The sun has already fallen and the stars are blinking in the sky.
The king's capital of the kingdom is wrapped in a book of nights, but never darkened.
The windows of the houses are lit with light, and in the streets the outer lights illuminate the surroundings. Especially in the pleasure district, even the moonlight is enough to make it summer.
Slightly south of that pleasant neighborhood, in other words, the north end of downtown.
There was a large tree-planted, three-story stone building on the rooftop.
On the branches of trees in the rooftop garden, a large eel is now looking up at the starry sky, wondering if it will be twenty centimeters long.
"Ousuban"
Northwest is what Immortals want.
Even if they stay away, they know the direction the Lord is in.
If you look closely at the rooftop garden, a large dangoose exposes its body from the ground beneath the branches, similarly facing northwest.
"I hope they come back soon."
The eel turns to the dangoose and flies such thoughts.
"Like."
Dangobees raised and lowered their heads again and again, as if to snort.
Immortals descending from the branches and dangouts crawling out of the ground go straight through the curly doors and into the room.
And cleverly climbed to bed.
"Wouldn't you like to come back soon?"
"Won't you come?"
Repeat such an exchange.
And he defiled the Lord's stinking futon with sand and mud upon his body.
The night rises tomorrow, and the stage travels greatly west from the Wang capital.
It is a fortified city in the eastern part of the empire.
Many knights lined up on the wide, flat ground in front of the main gate of the city, on the outskirts of its high walls surrounding the city.
That number, indeed, is more than forty rides.
A giant with armor as tall as eighteen meters. As it stands, it can only be described as spectacular.
Bright sunshine falls in the warm wind of spring, dazzling reflections of the knight's exterior.
Above the city castle gate was the figure of the lord of the land, the frontier uncle, and the remaining hair, which had grown longer as the baldness progressed, was filled with the wind.
"Gentlemen! The time has come -"
Fly with magical loudness.
The pilots who open the knight's chest hatch and stand there. They correct their posture and worship.
The time is not very long. Soon after, Uncle Borderline called out the name of her short grey hair while she was loud.
"Uncle Rosehip!
Called Rosehip was an old, tall man.
Short hair with gray hair, white chin beard as well. The forged body is thick and thick.
"Ha."
Count Rosehip answers from the cockpit of the knight standing in the centre of the front row.
The voice was loud enough to be picked up by external audio even as it stood.
Knight with large rose flowers dyed in red in shades based on black.
The clogged exuberance of the auxiliary magic formation creates a line of body that makes you feel ferocious and can be distinguished as a Grade A by its appearance alone.
'I command my lord. Attack Landburn with the help of the Rose Knights and our Border Knights. "
Landburn, the core city of the western Kingdom. If we hold this place down, the surrounding territory will naturally become available, and the imperial border will continue greatly eastward.
Seeing with satisfaction Uncle Rosehip, who answers, Uncle Borderline shifts his gaze to the next knight.
Slightly longer knights, painted separately in black and gray. The inflated body line of the thin one indicates that it is also a Class A knight.
"Lord Reaper!
A skinny tall cat-backed man answering the call of Borderline Uncle and standing in the cockpit weakens his cat-back slightly.
For this battle, he is a knight and pilot who the emperor sent straight away.
"Sir enters under the command of Uncle Rosehip and opponents of the Kingdom-Class A knight"
Under the eyes is a black neighborhood with swordswallowing eyes on a ragged cheek. The pilot of the murder ministry distorts the edge of his mouth and creates something that looks like a laugh.
Borderline uncle looks around at all the knights on the spot. And he breathed heavily, screaming as much as he could.
"Go!
"Wooler!"
To answer the words of Uncle Borderline, all the knights thrust their weapons up into the sky and sound them out with external voices.
Its volume was enough to tremble the doors of the houses inside the walls, and to drop the plates off the cupboard.
And the command is centralized under Uncle Rosehip, and the knights start making long rows to go east.
Even as the hour passed and the knight began to climb the western slopes of the mountains, Uncle Borderline stared at the condition from the castle gate.
"There is a strong wind here. You may catch a cold."
Like the borderline uncle, the steering wheel beard that stays in the city without going to the battlefield cares.
Borderline uncle nods and heads with the handle beard to the stairwell inside the castle gate. Along the way, he looked back only remnantly once, then went down the stairs.
The stage shifts further from the castle city in the eastern part of the empire to the north.
It is the town of the Niceacasian State, the private residence of the minister.
At the long desk of that dining room tree, three pilots were spooning the likes of oatmeal into their mouths.
One of them is Tauro.
(Hmmm. Not good)
Lunch brings rude thoughts to mind.
I was allowed to stay here with two pilots from another country.
They don't have any accommodation except for the rental accommodation where the traveler stays.
Meals in this world are basically unbeatable in previous lives, but there seem to be exceptions in some places.
