I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

"─ ─ - I'm going on! We can all follow you!?

If the singing princess stirs up the guest seat, the affirmation of great cheer returns, and excitement occupies the venue.

It's just the beginning of a live show but the buzz keeps updating the culmination.

Once we're out of here, a few guards are on patrol to keep the undetected out of sight.

Except, the surrounding forests were dominated by darkness and silence at night.

Of course that's just a “superficial” story.

Light bullets rip the darkness.

The blade scatters blood flowers.

Iron claws pierce steel and meat.

Gunfires and explosions dominate the eyes and ears.

Suffering and screaming and unspeakable remains exist there.

There was no more dispute, no more delusion, and it was a battlefield.

"Damn! I don't know what that means. Oh, my God, why, like this!!

"Shut up, even one shot if you have time to be calling, dammit, eh...!?

"Oh, come on, ahhh... fuck you!!

A colleague next door who was talking until a moment ago collapsed.

The soldier who witnesses jumps up with a screaming moaning voice.

Blood. I can't even think about rescuing my fallen companions with fine dust. Because it doesn't make sense.

There was a big hole in my body that I could tell without asking. From a large cannon.

Artillery shelling with full armor ammunition skills. the enormous amount of photon energy that cannot be used by the regular army.

The extravagant blow was unbearable in the exoskeleton of personal equipment.

The life response is gone in an instant. And he was the last one left.

Especially as he couldn't afford to think about it. He just fled frightened.

They were asking me that I was the only one protecting Soko. In fact, it was.

Four teams, a total of twelve, attacked each of the three. Everyone thought it was excessive.

The opponent is fully armed. I don't care if you hear he's an elite unnamed combat agent.

I don't care if you think one or two of us might get hit.

I never dreamed this would be a massacre.

On the contrary, the men inflated their expectations on their own when they found out that they were all young women.

The women were pitying themselves for the last of the women they dealt with as they turned the scene into a tear.

Without knowing that the alarm and pride will be scattered with a single shot.

The first hand comes from the defensive side.

There were gaps in them but not all of them.

I also noticed they were noticed approaching, cementing my defenses.

But still, the first blow is taken, and a wind hole opens up in someone's head.

Exactly who lives in the world behind. Before the first dead sink into the earth.

He moved out, estimated the archer's position from ballistic predictions and immediately consolidated his defense.

"Huh?"

Light emitted from the feet of several people as soon as possible. Remotely operated photon mines.

The exploding light of interpersonal weapons, so called if translated into Japanese, fangs at them.

Yeah, it's just like being eaten up by a giant beast. Some of them.

The men were taken one of the extremities for each exoskeleton.

There were no prior explorations or last minute warnings, why?

Photon mines didn't have the destructive power to this point, why?

Before the shock of the serious injury and the double question, now they respond appropriately.

It is a rapid flight while preventing the barrage of pursuits with shields and shields.

No matter how powerful it may be, mines are mines that are mined. Powerless for the flying opponent.

Sensors and visual confirmation that there is no such thing as aerial lightning, causing serious injuries.

It was an attempt by the spared to lower the seriously injured while supporting them.

There are already both 'snakes' and 'unnamed' sides in the forest that exist to cover the outside of the venue

with the sound insulation and impact mitigation field barrier formed and the projection of advanced stereoscopic footage

No matter what was flying, no matter what exploded, it was in a state that we didn't know from the outside.

That's why they jumped up without caring about the eyes, but from all directions.

Eat an intense greeting.

"What!?

"Damn!?

It was a group of iron balls that came down to bathe their entire bodies with the explosion sound.

That was a directional anti-personnel mine claymore that was planted near the tip of the trees.

A small iron sphere, unleashed by the power of the explosion, was fan-shaped and attacked them.

Close range makes the human body easy to mince, but genuine and handheld.

Earth-made weapons cannot exert the power to break through exoskeleton armor and barriers.

"You're threatening me!

"Toys like this make us, huh?

But sudden explosions and shocks are enough to stop the movement for a moment, and the next trick sets in motion.

direct hit beeball-sized iron balls crumbled and fell to the ground, but most of the off balls were

deformation and enlargement at once when stationary around in their perplexity,

It shows its true appearance and strikes (...).

"Small drone for my phone, Shit!!

Covering their heads are steel hunters.

