaps a fierce burning noise called boom should be sounding in the hallway.

The body of a falling soldier is hit by the heat of the flames and gradually burns to pieces. Exactly. The soldiers never enter the flames either, and I see a slight color of hesitation.

Continue for about two minutes while gradually extending the length of the flame.

Those were soldiers who were foolishly trying to move forward, but fall to collapse a little bit. In the meantime, the color of the flame became unstable when it turned red or orange, but it nevertheless continued for another minute or so without stopping the flame.

Whether it played its part or not, soldiers in the unreachable range of the flames also poke their knees and begin to fall to relax. Further effects appeared in the movements of the soldiers coming forward from the rear, and they knelt down in the same way.

Just in case, it unleashes the same magic on the south side and takes away oxygen.

I am confident that I have been able to create hypoxia in the condition of the enemy soldiers.

(Phew...... sounds like you managed to succeed, but it's utterly unknown how effective this will be. I didn't feel the wind in the magic props, but I feel like the air was moving in the combustion somehow... if you think it's a tunnel (tunnel), you should make enough money...)

I held my breath and stopped soundproofing demon props. At that moment, the heated air pierces the skin. I didn't mind, I tried to jump into Uncle Borderline's room.

But I didn't know what my body was going to say because of the depletion of magic, and I got a glare and fell on one knee.

(I need to jump into the room while I'm holding my breath...)

While in a hurry, he manages to get his sword up on his cane and jump into the room. Mel was waiting there as promised, and he supported me as I was about to fall in.

Shortly afterwards, Beatrice closes the door and pushes the sheet into the lower gap. I'll report the situation to my father, supported by Mel.

"In the meantime, I think we can buy some time"

My father nodded at me and said to Uncle Borderline, "I'll load the furniture in front of the door!," he said, beginning to create a barricade.

The magic I used this time, but it was originally made with small, flying magic measures that make up the herd. Once, he was attacked and struggled by hundreds of blood-sucking bats, "Vampire Bats" - bat demons who are about fifty cm long and usually make herds out of dozens. At this time I came up with the idea of creating low-power but widespread attack magic.

This time the original magic, the Fire Spider Yarn (Fireweb), is a magic that creates a thin flame like a yarn and increases the range of attack by widening it as wide as the net.

Furthermore, this magic can move the range of attack by linking the motion of the hand with the thread of the flame. For this reason, if it was a large space, it became a magic that could be used sufficiently against clusters of miscellaneous fish flocking to ask for numbers.

This time, I chose the magic of this thread of fire spiders rather than the magic of normal flames for a reason. One was to increase the area of contact with the air, and the other was to fear fire.

This time the aim is not to defeat the enemy by the heat of the flames. The goal is to take away oxygen and defeat the enemy. To this end it is necessary to consume as much nearby oxygen as possible.

An uncertain element was the extent to which magic flames consume oxygen. This means that magic flames may not require much oxygen.

Considering turning the power of the Spirit of Fire into flames, I doubt oxygen is essential. If the power of the Spirit is a mixture of flammable and flammable substances, no ambient oxygen is required at combustion. However, if it was a flame phenomenon, it was thought that it would always capture the oxygen around it. So they increased the area of contact with the air as much as they could with flaming yarn, causing them to consume oxygen in the air.

The other reason is simple. If the castle burns in this situation, we burn to death too. No matter how many stone castles, they don't use flammable materials. In fact, trees are also used for columns and beams, carpets are laid in the hallways, and some walls are like tapestries. So I used a thread of fire spiders that I could control to keep the flames from coming into direct contact with the building.

When I looked around the room, I didn't see my brother anymore. Looks like it was after we took Guy and Dan and headed outside the castle.

I can't stand without magic, and I sit on the floor like I'm going in or out.

Check with Liddy about Mel and Sharon elsewhere who are worried.

Liddy's story says there are more than ten signs at the end of the escape route, and Uncle Borderline gave up an escape using the escape route.

This judgment snorts.

The width of the escape route is only such that a person can walk alone, and the exit leads to the basement of a warehouse outside the castle, which, when ambushed, cannot escape. Even if he escapes into the escape path and tries to bring it into a protracted war, it will be the end of a roll if oil and flammable materials are thrown in and set on fire. All the enemies have to do is kill this one. There will be no choice of means.

Liddy and Sharon used magic to poke a gap that eliminated enemy soldiers waiting under the castle, and the brothers said they used rope out the window to get out of the castle. But to get to Knights headquarters, we need to get over the walls even more.

And between the castle and the walls were patrolled by rebellious soldiers, whose eyes needed to be scratched.

That's just hard, but it's raining today and the walls are slippery. In this situation, no matter how good Guy and Dan were at physical surgery, it would take some time to get out safely.

I heard a conversation between my father and Uncle Borderline.

"... as early as an hour in this situation. I was wondering if we should also consider being discovered by our enemies and wiped out..."

Sigh leaks in the words, but my father kept talking regardless.

"... I don't know how many enemies there are, but it seems more than one squadron. This is sixteen. I was wondering if there was anything I could do."

And then he turned to me, and suddenly he said to me, "Zach, tell your lord what you think".

Uncle Borderline overestimates me, so you want me to tell you an optimistic story.

I managed to get on one knee.

"Perhaps the smallest number is what my father calls a squadron. Fighting begins on the ground floor and it only takes a few moments to come up to the third floor. I was wondering if I should see most of the battalion of guards turned to the enemy..."

In my negative words, Uncle Borderline and his belly-hearted Baron Oldham show a slightly discouraging color.

I'll keep talking regardless.

"However, there are a few advantages for us…"

The fact that the enemy is being manipulated by magic or drugs explains that it is not a spontaneous conspiracy, that it is an ally except for soldiers in the castle, that the sound of earlier magic - the blast's qi lump, "Ixplosive Balloon" - will make the allies outside notice strangely, that they are less likely to climb walls and be broken through windows because it is raining.

"... I mean, time is on our side. Our chances of survival are rising even while we're doing this. What we should do is keep doors and windows dead. Keeping the enemy out of this room is the way to victory."

Uncle Borderline nodded, "You're absolutely right," and started talking to everyone.

"Non has been in a more critical situation this time. Even then, Lockhart helped Noon. Lord Masaias. I take command of Sir. I asked for it."

His father pokes one knee, answers "Your will," and orders Liddy to monitor the window, himself standing in front of the door with Byron.

Then we had an uneasy time.