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

On board the new airship 'Noah', the first to head was the Argio Territorial Hood on the demonic continent.

To send Dr. Elle to the orphanage.

When we broke up, there was a strange air between Dr. El and Mr. Gigi.

They think of each other, but Mr. Gigi never stays in the orphanage.

Because he must deliver his husband safely to the Brad family.

And from now on, I guess you're going to work at the Brad family until you die. Believe it's your own redemption that betrayed you.

Dr. Elle can't leave the kids and go to the Brad house with Mr. Gigi either.

As a result, the air gets really awkward.

But you can't stay here till hours.

We leave Hood as we wave goodbye to Dr. Elle and the orphanage children. And the next thing I know is an isolated island where it is said that a lower organization of the organization 'Black' exists.

"Black", who fought us over Queen Asura, had the lower organization in charge of fundraising, backwork, intelligence gathering, and other chores.

It seems that its lower tissue compiler developed a thin needle tool - or 'syringe'.

He's a racial man, he's over twenty years old.

His name is Legrottarier.

He had no talent as a magician, but excelled in pharmacy, giving his name in the back society. That's why he was scouted for "black" eyes.

Apparently, the best feature is tattooing from the neck muscle to the throat.

(Don't bring back unpleasant memories...)

I recall that in my previous life, Shinichi Soma, also the main culprit of the fig who murdered me, had the same tattoo on his neck.

I ran away with fear then... but I've been coming through the training grounds since I came to this world.

If you get attacked like that, now I'm confident I can calmly shoot the AK47 bullet in until the magazine is empty.

(But to tattoo, pharmacy, and syringes...... no way Soma was reborn into the world over here, too, like himself?

If so, what are the odds?

Number one, if he's Soma, why is he older than himself?

I was killed by him.

Then, inevitably, Soma must have died after my death.

If so, won't I be reincarnated more after I've been reborn into this other world?

(Well, I could only measure the reincarnation in time. Besides, if you meet the syringe developer, you'll soon know if he's a reincarnator.)

I was thinking about that as I headed to the lonely island where the 'black' lower organization existed.

The isolated island to which we are headed is present in the 'Central Sea', in the heart of six continents.

They call it an island of solitude, but in fact they call it something that is densely packed with small islands in front of one island. Maybe there's an idea behind the organization so that someone doesn't know where to find you when they ask you for a conversation.

The largest island is in the form of a 'concave', with ships and small airships attacking merchant ships to hide in its crevices.

There is also a tidal stream, an island unknown to anyone, unlikely to be drowned in the sea and accidentally flowing.

Indeed, from those who lurk in the shadows and act, there is no better place.

Surrounded by the sea, if there is a shadow nearby, you can notice immediately.

And even if someone tries to escape, there is no land within a swimming distance to reach. In addition, there are creatures in the sea that resemble molluscs that strike people, and people do not swim and approach them.

Noah, the new airship on which we are riding, descended slightly offshore and stopped because of the density of boats and small airships in the 'black' lower organization.

Of course, it also means that you should stay away a little to keep an eye on the movements of ships and small airships in the lower tissue.

Because the island has the headquarters of the 'black' lower organization, the sandy beach is gathered to welcome the men who have noticed Nola.

Everyone, male, big body, very bad looks.

The man, one step ahead of them, has his eyelid in his Docromark hat, his left hand fitted with a prosthetic arm like a hook, and his sabel lowered from his waist.

It's some kind of pirate fashion that comes out of an amusement park attraction.

In Nora's story, the tattoo guy who made the syringe should have been their top.

There's no way a man dressed as a pirate chief can be the top of the list...

The man dressed as a pirate stands in front of the men, even though he says he is the representative.

Even farther afield, the men smile, but they are pregnant with some restless air.

I've been through rough things for years, so I came pinned in one shot.

I look back and whisper to everyone, 'Be armed because it seems to be a mess'.

Nora was surprised by my words at first.

Naturally.

Even though Nola, an executive of the Black organization, is trying to attack each of her - because I say so.

