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

Dreams.

Now I'm dreaming.

I dream of fighting the receptionist.

I now recognize my current situation as a proper dream.

The place is a wilderness with nothing.

Much earlier, the receptionist stands alone.

We, PEACEMAKER, have dug trenches, lined up 8.8 cm anti-aircraft guns (8.8 Flak), and finished setting shells.

On the front side were countless anti-tank mines implanted, creating barricades in multiple barbed nets.

M2 is placed auxiliary, and the members look at the receptionist from a distance with a nervous face.

Spider 2, the newest multi-legged tank developed by Dragon Race, Mage Class B, and Lizrina Eyfan, was waiting for us a long way from where we are.

Two cars are positioned left and right at a time, and we plan to move slightly farther around the area where the anti-tank mines are not buried to pinch the receptionist.

Multi-legged tanks are remotely operated, so there are no crew members around.

Send a hand signal to the team members.

Multi-legged tank starts and starts moving.

Faster than you can imagine, moving for the receptionist's pinching position while traveling far away in a smoother motion.

I also feel her attention on "Spider You Have A Fu 2" on a sign.

Rather than a terrible weapon, it seems to inspire and enchant curiosity.

But a multi-legged tank is only a way to divert attention from its destiny.

From the beginning, PEACEMAKER cut the biggest and strongest bill with the weapon in its possession.

Far above the receptionist, a new airship Noah is flying.

Count Dan Gate Blood is on his way down from Noah.

"Everybody, hide in the trenches!

The crew pulls into the trenches as planned on my instructions.

At the end of my gaze, which makes one face - a single light is emitted.

I remember.

Once upon a time, The Demon King of Black Poison created a black smoke junction (negro dome) that filled about 15 km with black smoke around Mount Gradran on the imperial side.

The Demon King was pulling into the depths of the mountain while spreading the poisonous smoke that no creature could come close to.

At the time, we couldn't get our hands or feet out, and we had to try to wrap our fingers around it.

But thanks to her husband's cooperation, she drops a certain weapon and succeeds in blowing up poisonous smoke and the Demon King every mountain.

The weapon is Bunker Buster.

It is so destructive that it is called 'Power after Nuclear Weapons'.

Furthermore, at the second laboratory on the grounds of the headquarters of the Knights of the New and Pure Maiden, me and Maya, Luna continued their research on "Bunker Buster".

At the time, we made Bunker Buster in a rush, so we've been doing a little research since then to find time.

The Bunker Buster used this time is more sophisticated than the last time, and packing quality demon stones, not just magic, increases the weight & mass by about 1.5 times compared to the Black Poison Demon King era.

Such an enhanced "Bunker Buster" clashed straight into the receptionist as a pillar of light connected - an explosion.

"Duh!"

I panicked and fell into the trench.

Explosion sounds, earthquake-like tremors.

The air blows through like a hard wall.

Stone and sand pour down as rain falls in the dust.

Due to the nature of the weapon, Bunker Buster explodes underground, to the extent that it originally produces thin smoke.

But as recently as last time, as a result of her husband's magic and muscles reacting, she had an otherwise unlikely explosion.

Where the explosion and vibration have calmed down, face out of the trench slowly.

Initially I was thinking of pursuing from here with an 8.8 cm anti-aircraft gun (8.8 Flak) or "Spider You Have a Fu 2" but I couldn't hire it to show my husband who I am.

Besides, if you think about it in common sense, you can't live with the direct hit of Bunker Buster and still have the prototype. Even if it's out of common sense, you'll have some hand injuries......

The soot smoke that was waiting for me in the explosion center is broken.

An object like a giant shell - my husband ripped the air out of us and crashed into the "Spider You Have a Fu 2" on the left!

Two multi-legged tanks smash into pieces.

"What?"

I don't know how the receptionist did it because of the earthly smoke, but the level of cutting air through her husband's giant over 100kg... he broke through the speed of sound and destroyed two multi-legged tanks lightly.

The receptionist who showed up further was intact and did not even have dirt on his clothes.

I had a faint understanding that you were safe.

You can't hurt your hand.

But instead of being intact, I couldn't even imagine getting dirty on my clothes.

"Oh, it's impossible..."

Though the receptionist has recently become a strange phenomenon across organisms, I seriously don't know how to get a direct hit from 'Bunker Buster' and not even get dirty on my clothes.

I realize that I still have a lot of distance but I had eyes with the receptionist.

I recognized that she laughed nitwit.

"Hih......!

Screams leak from the soul, not instinctively from the throat or lungs.

The receptionist walks out this way.

He comes over here laughing, as if taking a walk.

She was laughing joyfully with her mouth wide open.

I'm still laughing 'hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha'.

It's like an innocent girl laughing fun.

Like a crazy monster wielding despair.

"Ugh, shoot! Shoot, shoot, shoot!!!

If I realized it, I was selflessly obsessed with giving orders to attack.

The members also launch their full attack on the nightmare of walking bipedally like they were terrorized.

