Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

The villagers carry as much luggage as they can onto the second stage wagon and walk towards the capital.

The mayor of the village of Suylen, riding in the wagon at the end, lowered his head with a regrettable expression.

"I'm sorry, my village has put you in a dangerous position."

Someone from the fighting unit in the village whistled at the girl's kind words.

It's a patrol. Or maybe someone from the Georges team.

Either way, a cheerful joke came up behind me, and a new American member of the Georges squad was pushed forward.

Of course, I have to be strict about the jokes of one of my crew in charge.

"Mr. Glenn, if you have any comments, please allow me to speak."

"What? Ah, hey... no, senpai pushed me."

"Mr. Glenn, make your remarks clear and follow your superiors' instructions."

"Ugh...."

Suddenly, Glenn was pushed into the middle of the stage, and after a little confusion, he noticed the mayor's eyes and coughed.

"Ah, yeah... you don't have to worry about that. Because our leader, and our knights, have swords to protect people like you."

You've decided to look good inside.

I gaze silently at the old man behind me as I smell.

Look, everybody. The expression of the girl who was told, "I fell in love, no, I fell in love again."

Don't bother sniffing alcohol for a while!

"Kohn. Well, Glenn was right to call himself the best knight in our unit, the knight of the knight. We'll take care of everything from here on out."

"Eh, no, I've never been told that...."

Glenn, shut up.

Well then, village chief Suylen. I'll see you later in the capital. "

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you're safe."

The village mayor takes a prayer stance that combines hands.

Even as the carriage started to move and disappeared, the girl kept praying with all her heart.

"Hey, you guys, you've been praying so hard, you can't die for God's honor."

Looking back, Sergeant Roland, who is bald, is laughing.

My eyes are a little red. Well, they look pretty delicate.

The air is so bright, even though it's a very dangerous situation, I try to keep it as a commander.

"Yes, you're absolutely right. Especially since no one will ever die. The authority of the temple will be undermined."

Everyone's eyes were focused on that person, and everyone laughed with one heart.

Except for someone who laughs.

The villagers have been evacuated safely.

There is good news here.

About twenty villagers entered the woods and only a few returned, but then there were villagers who came back alive.

I was chased by Trent, scattered and lost my way, but there were eleven villagers who managed to find the direction.

They were serious and good villagers who were investing in agricultural work, and they were united.

Although he was chased by Trent, he tried to escape by gathering several people at once.

In the desperate situation of being attacked by monsters in unfamiliar forests, they found a fine way to survive by encouraging each other and offering wisdom.

Some of Glenn's villagers were willing to walk into the woods and teach Iloha how to behave in the woods, accompanying him as he tried to replenish some food.

It is also presumed that their escape in the woods has delayed the attack on Trent's village.

I'm sure some god saw Glenn's irresistible devotion.

It's a big deal, Mr. Glenn.

"No, haha... Thanks to Ash."

"Not at all. Thanks to Glenn, who even acted as a tough liaison and moved even harder for the village."

Thanks to you, most of my valuable talent has come back alive. How pleased I am.

But Glenn smiles with his head open. [M]

"Ash told me to do what I could. Ash taught me how to behave in the woods and what I could do. The boulder is" The Immortal Bird "Ash.

Glenn says he's still humble. [M]

You're a pleasant boy with a refreshing sense of upliftment, even if you're standing on top of this.

Encouraged by such good news, the fighting forces build battle positions in the village.

I would like to defeat Trent here, as he has the nature of a relentless pursuit.

It would be easy to escape by carriage, but it would be troublesome if you could chase me to the capital. The Territorial Capital has sturdy stone walls, but even in such a city, it is the present world that is destroyed by a herd of monsters.

In the unlikely event that Trent's spearhead turns towards the village of Adele, it will be even more troublesome.

The territorial capital has the best defenses in the Border Territories, but there is no such thing in Adele village. That rich countryside is in danger of destruction.

So fight here so that Trent can make his troops his top enemy. Destroy this if possible.

"Speaking of which... it must have been Trent's fault that things went wrong in the woods."

Glenn, who was digging a hole next to me, murmured as he wiped his forehead.

"I guess so. It makes sense to think that Trent has driven away large beasts, some of them causing animal harm to the village of Adele."

"That's a nuisance."

Yes, absolutely.

Around us digging holes, we teamed up the waste material that had been destroyed and removed from private homes to create a simple barrier.

There are no full-scale engineers, so I'm worried about Sunday carpenters, but I can expect some effect.

The real deal is the secret weapon that Mr. Quid gave us, so even if the bulkhead isn't very helpful, we can still handle it.

Alcohol lamps - they didn't help what they were meant to be, but unexpectedly they're going to be saviors.

I don't know how to thank Mr. Quid for commercializing it. I wish I could develop a promising product that would pay off this.

Not knowing when Trent was coming, we silently encouraged him to prepare for battle.

There, the guard who was guarding the forest rushed in with a sense of urgency.

Everyone knew what he would say. I knew it, but when I heard the words coming out of his mouth, I turned quietly and looked at him.

"See the trent as it moves through the forest. They're on their way. There were eight of them visually."

If the double digit didn't work, I'll relax one shoulder.

No, I don't think so. Currently, it is possible that only that number can be confirmed, and it is still in the back of the forest.

I can't lose my mind. It's not easy because it's less than ten, of course.

I look above.

It's a red sky at dusk.

"How long till Trent arrives?

"If the confirmed travel speed remains unchanged, it will take an hour."

If so, it will be after sunset.

It is unfavourable to a man whose eyes do not work at night.

Speaking of which, what about Trent?