But as expected, as we descend the ship and put our feet on the beach - the men take out and attack the sabel, knife, bow and arrow that was lowering from their hips, and the blunt instrument that was hidden behind them.

Once inside, there were several magician B minus classes crossed.

(... oh man, it's a welcome party to finally say we're here)

I look around, stupidly. [M]

The number of enemies is 100.

Meanwhile, only four combatants have been prepared: me, Shea, my husband, and Nora.

Request the rest of the crew to defend Noah, the new airship, from attack and damage.

In case the ship breaks, the repair is a hassle.

Mr. Gigi ate up fighting himself to the end, but I dismissed it.

Long after Dr. Elle and I broke up, Mr. Gigi often praised his usual strong face even more.

In such a precarious state, we can't let them fight.

I don't think Mr. Gigi will be unconscious, but nothing will ever happen.

Besides, only one husband actually fights the men here.

Me, Shea got off the ship, too, but she just came with me as Nora's escort.

I'm not going to fight from the start.

That's why I'm hiding Nola behind my back, and I'm putting the SAIGA 12K in a non-lethal loaded magazine. Shea had Coffer in her hand as usual.

And in front of us ready, sir, the battle begins now against the v s black lower tissue (pirate flavored) x 100!

My husband is the only one standing in front of an overwhelming number.

The men come at me screaming the Sanzo dialogue.

"Hyah! Kill all the men! Never let the women get away with this! I'm gonna make you our bitch!

A man storming with a laugh waves up and hits the sabel with both hands to the husband who was closest to him.

"Fuck you, big ass. - Huh?

The husband did not even try to defend the man's attack and was bladed naked in his upper body.

As a result, the sabel that the man had in his hand breaks more.

The man compares the halved Sabel to his husband many times. Of course, I don't have as much hair on my husband's skin as a scratch or anything.

"Ha-ha-ha! No! No! No! Not at all!! You guys don't have enough muscle!!

"Ugh!?

My husband blows the man he's attacked to the rearmost with one decopin.

The blown man stopped moving while falling.

Down with one fingertip, what kind of late century champion is your husband?

Well, whichever one wins, nothing, just a sword or bow on my husband's style hand, and it would be suspicious if I could shave my hair instead of scratches.

My husband is in a good mood and bangs his fists out of both hands.

He was on the airship Noah all the time and all he could do was muscle tread, so he's happy to be able to move his body one full glance.

"Ha ha! What's up, what's up! Don't hesitate! Hit me with everything you can!

"Fuck you! Omae and the others! Surround those muscles! Those with spears, poke them from the outside!

My husband walks straight through the garden of the house without a plan, toward the men.

The men mistakenly think they've been provoked, and foolishly honestly bump right out of the front.

"Damn it! What the hell happened to the spear?

"And the sword! Hey, magician! Let the sorcerer attack!

"Leave it to me! Light in my hand, flaming spear! Flaming Spear (Flame Lance)!"

On instructions similar to the men's anger, the magician creates three flaming spears and points them at his husband.

The flaming spear flies like an arrow with her husband in mind.

"Humph!

"Huh!?

My husband flashed his right upper.

The gust created at this time literally blows up the men and the spears of flames.

Almost half of this blow alone falls off.

The other half, who were lucky enough to be outside the bounds of the gust, freezes to an overwhelming battle power difference between their husband and themselves.

That's half my buddy's fallen off in one blow, so don't be shy.

It's more reckless than an infantryman storming a tank with his bare hands, such as they challenge his husband.

"Ma, not yet! You don't have to deal with a monster like this from the front! If we take Nola and the men behind us hostage, we can still win!

The top pirate man on the scene inspires the rest of his men.

As instructed, the men flock to take us hostage, bypassing their husbands left and right greatly.

They are desperate to cover up the war somehow, too.

"Ha ha! Where the hell are you going when your opponent says you're my age? Plus, you're not a gentleman trying to hold a woman hostage!

But too bad! You can't run from your husband!

My husband avoids himself and travels laterally at super high speeds against the pirates who divide left and right and come towards us.

In other words, they blocked their movement and spilled it through them as they repeatedly jumped sideways.

