Entering a Company From Another World!?

"Ahn, you idiot!! You're turning this town into a pile of rubble!?

It is no exaggeration to call it a strategic weapon, a giant black iron giant that would be 30 meters tall by visual calculation.

Looking beyond the window of this Adventurer Alliance away from the dungeon entrance, allowable numbers under the name of Alliance Master's Endurance Bag exceeded their limits.

The point is, it's clean.

Reverse the hairs and curse loudly at the presence that would have activated them, as Fushire and the cat did when they threatened.

If anyone asks, the current Alliance Master is rough enough to get caught for insult.

Even so, all of the members here have similar perceptions of the error, so I won't blame the Alliance Master for his remarks.

In the meantime, I told you to calm down from the atmosphere, but it doesn't seem to calm down, so for now, the Alliance Master should just leave it alone.

"Mr. Mitt, can you scout? I want information."

That's right, that's better.

"I'll leave my family behind."

"Lord, who am I?

Stay where you are.

Mmm.

I'll do what I can here.

Even though I haven't been in the company for a year, my head stopped moving and I was able to move calmly unless it was too much.

We can predict what will happen, but we don't have enough information on how it works.

Mitt's faint black light spirits and Gray's family bats, who were active in the dungeon, flew out the window.

Wait a few minutes.

While watching Amelia soothe the Alliance Master and watching Himiku do something about it, I was thinking about a few actions to follow.

"Looks like there's an army organized around the square before the dungeon. If you put in the number in the dungeon, we don't know the exact number."

"Looks like they've got scouting units all over the place."

"Thank you very much. Does it assume that there are no himics in the dungeon at all?... I don't think there's going to be any more of them, but I can't say it's the enemy that's in trouble."

Mitt and Grey gather the information and report it by looking at the whole thing, flying around in secrecy and gathering detailed information.

Overall, local, and two types of information are gathering well.

Honestly, I want this much hostile ability at our party.

No, I'm not dissatisfied, but my senses rely on the five senses, and my South and Amelia scouting capabilities are not as accurate as this.

Otherwise, I know that words such as "blue" appear on the grass next door, but it is the nature of society that wants to compensate for the shortage.

Determine the guidelines for action based on the information gathered one after the other, thinking that it is a challenge for the future.

The situation is easy to understand, but the opponent is simply on the side for the trouble.

Until now, I have cut my enemies without asking questions, but this time I can't do that.

Even though I am an ally, I feel like a remote colleague with a different department, but I am still an ally belonging to the same organization.

Even if I say it's to win here, if you attack me without asking any questions, my position will be completely wrong.

If this is the overwhelming minority, it's either a run or an ambush, but if both means are destroyed, we'll lose contact.

It is best to intercept where the other side is attacking, but it turns around in the back.

The option of running away for at least a week in a closed space is unrealistic, and the Adventurer Alliance is not a complete ally, even though we are discussing this now.

I can't trust someone I haven't seen before, someone who doesn't know when they'll stab me in the back.

But I complain to myself why I have to stand in trouble every time.

And after returning several times, the thought of going to the Odori is overwhelming, but when I went to the Odori, I thought that I would get caught up in every trouble, it ended.

I don't know what to do.

"Don't you have to think hard? If you can't hand over this fallen angel, it's simple."

Are you sure? Rage. "

"I can't even say it's over there, but if there's a cause, we can move."

That's the hard part.

I immediately came up with the idea of what to do.

The best thing to do is to leave town and report back to Japan.

The next point is to escape this town without being noticed by the other side.

Worst case scenario would mean losing an all-out war.

Well, I don't think so.

"What's wrong, Lord?"

"No, I just thought it would be nice if you stayed still."

Worst is unlikely to happen.

Either happy or unhappy, because we have enough combat power to stop it in the situation ahead.

Well, in the first place, it's his (Himiku) fault, but there's no need to dig into it.

Then we return to the question of what the problem is and what to do.

You cannot escape, discuss, or fight.

No, we can escape precisely, but if we cross the border, civilians not involved in this battle will be harmed.

We can talk about it.

However, it is obvious that it will be a witchcraft trial like some era.

There is a slight possibility that my subordinates may actually be moving on their own.

You can also fight.

If you attack from this side, you have a chance of winning, but if the opponent is going to be attacked by an ally, they will say that it was attacked by any Tsuji slayer.

All you have to do to be quiet is waste time.

It can be broken, but it comes with sacrifices.

If that means you need to choose from among these choices.

"Ha, you want to run?"

"Hmm? Lord, don't you fight?

"I thought that option was the most risky. If you just cross the line, you can explain the situation to the superintendent, and I'm prepared to do something about it."

I'm the only way out.

Overall, it is judged to be the least troublesome.

It doesn't make any sense. If we're in a bad position to fight, we'll have to make up for some damage.

If you fight hard and let Himiku go, it could be a blindfolding damage.

"Damn! Damn! Like I said! Breaking boundaries can do a lot of damage to the veins! There's a family of awkward monks in this nearby village!! I can't forgive the awkward monk."

"Um, maybe it would be helpful if you could avoid choosing my family if you could.

However, this is not a situation where you can quickly choose that option.

Naturally, there are also objections.

In the majority, I nod because both Mitt and Grey agree to the choice of escape, but that is an opinion that comes out because there is no harm, and it is not something that is acceptable to the injured party.

Besides...

I don't know if that's what they say.

I want to listen to the type of persuasion that makes me complain about power and unrelated feelings when I'm going to have a child and be a father.