Simultaneous shooting of 8.8 cm anti-aircraft guns (8.8 Flak).

The "Spider You Have A Fu 2" guys, who were safe, also launched the attack.

Anti-tank mines also detonate simultaneously, replenishing ammunition (cartridges) whenever M2 is also fired up, repeating the firing again.

All in vain, Noah, the new airship whose husband jumped, drops a fuel vaporization bomb (FAEB) in a row.

One red flower after another disappears, and the other disappears.

We shook off our nightmares, but they fired like crazy.

Yet the laughter of the receptionist still disappears in her ear.

It is not an illusion.

I can tell by everyone's complexion that the evidence also sounds like girls other than myself.

Big firepower I've never even used for a heavenly lance.

I have the fantasy that the receptionist doesn't put one stain on her clothes in it and keeps walking like nothing is going on.

- But she comes over my imagination and so on.

The sound stopped on the lid.

I still have ammunition.

I have not given instructions to stop the attack.

Yet everyone stopped the attack at once.

I rushed to check my surroundings, but I hear voices in my ears sooner than that.

"You know, I've been thinking about this for a long time..."

Look back in a hurry and take a jump distance.

There was a receptionist standing in front of her for some reason who should have been attacked a long way up to earlier, and behind her were 8.8 cm anti-aircraft guns (8.8 Flak), "Spider You Have Fu 2," M2, some of Noah's hulls chopped and piled.

Stunning, glancing and confirming.

I don't know when, or how, but all the weapons that existed had been destroyed by her hands.

Stupid stupid. Impossible. Impossible!

Even with Lance's instantaneous travel and super speed, it's almost impossible to destroy all kinds of weapons at the same time!

Furthermore, the receptionist, with PEACEMAKER (Peacemaker) maximum firepower, still had one scratch and could not even get dirty on her clothes.

Is that magically, physically possible!?

The receptionist talks without worrying about this upset, stunned, desperate, etc.

"Mr. Lute has been saying 'You look cute' since he was a kid..."

"Ah, ah..."

"If Mr. Arms or Mr. Gigi can't, I'll forgive you with Mr. Lute"

Her mouth swells to her cheeks and ears.

"Mr. Lute, que, eh, co, n, si, ma, si, yo, u?

"Gahhhhhhhh!

Jump up.

My vision was dark and the pyjamas I was wearing were surprisingly damp with sweat.

Check right, left and perimeter.

I slept alone in bed.

No matter how carefully you look around you, there is no shadow of the receptionist.

Reminds me that I am being looked after at the Brad family mansion right now.

Chris, I slept in a separate room with my wives because of my parents.

"Yu, a dream... what a dream"

I leak a sigh of relief and extend my arm to the water drain by the bed.

Mouth on warm water but cannot swallow well.

He seemed thirsty and rejecting the water.

Manage to drink it up.

"Right... that's a dream, isn't it? No matter how unreasonable the receptionist is, there's no way she can get all that firepower and not even get dirty on her clothes."

- But lately, in the case of the paranormal receptionist, I'm afraid I can't deny it.

I hold my body and tremble with my upper body up in bed.

If I got into a fight with her, I could be in a nightmare I saw earlier.

When that happens, I marry the receptionist...... ugh!?

"So, it's okay! I'm fine! Because now we have about a hundred men gathered as the receptionist's son-in-law candidate!

On the Demon Continent, his wife relied on Tute, and about fifty people gathered.

In addition, my husband gathered about fifty people for the help of William McNael, the Zagsonian Empire, on the Shemale Continent.

After dropping the members off at the mansion, they immediately headed to the demonic continent to travel with their husband and about fifty son-in-law candidates on board to the demonic continent.

Because of the impossible continuous operation, the airship Noah was unable to fly after that.

Maintenance and demon stone exchange would take a few days.

There are about fifty members of our legion (Legion) staying at the Brad family mansion.

The son-in-law candidate I brought had the inn rented out and stayed in a nearby city.

High level adventurers circle the inn in the name of security.

Not to ever let them get away with it.

If anything happens, I'm putting adventurers on guard.

A 100-to-1 group pageant.

On that day, we and PEACEMAKER (Peace Maker) are also scheduled to attend because of the security of the venue.

While the airship Noah brings the men, the venue's security posture is ready.

There are 8.8 cm anti-aircraft guns (8.8 Flak) and "Spider You Have Fu 2," M2, anti-tank mines and mortars are all necessary for security.

Never, I'm not ready for a battle with the receptionist.

I get out of bed and move to the window.

When the curtains were opened, the beautiful night sky was spreading.

It won't rain tomorrow for this minute.

"It's okay, there's a hundred of them. One or so of them must be able to hang out with the receptionist. It's okay, I'm sure it's okay......"

Repeat bumps and 'okay' as if to tell yourself.

Approximately twelve hours after the (tentative) war with PEACEMAKER (Peacemaker) vs Receptionist & Ma.