The movement is too fast, and it looks as if your husband is separated.

In them, even if it takes a hundred years, you won't be able to cross that wall of your husband.

By the way, Mr. Gigi was visibly depressed in his husband's "not gentleman, such as trying to take a woman hostage" part.

You must have remembered taking your wife hostage.

As I worry about Gigi, my husband defeats the pirates one after the other.

"Ha-ha-ha! Not yet! Not at all, my muscles won't tremble! Call me as hard as you can!

My husband laughs and every time he waves his fist, people fly like leaves of a tree.

I'm asking you not to kill me to talk to me later... but you're not dead, are you?

For once, I think it's okay because it's a sandy beach, not hard ground down there.

And the pirates, in particular, could not be active or escaped from their husbands - they were lightly devastated.

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We will also ask Snow, who was aboard the new airship Noah, to help and restrain the fainted pirates.

After I finished collecting them in one place, I woke up a representative pirate captain-style man and asked him to talk.

"So why did we - attack Nora, the executives of" Black "? There would have been face-to-face knowledge. Plus, where's the guy in the tattoo who made the syringe that Omae and the others are putting together?

"Heh, who gives in to you? Even if you're tortured, you can't sell your people."

I didn't know my husband couldn't get his hands or feet, and I could still hear a strong mouth for losing......

That's right, even though it's small, there's only the top of the organization.

But you can't torture me like I said and pull out information.

I don't know which one is the villain, and I have the eyes of the women.

Besides, I don't want to do anything that makes me feel bad about torture.

Then some hands give up cracking his mouth and tighten up the other captured men... I can't guess the information the lower end has in the sense of accuracy.

After all, you should get information from a pirate captain-style man.

I really don't want to do this...... but let's decide to haunt my heart here and get 'refreshingly sweaty tortured'.

"If you don't honestly talk to me... sir, do some muscle training until this guy 'wants to talk from himself'"

"Ha ha ha! Leave it to me!"

"Hey, wait a minute! What are you gonna do!

"I'm not scared! Just shake your muscles with my whole life and sweat it feels good!

"Oh, I don't have that hobby!

Did the man mistake you for a nani, he makes a sad scream with a blue face.

My husband took on such a captain-style man who remained tied up and moved to a sandy beach with a large space.

Unwind the ropes of a man, the curtain of his husband's led muscle training opens!

... about an hour later.

"Heh, heh, heh, okay. Oh, my, ha-ha-ha, I'll tell you everything I know, ha-ha-ha, give me a break already..."

The man is wet with sweat all over his body like he's just come up from the sea and sleeps on the sandy beach.

On the other hand, the same as the man - no, my husband, who was muscled at a higher pace than that, didn't sweat a single thing and wasn't even disturbing his breath.

Even we were supposed to exercise like heartburn watching the two muscles...

They don't even make that much of a prep gymnastics for my husband.

I receive a glass from Reese and give the man a drink of water to get the information out.

When a man drinks up the water, he talks out of breath.

After the "Black" members chased us and went to the Demon King's Continent, the tattoo man Regrottarier took control of the lower organization.

Anyone who defies him will be killed by the man who carried the boneless long sword he was bringing in at some point.

Regrottarier also affirms that he will soon have enough power to unite the world.

I've said that if you put it on your side, you can like the 'black' member girls, and I promise you future status.

They used violence and sweet words to separate the men from each other.

"So where is that Legrottarier guy now? He doesn't seem to be in here."

"He left the island a few days ago with a longsword man, saying he had something to do. He said he'd be back soon."

I mean, they mistimed us and let the tattoo guy get away with it.

(But what is this discomfort... I feel like I ran away as if I knew we were coming to the island)

Yes - good timing, like Lara, with the ability to 'predict dreams'.

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Tattoo man Legrottarier and Longsword man reach the coast of a certain continent.

One girl welcoming two of those.

"Good day. It must have been tough to get around. We have an inn in a nearby town, so let's rest there first."

High Elf Kingdom Enor, former First Princess, Lara Enor Memere, greeted the two men in front of her with a smile.