A large group of raptors with sharp photon beaks and nails and great steel wings.

I found my prey. I can't cope in time with a sudden raid caused by a real such a plunge.

One, and another, is slammed to the ground, and feeds on its sharp beak.

The sight was as if it were a bald tack swarming with rotten flesh.

"You gotta be kidding me! How dare you drown inside Claymore!?

Luckily, some of us defeated Drone with a samurai counterattack, and some of them were a nasty trick.

I spewed evil by guessing. Claymore and mobile, almost meaningless for exoskeleton opponents.

That trick uses the standby state of a small drone to be iron spherical.

It created a link between the first shooting, which was responsible for stopping and creating gaps, and the sudden assault of fate.

It was a clever trap with a chronic mind that arose because I was used to garest gear.

"Retreat! I can't believe we're already waiting for this!

"Fuck you!!

We are jumping into enemy surgery. It's not even a battle.

Already, it makes no sense to split teams that each pair is multiple, etc.

The four remaining occasionally understood that they had been damaged.

So everyone goes outside the forest in the form of a low altitude flight 1 m above ground.

There was calmness in panicking but fan-shaped spread and choosing to withdraw in pieces.

Anyway, they haven't even seen an unnamed agent yet.

It is doubtful that even the first sniper was that person when this happened.

We don't know where or what kind of trap or attack there is. More than that. Consolidation, exhaustion.

We decided that breaking up and fleeing would increase the rate of return.

but.

"What, Alerts!?

Rapid approaching what now?!?!?

There's a bright red flash that popped in as if to mock it.

cleaved in two pieces to pierce one soldier. That's where I stop my legs, fool.

There was no one to offend, but trembled at the remnants of the sight that flowed.

The silhouette that wears crimson full-body armor is more than that, even in return for blood.

I was showing a line with a woman, but there was no sign of the underlying desire that had originally existed.

A single-edged sword of different shapes wields on both arms that is thicker and longer than the body.

"Ah, ah, too fast!? Don't come, don't come!! Ah."

I need a murder weapon that still looks more convincing when it's called a giant soba knife.

Re-flying while holding lightly. The unnamed exoskeleton with different basic performance

Instantly chasing down the execution blade on another person who is on the run with all his might.

photon covering its mass and blade, and the blow that was put on speed was once

I broke my neck and torso apart in an instant like that on the truncation table.

"Wow!

"Damn, damn, damn!!

A full face stained with two kinds of red peeks as if next.

That alone left the two men with all kinds of firearms unleashed and barrage as they went semi-frequent.

You know, with that velocity in your eyes, you either thought it didn't make sense to break up and run away, or simply...

It was either due to the singularity or the immediate rendezvous, but I didn't have time to settle down somewhere.

Pierced by a single shot from a hidden turret, someone was flying (fleeing) alone.

There was alarm. I was proud. But that's also until the first one can do it.

This is not the first time on the battlefield. This is not the first time that a colleague has died. It's not the first time I've lost a battle either.

It's not the first time I've fought a bearer either - - and that's why the man was frightened that something was different.

They should know.

that we are on the defensive side.

that we are an overwhelming minority.

It must be only the first wave of power reconnaissance that we have now taken over.

He said the information had already been sent to the main unit where he had wiped out his opponent.

That's right.

Here, so far, so serious, there's no point in smashing it with all your might.

I'll admit I saw them lower than they actually were, even though I thought they were strong enemies.

But it's also true that it's a battle I won't think about later, and the use of traps is flashy.

I'm not talking about controlling the lead, etc. That power, that speed, that will.

I don't have to analyze it. Photon, strength, war. It won't last long.

I've never heard of defensive tactics that are powerful enough to crush us in the first encounter.

The last soldier felt another will there. There's someone behind them.

The will (malice) of those who use them and, more importantly, the threat (nanica) behind their physical backs.

The fierce offensive on the defensive side has a rare consciousness of not letting the enemy escape even if there is a will not to.

To Nanica's presence, vaguely perceived from discomfort, I thought he was like a recruit in the first line.

I was so frightened... I lost it so late.

"Ha-ha-ha... hmm?

He chose to escape from an inexplicable fear, but the radar

I just look back at my face as I advance through the sky, realizing that the light point of the indicated enemy is not moving.

It was a deep corner of the forest, but its red stands out. It's like we're not moving.

