Gun-ota ga Mahou Sekai ni Tensei Shitara, Gendai Heiki de Guntai Harem o Tsukucchaimashita!?

"Humph!

With a blow from your husband, one building collapses.

But I haven't suffered one injury because I've already evacuated from it.

Scratching the rising dust, I headed to my next appointment.

"Ha-ha-ha! Lute, you can't beat me if I'm just running away!

Laughter heard from behind.

(You can often laugh out loud like that even though the dust is rising...) and I question the direction the day after tomorrow.

Nothing. Like my husband said, I'm not just running away.

For a purpose, I pulled my husband into a group of buildings that spread into a cave.

One of them is the limitation of action.

Your husband is over two and a half meters tall.

It's not just the back length, but the hands and feet are long.

Because of this, if it is inside the building, the movement is really restricted.

Despite being one-on-one, we still manage to survive.

And the other purpose is that if you're in a group of buildings, you can make a lot of traps.

The opponent is protected by magic armor like 'Explosion Reaction Armor', has attack power like a main cannon, and has lighter mobility of footwork than it looks.

In addition, it even has auto healing that heals quickly with immense magic, even if it is wounded.

If you're fighting such a cheat creature monster, fool honestly, in a wide area, you'll never win.

It's like fighting a tank opponent from the front in a plain.

Cartoons, cartoons, movies, etc., the protagonists and fellow men will win combined with strength and courage.

But realistically, it's hard to win in that situation.

Then all you have to do is make him a win-win situation.

That's a city fight with a group of buildings.

Even modern wars can often be tanked by RPGs in shielded city warfare.

Also yesterday, we set up a variety of booby traps and weapons everywhere to keep our husbands from noticing.

I open the door to one of the homes and roll in.

When you take the grenade you left on the entrance side, pull the pin out.

Secure the safety lever of the unplugged grenade by pinning it to the door knob section.

The easiest booby trap is completed.

I'll just get out of the window.

Get ready to fire with the Panzer Faust Model 60 you left standing.

As you prepare, explosions, fragments, shock waves, etc. blow through the window.

My husband accidentally opened the door so the safety lever on the grenade that was securing the door knob came off and exploded.

Without waiting for the smoke to subside, I fired Panzerfaust from the window to the door!

The warhead is fast, heading to the husband who should be at the end of the smoke.

I pull my head right in and fall to the ground.

More than a grenade explodes, and a seed shooting wave blows out of a window called a window.

If I can defeat you to this extent, I can defeat you three days ago.

As a result, I didn't even check for her husband's wounds and immediately moved the scene.

(Mostly, you were able to distract your consciousness from underfoot)

I will move to my next scheduled location as per the operation.

There's a reason I was setting up Panzer Faust, Booby Trap, etc. while I knew it wouldn't work for my husband.

He was trying to distract himself from the bottom of his foot in order to decide the battle at the end.

For that reason, he had been targeting and attacking his torso for a long time.

Nor am I fighting my husband one-on-one because I miss old mock warfare.

If attacked by a large number, my husband is sure to pay attention to all spaces up, down, left and right. If that happens, the chances of the last attack being decided are lower.

That's why I dared to try one-on-one to get my husband's attention to focus on me alone.

I then entered the mansion, which was the largest in the building, in order to strike down my husband.

Pre-prepared location, dive under the floor and wait.

When the U.S. Marine Corps fights terrorists - they don't choose a place to fight.

Moreover, the distance to fight may be quite close.

Such fights were called 'Close Combat', and in fights that took place in Iraq, terrorists often fought at a distance of only a few meters, such as attacking from unexpected locations.

I also tried to mimic him as a terrorist this time, attacking my husband from an unexpected place.

The aim is at the back of the foot, which seems to be the thinnest wall of magic.

Any husband would be able to hurt himself with this.

That's why he didn't aim for the lower body, and he distracted himself by intensively attacking the upper body.

(Coming!

I can hear the door my husband enters through the front door.

My husband goes to the back at a constant rate, alertless.

I listened to footsteps yesterday as I practiced.

(Right here!)

Fire at the right time!

Silver poisoned slug bullets pop out of the SAIGA 12K.

Slug bullets break under the floor as you aim, approaching the soles of your husband's feet!

"Become!?

But the husband is a hit moment, critical and quick backstep.

Slug bullets ended deep into the ceiling.

My husband looked down at me,

"Ha-ha-ha! You can't do this, Lute! Don't use such a palpable hand! Sure, the magic behind the legs is as thin as the Lutes imagined, but it's a hand the opponents often do when they find out they can't break our defenses! I'm so tired of dealing with it!

"No!? I didn't ask you!

My husband waves his right arm as he laughs.

I aided my body with physical enhancement.

Forced, evacuate from under the floor.

At the critical point, dodge your husband's right strike down.

But my husband had already waited with his left fist consolidated.

They are hunted down in plain clothes like chess and chess.

I take the SAIGA 12K to form a resistance formation while backing myself up!

"Humph!

"Guh!?

But my husband's left straight is unprotected to that extent, and I'm not so much a window as a kicked ball that I bust through the wall and blow it up to the courtyard.

"Ho! Ho ho! Grr!

I roll to the rear of the courtyard and spit out the blood accumulated in my mouth toward the ground.

This courtyard was unusual for a group of buildings in a cave, and the courtyard was beautifully planted with soft soil.

My husband's blow was intense, but the ground was soft, and he flew backwards a lot himself, making the SAIGA 12K hurt all over his body, but it didn't interfere with his movements.

As my replacement, the SAIGA 12K has been shattered...

My husband shows up from a broken wall.

"The last operation failed and also broke the magic tools Lute had. Apparently, this battle is my win."