It's a human fence.

I didn't have a problem with anyone who could say it didn't concern me here.

Neither the Alliance Master nor the Americans are so ruthless.

I couldn't help but sigh.

I can't be outrageous in times of need.

I hate that my opponent is subjective and not evil.

Is this a Japanese who cannot say No?

"Hah, I couldn't help it, but I didn't really want to do it...."

"Well, what are we going to do? If you can move the fallen angels there, I'd like to ask you to do it in the direction of nothing."

"Hmm? Lord, is it your turn?

"You're the last resort, wait a little longer. Mr. Grey, Mr. Mitt. I'm sorry, but I'll take a few steps."

Then the policy will be changed.

If you don't have a choice, it's the next option.

"I don't mind, is there a solution?

Hmm.

I was troubled by the two of them who asked me how to do it, but I looked up at Amelia, who was more or less taken care of.

Present the best possible current situation.

"Yes, there is. It will take a bit of trouble, but do you want to break the other person's confidence by simultaneously dissipating stress and hitting them from the front?"

Now, would you like to show me the teacher's direct skills?

I knew that I was fighting the two stepfathers who were eye-catching and surprised, and I was ready to snap my neck once under the gaze of the Guild Master and Amelicia, who raised a question mark.

I forgot to tell you, I told you it would be a hassle to fight, but I didn't tell you I won't fight because I'm losing.

Another Side

Approximately 4,000 soldiers can be mobilized to this dungeon.

Normally, we have about a tenth of that manpower deployed, but even in an emergency, the local army is able to build up its strength to this point.

Although there is a dungeon, the number of people used in small towns is unruly.

In addition, the location makes it highly equipped and refined.

And there are many people among the soldiers who are expected to be born, called general candidates.

Guarding this dungeon is an important task, because soldiers alone have all that talent.

Those soldiers are having nightmares.

Friends blow to pieces, anger turns into screams, and soldiers shrink without doing anything.

It's only for one person.

The soldiers who saw the sight associate it with hell.

Some squadron commanders usually spoke English enough to become generals in the future.

In fact, he is only fifteen years old, showing a small scale of talent in becoming a squadron leader.

And I was delighted to hear from him that this emergency call had begun with a serious expression on the surface.

Ping's soldiers had the details down, but Squadron Commander, he was given some information.

When he heard the story of an angel escaping as a substitute for the dungeon core, he laughed in his heart.

If you become an angel, it is a legendary existence, if you capture such a thing, there is no doubt that you will be born.

I didn't think this was a regional squadron commander, but a battalion commander in the central army, or any more.

The Demon King Army does not enter judgment materials such as meritocracy and seniority.

Even at a young age, they are appointed as long as they show results.

That's the world.

If he doesn't think this opportunity is a chance, he looks down at the other soldiers who are scared but not in front of him.

His squadron was waiting for the angels to leave after hearing the outline of the operation and confirming that the town was covered with boundaries.

I don't know if I can find the scout soldier in this amount of time, but I was hoping that now or now he would come out sooner than I thought.

I thought the siren sounded. The captain moved quickly.

Communicate the battalion leader's instructions to the unit immediately and start moving.

We also have information that another pioneer unit has already begun the fight.

They take advantage of me when I'm moving around.

Move quickly and accurately to get to the scene.

"What is this?

Soldiers were dancing in the air.

The unwittingly spilled words were an incredible sight for a squadron leader.

If one or two people are dancing in space, it's no surprise.

But if it's like a sandstorm, a dozen or twenty people are blown away, that's all.

And that's not what angels do.

Unlike the report, angels whose black wings definitely matched the characteristics were definitely at the heart of the battle.

But they're just walking around like there's nothing to do with the fight.

Then who is fighting?

Humans.

A inferior species with less power and magic than the species of the Demon King Army.

That was his common sense, but the human race was violent enough to overturn it.

The voice of the battalion captain echoes when the angels are captured, and the soldiers constantly attack, but the whole thing is blown away.

Like having fun, yes, as if enjoying this battle, humans were twisting their mouths and blowing up soldiers with huge blades in one hand as if they were spreading a bunch of paper around them.

It's thick for humans, but I wonder how much force they put into that thin arm compared to orcs and giants....

The captain's forehead sweats cold when he sees the sight.

Beyond the rigorous training, the man who had fought the wild beast many times could not admit the sweat.

Ha ha ha, you're soaking your forehead as if you were going to shake off that sweat.

The sword of the waist was removed from the sheath, and slashed against the human with the voice of temper.

The blow carries a chimera.

Even the man who swings the black sword is sure to be able to sacrifice it with this blow.

Enough temper.

"Hahhhh!!

A blow that squeezes strength from your body and shouts it down.

There is a noise of metal and metal hitting each other.

"Kaha"

But it wasn't sounded from the sword at the end of his hand, it was sounded from the armor of the captain's belly.

Instead of the blade part, the body hit by the peak part was too sharp to think about the act of stepping on it, and danced with other soldiers to erase the words of endurance.

A few seconds later, it hits the ground and purges the air from the lungs, causing a blurred vision.

The last thing the soldier saw in his sight was a man walking towards the feet of a giant golem with a zinson and heavy footsteps, holding a huge black blade, and the back of a fallen angel who accompanied him.

The figure was like a hero who appeared in the goga, and he felt a longing on his back and lost consciousness.

Side out

One word today.

The search for compromise points is always difficult and difficult for those who do it.