On the contrary, I didn't even have that giant murder weapon just standing there.

Helpful. Unexpectedly appeased, it would be impeccable.

"Ah."

Moments later, the exoskeleton sounded an alarm. When an approaching object hits directly at high speed.

The direction is better than the direction of travel. The distance is 1 m left. Why are you so close?

I didn't realize, he didn't have time to be surprised. I don't have to look back.

The sights conveyed by the external cameras were sufficient for me to understand the end.

─ ─ Two large blades spinning at high speeds are already in front of me

I didn't even scream.

The blade that triples the prey that made the most decent move returns to hand as she will.

And when he shook his blood slightly, he protruded into the earth, and beware - and his tongue was simple.

self-sustaining float in the hope of the user who considered it a shape that could also be used as a throwing weapon and

Remote operation functionality was only followed. The unnamed weapons artisans are amused.

It was a delightful miscalculation to add even stealth performance, but no enemy shadows.

This is Lady 2 to Lady 1, confirming the silence of the first team at point B2.

Thank you, Lady 2.

Ruby's cheeks loosen under the full face of the exoskeleton for labor from her beloved boss.

However, to this extent, we tend to say that it is before breakfast.

In fighting with each other using a reinforced suit called the exoskeleton, it's the female that determines the male.

It goes without saying that it is its performance and the power of its users.

They have no idea either of them is losing to the 'snake' side.

That's basically a one-on-one story, though. on the 'snake' side, which is a multitude if only

I guess I could just resist a little. It was this one-sided battle that created

My client (Mascalade) gave me a huge authorization to use the photons and their

Authorized equipment, numerous weapons and traps have been used, but they're the ones who deserve it.

It is also large that it was originally there (...).

Few of us know the role of the 'bearer' elite, but none other than us.

They were formed for the purpose of "exterminating the exoskeleton unit by a few elites."

Since its inception, the anonymity has been an overwhelming minority of organizations, and the top General Ortiz.

Because he was caught in the alarm caused by wrapping around an exoskeleton that could protect him from the approximate danger.

Therefore, the tactics and equipment are all specialized in killing enemies per exoskeleton.

Break the function, pierce the barrier, crush the armor, and kill the contents. Numerical disadvantages are usual.

They drill and stain their bodies to see how they can crush their enemies.

The "bearer" leap forward also included their activism (violence) to break Garest's blind faith in the exoskeleton.

They have a numerical advantage, they don't capture, and their attitude toward exoskeleton warfare is different from that of regular armies where dominance is the main.

Also mainly for those in the back society who are fighting against such armies and official constitutions.

Still, from the very beginning, they've been in top gear, and this is what they've been through.

It was the first time.

'Now the first battle is wiped out. That was fast enough, ladies.

But don't be too clear at the beginning like this, okay?

"Is that me last!?

of how I was shocked that everyone else was alone in understanding and returning, and that I was in a hurry, too.

The captain laughs at her (Muhi), but there are no loose pieces in the voice that comes out next.

"Our role is demanding the least challenging but most intense labor.

But his mascarade decided that we could do it.

The betrayal of this involves our tickets, and we expect the strength and strength of each individual. "

"Copy that!

─ ─ Basically, keep intercepting each other on the spot, and then you're free.

The instructions they received from Mascarade - Sinichi - are exhaustive.

It is also said that if the front cannot be maintained, it may be lowered at each decision.

And stay away from the so-called second line of defense. That's how the placement was directed.

Something that fragments less than ten of them, one by one, into a circle that surrounds the venue.

At this point, they had a general understanding of their role.

Unnamed Crimson, there's a sign called Elite in its subdivision and a line of defense full of holes.

It's not hard to imagine what it would look like from the enemy side.

I see a "trap" behind it unless I'm also an incompetent commander.

Then what kind of trap is the first-hand throwaway pawn?

Stopping personnel to keep us from assembling ourselves? Or both.

Either way, Sin Yichi's mouth says the need for defense is the second line of defense.

I was telling you. Then their role is to stop the people they can turn to.

It was expected that the force on the "snake" side would be more overwhelming than this one.

It is only foolish not to gather power knowing for sure that there is a Mascarade.

Especially since they still seem stupid enough to have attacked us.

Anyway, the power of the 'snake'. Aiming at its depletion and dispersion, even if it's full of holes, he can't ignore it.