"Not yet! I haven't lost yet!

When I wipe my mouth and stand up, I hold my fist.

I showed the temper of defeating my husband even with my bare hands.

In doing so, the husband alerts his surroundings with insignificant motion.

"Rest assured. This battle is only between me and my husband one-on-one. I don't mean to make ambushes lurk."

"Right or right. I'm sorry I made you so suspicious! Then defeat Lute and let this battle end!

"Ku...... ugh"

I retreat against my husband, who slowly shrinks his walking distance.

But the movement quickly hit the wall and was inhibited.

Assist your body with physical enhancement.

Get ready and squeeze your fists hard.

My husband has spoken to me like that.

"Lute did a great job. It's been a long time since anyone entertained me this far! So you don't have to take down my seniors and worry about not being able to take them home. I'm staying here of my own free will!

My husband says a comforting dialogue without stopping walking.

"Plus we don't need the lutes to know about her. There is always a need to know in this world. Lutes... I don't know anything about Chris, I just want him to be happy. I hope you think it's my parents' fault."

"No, sir, I will definitely take you back to the Devil's Land."

I assure you.

"That's Chris'... because my daughter-in-law wishes for happiness!

"... well. Then you can try to defeat my seniors! Son!"

"I'm going to do that because of haha!

I sink my knees and approach my husband like a kick and arrow on the ground.

My husband also stepped in big and shook up his right fist.

"- Grrr!?

But that last step of your husband divides the victory and defeat.

"Trap...... so duh!?

Countless arrows (darts) were piercing her husband's stepped left leg.

Of course, the arrows (darts) are tapped with silver poison.

"... ugh!

My husband's magic wall, offended by silver poison, distorts.

I slapped my right fist straight into my husband's abdomen.

"Grr!"

The distorted magic wall was lightly breached like a lie boasting defenses like 'Explosion Reaction Armor', and the right fist pierces the thick abs.

As always, it feels like a thick iron plate with multiple wraps of rugged, flexible rubber tires, but you get the feeling of damage from the look on your husband's face.

I strike out my husband's jaw with a knife to return.

Of course, I don't give a shit about being victimized by silver poison.

Because they are my husband.

But it just worked to get my jaw punched out, and I get on my knees on the spot.

My husband bleeds red from the edge of his mouth and laughs happily.

"I didn't know there was a trap at the end! I was totally fooled by Lute's act!

"This one was thrilled to see if the last trap really decided. I don't want to do it again if I can."

"Ha-ha-ha! That didn't look like it at all! But at the end of the day, how did you stab an arrow in my leg? Though there shouldn't have been any signs of people hiding or magical traps?

I answered my husband's question honestly.

My last trap was a kind of booby trap that was about to get better during the Vietnam War.

Cut round cylinders, add ammunition (cartridges) inside and bury them on the ground.

A mechanism whereby bullets are fired when the opponent steps on the ammunition (cartridge) from the top.

As other similar traps, shells can be buried on the ground with a pressure type (trap that will explode if you step on it or if you get on top of it) to make it an improvised mine. Apparently, this mine had already appeared around the early days when the shells appeared.

This time, a 12-gauge arrow (darts) was set in a cylinder of magical liquid metal and buried on the ground with a poison flechette bullet painted silver.

Poison frechette ammunition is a real weapon.

I put this trap on my mind because Gigi advised me that a silver knife can easily scratch you if you fight in close proximity.

That's why I was able to come up with a booby trap of a poison flechette bullet painted with silver poison on the arrow (darts).

By the way, there are about 20 arrows (darts) in the 12 gauge.

I didn't choose the biggest building in this group because it was easy to hide under the floor.

Because unlike other buildings, the ground in the courtyard was soft.

You can set a poison frechet bullet trap here.

It was also predictable that her husband had been spotted and ambushed by other raiders by 'weak magic on the soles of his feet'. So, to distract my husband, I made him mistake that my trump card was a slug bullet with lurking silver poison underneath the floor.

Later, I myself fly backwards to avoid stepping on poison flechette bullets.

I deliberately broke the SAIGA 12K to make my husband think that everything was done.

The SAIGA 12K was unwell, but thanks to it, I was able to induce my husband to stay alert, so let's give up.

When I heard a single explanation, my husband nodded like he was impressed while sheltering his left leg.

"I didn't know you were thinking that far... you're a complete failure of my life"

"Bye!

"Oh, I lost. As promised, let's follow the lutes. Vampires who have been poisoned with silver must not move. There's no victory for me when I'm poisoned."

My husband is right, he is supposed to heal with auto with overwhelming magic, but the wounds on the soles of his feet can't heal this way.

I guess the magic doesn't work well because I'm offended by silver poison.

"Thank you! Then I'll have everyone ready for the antisilver drug, Antisilver Drugs, right away."

"Um, please. But in the meantime, I need to tell Lute something."

My husband tells me with a serious look.

"My senior, the guardian, lost. So the lutes have a right to meet her. But please keep your heart strong even if you know the truth about this world she tells you - ugh!?

"Sir!?

Suddenly, blood erupts from your husband's back.

It's like being cut by a sharp blade.

And women and girls reveal themselves from spaces where there was nothing until earlier.

A high-elf woman with her hands wet with her husband's blood, green eyes on her pointed ears, and a face somewhere resembling a leash.

Behind it, the girls line up.

In addition, there was one woman in the room who was showing discoloration.

Black dress, gloves, black hair flowing on the back.

Because they hide it in black lace all the way to their faces, it also looks as if the darkness is human shaped.

She has spoken with such a sweet voice that she can swing.

"Finally, I see you. Dear Lute...... my darling"

Thus, for the first time, I face the top of "Black".