Can I act at night? What kind of sensors did you use to follow the villagers here?

Villagers' footprints? Or is it the smell?

In any case, it's a trick that you can't do without a fairly accurate sense.

Let's see if it works at night.

"Prepare the torches and arrows. If possible, set up the torrents at equal intervals. This will make it easier to measure the distance to Trent even in the dark."

If you grasp the sense of distance, it will be the highlight of my arms, which have grown in sharpness since the Wolfman War.

"Hit the torrents and mark them."

In response to my voice, a barrel of Quid's Chamber of Commerce stamps - well, it's an immortal bird stamp - loaded in a wagon.

The contents are a tar-like substance called pitch. rather, it is one of the components extracted by partitioning the tar.

It is highly flammable and just right for use with Matsuaki. This time, I will also use it on the arrows.

This pitch of barrels is still lined up.

The Quid Chamber of Commerce stockpiled it as a by-product of making fuel for alcohol lamps.

This amount will be paid from the Leadership later.

How much will it cost? It's horrible.

What should I do? Even Georges, who runs the leader's wallet, has a headache.

I also brought some extra pottery bottles from the lab and Quid's Chamber of Commerce.

Even though it is a surplus, it is a reasonable price, so this is also a headache problem.

No. Recently, we've been squeezing territorial finances.

You have to refrain a little more, or you have to find a new profit story.

I wish I had more money.

And the night wrapped the village of Ajol in his great arms, while thoughts were cast upon the desires of an everlasting man.

Beyond the night, heavy footsteps echo from the abyss of the dark forest.

"Well, it's a powerful march inside."

Unexpectedly, it's a tone that stimulates your imagination.

Numerous heavy bass sounds crawling up from the bottom of the night.

I can't see, but the sound of the march that rewards coming closer and closer seems to be a song that has been used to soothe fear.

It was right to evacuate the villagers.

If we were to protect the villagers in this noise, we would have had to concentrate on dealing with the villagers in a state of panic.

Fortunately, only knights and guards are here now.

They are also professionals in combat against monsters.

Fear or fear, the weak who are swallowed by it do not exist among them.

To them, I look back and laugh.

"When we get back to the capital, let the playwright and the bard know the power of this trent's footsteps. It's a powerful story that I want you to reproduce."

What I'm standing on is a little hatch on the roof of a private house.

From there, some of the combatants look up at me from the shadow of the waste wall, like me with a bow.

They looked as if they had found the sun in the middle of the night.

That's not the reaction I expected.

"Hey, Commander, it looks like you're already thinking after the triumph."

"You must be very confident in this operation."

"It's before it hits. My lieutenant takes the nickname" The Immortal Bird, "and he's the priest.

"I'll see you later. The patrol would've seen you doing your field work, but you can't lick it. The First Lieutenant is a kind of battle silver medal wolf killer."

The praises of the members of the Georges squad were echoed by exclamation from the patrol.

No, I didn't kill the werewolf.

Everyone starts chatting in a bright tone about me wanting to correct that.

"Speaking of which, yes. Commander, you must have been the Featherbird Ash.

"I accidentally forgot how the fields work."

"Speaking of which, the villagers came back alive even after Trent attacked them. This is the power of the Immortal Bird.

No, absolutely not. I don't have that kind of power.

Well, I'm going to have to be very careful with this fight.

"Oh, absolutely. The bard is singing, and I can't imitate it."

"On the contrary, it could be used for plays. If you go back to the city, don't be so hot in the tavern."

An even more exhilarating voice of exclamation occurs.

I don't know what it is, and it's full of mistakes, but it seems to have boosted morale.

I mean, you were more nervous than I thought, professionals.

I'm sorry I didn't notice.

Yeah, I guess I'm too optimistic.

If we fail, if we even make contact with our enemies once, we'll just have to get into trouble, pull around Trent, and send in some extra power from the Territorial capital.

By now, in the territorial capital, additional forces have been organized. The final defense power of the territorial capital and the final defense power of launching the territorial capital to destroy it before that.

Of course, it would be more convenient to defeat it here.

But that was almost impossible - Sir George and Mr. Itsuki said. If I buy time, I am told to come back without being rude.

Well, I have an idea of a plan for now, so let's try it.

I signaled the archer who was standing in the barrel and took the arrow myself.

Titans wearing wooden armor are already approaching the bow.

The first time I saw Trent, it was huge. It's thicker than that.

Rather than monkeys and gorillas wearing full-body armor, they are shaped like wearing a powered suit on a SF.

Armored trees are not combined like artificially cut boards, but rather have branches and roots intertwined with the flesh.

If you didn't know what was inside, you would have thought the trees were walking.

The movement is as dull as we've heard. This makes it easy to hit an arrow.

Thanks to my improved physical fitness, my bow is much stronger. Squeeze the strings of the bow tightly as you put pressure on your back.

The fired arrow stuck in the air as if it had hit the middle of the night.

"That was really easy."

Arrows stopped in the air, moving again. Slowly, slowly, adjust to Trent's head movement.

Well, let's keep guessing.

When the next arrow is raised, the other archers also throw arrows one after the other.

Some arrows did not come off or hit, but they are generally thick and large. Rockets punctured his body one after the other, and Trent's movements floated in the dark.

Eight of them, as reported. Beware of the surroundings, but no other torrents have been found.

Now, let's set eight enemies and start the operation.

Ring your finger whistle to signal the end of the arrow.

Intercept Trent at the entrance to the village first.

At this stage, it is decided whether this operation will succeed or fail, so it is possible to suddenly ring the finger whistle of the retreat.

You're nervous about the boulder.