I assumed you wanted me to impress you and nail a certain amount of force.

Sinichi herself spilled the most trouble being abandoned along the way, too.

It complemented that guess.

So they did their utmost to the first wave of serpents to unilaterally slaughter them.

Now all we know is the quality of our gear, our traps, and the seriousness at best.

From the other side, he dressed from the first gatekeeper with a stronger resistance than expected.

I don't know what's behind it.

This makes it hard to march just for a hole in the defensive line.

enemy commander thinks it will just be discovered early and rekindled in the first row, and

In fact, they intend to. To prevent it, we need the power to contain them.

We have to keep preparing (...) something (...). So that they will.

We were going to continue to relentlessly destroy the nearby enemy soldiers.

But it is an endless struggle.

We can't expect reinforcements from ourselves. At least not from 'Unnamed'.

It's not easy to move with a manager you can rely on for this occasion and a client who's too scared.

But the total number of enemy soldiers is unknown, and there is a possibility of reinforcements over there.

You're going to lose with your strength as a soldier and the quality of your equipment, even without your hair.

Health and energy are finite. If you run out, if you break it, you'll be crushed into numbers there.

But still, they're not willing to throw it out any more than they've undertaken.

It was strange. I was thinking of setting up a cot with 'Snake' one day.

I was better prepared to fight like I was going to drive myself to a dead place one day.

I had a feeling I wouldn't die any more decent than I live in the industry behind this.

But that's the Earth of the Other World, a superficially peaceful Japan, and that's no way.

I didn't know it would be the feather of dying to protect the live venue and the people there.

The terrorists in the Death Merchant are like righteous allies.

There's a strange exhilaration even though I mock myself for the strangeness.

I had to admit. I know what's behind Garest, but he belongs anonymously.

them, but this is not (...) bad (...), and.

"It should be noted that, depending on the struggle from the client (client), additional compensation promises were installed.

Ladies, you'll like sweets. Talking shop, don't you want to make it private?

And their hobbies themselves are no different from the average maidens.

The hung sweet object (bait) catches him deliberately and raises his roar.

Morale increases irresponsibly, and the second line of enemies is attacked by the burning ones (...).

"... I tried sweetening it to your wallet first, huh?

"What is the relentless annihilation of the Crimson Ladies?

The total number of teams in each of the three teams put in is thirty. I hit roughly three or four pairs per person.

The result is a one-sided, unthinkable trap and ravage with weapons input in a short amount of time from a successor enemy.

Slaughter in full operation of the exoskeleton as if it were a major showdown. In regular army opponents.

If it is a battle between the backs without it, it is “the usual thing”, but it has passed.

"The second line has already put in, but the momentum won't stop. I'm not gonna have another three minutes."

"Such a tactic, you know our heavy labor. This high morale.

Make it a crimson, make it a mascarade, it's a good one. "

Read the possible intent. Six only distorts that face for a moment.

"If there's anything we can get out of here, can we get more out?"

"Hey, what's the aim? It just looks like I'm running wild, doesn't it?

They do have a "now” advantage when they show full force combat with long distractions.

But here and there, to a certain extent, that's why we've assembled insane forces.

It would be more predictable than having a mascarade.

Photon will eventually run out of strength or strength in this way of fighting.

Benom's question was natural, which is why he answered in a grumpy manner.

Because I can see through the thoughts but I don't want to deal with them.

"Well, I'm just inviting you as I first read it.

Half the number doesn't stop you from reconnaissance.

But which way do we want to go? We can't spare ourselves here. "

"... I mean, you say it's for this one's wear and tear? In this situation, with this kind of force?

I hope you're such an idiot. Benom, but the look on Six's face is serious.

Instead, point out to condemn the statement.

"I don't know enough to say this. Stop being shallow.

Besides, it's not uncommon for a few disadvantaged sides to shred enemy power in guerrilla warfare. "

"What are you talking about? What's this..."

It's guerrilla warfare, in the form of being sent to the enemy we're waiting for.

Originally guerrilla warfare is a tactic that frequents small ambushes on advancing enemy forces.

Reduce the damage to your own forces by cutting your troops through surprise raids and withdrawing immediately.

Lower your enemies morale with fear of the next and continue to hit them even more unexpectedly with mental fatigue.

And destroy the supply line to drain the enemy's long-term capabilities.

From that point of view, there's a different meaning to the fact that we're letting them scatter.

I can see it, but the anomaly is that it works even when the enemy is located.

In the presence of a mysterious second line of defense on top of one soldier at a time that cannot be ignored.

I can't honestly get through the holes in the first line. Second, while you're clumping.

You can move freely. If they pinch you, you just drain your soldiers for nothing.

That is.

"In the end, nothing changes what we do. I can't change it.

I was just stuck with that fact harder...... what, this. The other way around.

A tactical man like His Excellency the General. I don't suppose you're here first!?

Even if I know, I'm in a situation where I just have to get on with the other person's thoughts.

As a commander, my voice is rough on the more difficult humiliation than simply being trapped.

The only way I can see it is to dance consciously dancing in the palm of my hand.

That's what floats in the back of my brain once in the past, so much so that I have to self-destruct him.

It is the face of the 'unnamed' top who pushed it.

"I hope you don't joke about that.

His general and his sketch spears, Mascarade and so on, you'll know I don't care. "

Benom's face is blue because I can't even say it's never possible as a possibility.

He is the only man in the back society who is expected to be able to counter Mascarade.

There is little chance of winning on this side if they fight together.

"I'm sorry, I just remembered something unpleasant. He's not coming.

If you're here, that's why you're here with an unnamed squad. "

………

That's an unpleasant sight, Benom looks like he chewed up a bitter bug.

We suddenly gather a large number of troops, but cohesion and morale are subtle.

He is the head of the "fangs" because the organization is more secretive than the former and huge enough to span both worlds.

There are even those who didn't know about Six. This is the first time anyone is under command.

General Ortiz, on the other hand, flies a flag against the government and still has high internal and external support.

It was reckless enough to awaken fanaticism, such as total clashes in this state with its faithful subordinates.

But Six intentionally ignored that and put the war situation in real time.

I turned my consciousness completely to the monitor I was showing.

"You're letting that Crimson Ladies fight as if they were really going to crush you.

Then there's a line of defense behind it, even after they fall.

You mean you're ready to pick me up, or... "

Does even that have other aims in the bluff?

Time Buying. War Power and Tactical Analysis. False. Lure. Shh.

There are a few possibilities while watching the second battalion, which is about to be wiped out.

Think about it, but Six shook his head. Whatever. After the second line of defense.

We need to uncover who we are. No assassination of the singing princess, no masked (mascarade) annihilation of fate.

Now things aren't even right yet. If so.

"Six?"

"Fine, I knew you were invited from the beginning. I'll give you a ride.

Benom, put in a third line of abandoned pawns, and at the same time, each from the main force to the ground and the sky.

Send out one detachment. The ground detachment is here, and the air raid detachment is invading from here opposite.

The purpose is a powerful reconnaissance, but if possible, tell them to break through. And the outer edge.

Tell them to request backup fire, and if they don't hit the side, don't worry about the aim. "

"Okay... you're really starting to be an invasion operation at all"

to Benom, who leaked that it was a nodding but troublesome thing,

But Six says in his chest, "This has been an assassination since the beginning."

Seriously, he thinks it doesn't matter if the power collected is wiped out.

There is no way that a simple "soldier count" could work on a mask.

From over there, it's just easier to bury for me to solidify.

Then how much damage is going to be done here, as Mascarade thought.

It's more convenient for you to think you're moving on. So, the defense net.

If you can figure out how much, you can make money. Everything is for mass calade annihilation.

No matter how much you lose on that preparation, it's never too expensive.

If no one is standing on the enemy side at the end of the day, it's a snake victory.

But now I haven't even gotten ready before that.

Then just make a path for a corpse that can use as many soldiers as you want.

Until then, let's take as many measures as we can. Let's put it in a trap. Let's do the damage.

Because it's really all from then on (...).

Now, which one wins by sharpening each other?

How many soldiers can the Crimsons drop?

How much does the Mascarade trap and ploy bother the 'Snake'?

How vicious hidden balls are available?

It has nothing to do with it.

The offense in front of you, etc. is just a prank, a farce.

Try to contrive as much there as you can to get a local victory.

If the mask is going to look down on the board and you can pull it back and forth whenever you want.

This one should be thinking about things on a wider board than that.

So.

─ ─ Good luck at the most and protect the Princess of Singing until the end (...)