(I knew it wasn't like Wang Du)
It would be cruel to compare it to the size of the town, the ingredients close to self-sufficiency and the Wang Capital, which will be seen in a matter of minutes.
I want to go home.
A small town with nothing to see, such as a place where you might be able to sightsee.
Dining is bad and there are no whorehouses.
I got homesick in a few nights.
To a good meal, attractive women who play as long as they give money. And my family, Imosque and Dangolo.
A deep, big sigh comes out of the depths of my belly.
(Hmm?)
Thinking about that blurred, a rushing footsteps echoed from the hallway. The sound will soon turn up.
And with the sound of opening the wooden door in the dining room, critical information jumped in.
"Imperial Army, invading the western realm"
The minister who brought us the report asks us to head to the king's quarters.
The three of us looked at each other, nodded, and stood up.
As soon as you get back to your room and hurry up, you'll be right outside.
Because the town itself is small, the king's hall is close. We rendezvous with the lightning that has rushed at the entrance to the hall, and we all get together and enter the hall.
The bill on Lightning's left cheek was also much thinner.
The morning after I came to town, a sudden outbreak occurred. The person does not speak in silence of the reason.
(I don't know)
Walk into town with me. Okay, but Lightning is very popular with women.
Single, wife, girl to old woman, its fan base is wide and thick. I guess there are circumstances to the bright red bill as well.
(... not if you're thinking about it)
Reflect and step into the usual room.
As the king in the back opened his mouth to say something, further news jumped in with the soldiers.
"The Knight of the Empire has broken into our territory!
We'll be face to face again and ready to go soon.
(Sooner)
With that in mind, he runs outside and jumps into the cockpit of the old lady Old Lady.
I'm not going to take a delay on them.
Inject magic and activate a magic formation for power.
The roar sounds like an electric motor under penetrating current, and the old lady, Old Lady, trembles. Always good looking.
"Emergency Launch" Scramble!
Immediately, I will launch the old lady, the Old Lady, on a hilltop that I set in advance.
Still, until you leave town, worry about not damaging your houses, and do everything you can after you get out.
The old lady "Old Lady" moves on with a grand start of earthquake smoke in the rear and at a flying speed.
If there is a knight in this world, the battle between the knights determines the victory or defeat of the war.
I definitely want to avoid being at the forefront and in my favor.
(All right, I'm the enemy)
At the top of the hill, use your manoeuvre to run and climb. And he ran the old lady's "Old Lady" eyes around the imperial border in an ambush position.
(Is that it)
The knight stands out greatly. If it is traveling in more than one, all the more so.
It was easy to see two rows of columns moving forward on early walks.
(That's a lot)
That's the first impression.
Grade B C in appearance and put the numbers together immediately.
(Two Class B knights, six Class C knights)
Close to the upper limit of advance forecasts. It's twice as powerful here.
(And I'm used to fighting)
Class B knights take the lead with a shield, followed by three C-knights. This is two rows.
(Measures against magic attacks?)
A Class B knight's shield must be a belly to prevent a magic attack, pack a distance in between, and bring the Class C into a close battle by turning it over.
Usually, a magic attack has a low ammo count. The operation seems to be worked out with the idea that we just have to endure one or two shots.
It doesn't apply to me.
Unexpectedly at the edge of my mouth, I get a bad grin from people.
The lightning line is headed this way as Gachan Gachan and I make footsteps.
Even if it means buying time, let's stir it up here.
Set up a wand "Rifle" and peek at the aimer "Iron Sight".
The majority of the knights were covered with shields.
(Uri)
I shoot the arrow of light (magic missile) with the cane Rifle, which the old lady had Old Lady set up.
The magic that can be included is less than half F-rank magic.
(Hits)
Left hand side of two rows. An arrow of light (magic missile) clashes against the shield of a Class B knight leading the way.
White light splashes around the perimeter, and the Class B knight makes a shock-resistant move.
But that's all.
(I see)
With this amount of magic, it doesn't work on your shield opponent.
In the meantime, it turns out.
Seeing a long-range magic attack, the Imperial Knights change from early walking to running.
I guess I'll pack a little distance before the next one releases.
(Except for the shield, I guess)
The power of the Arrow of Light (Magic Missile) and the Defense of the Imperial Knight. To measure that relationship, release a further next bullet.
Since I can afford it at a distance, I won't be showing off my rapid fire yet.
The same Class B knight as earlier, an arrow of light (a magic missile) stood on his left knee.
It is a part that was not hidden by the shield.
(Can't you do it with one shot?)
There is no sign of a broken leg even if it falls.
One more shot before I got up, slammed into the same spot.
(Hmm)
Left knee of a Class B knight who received two arrows of light (magic missiles).
I haven't had my leg amputated or anything, but my function as a joint seems to have been destroyed. Don't get up.
(In the meantime, powerless)
In a remote position, he took his manoeuvre. You won't be able to calculate it as a force anymore.
The most threatening B-class knight, don't let it get any closer to the Lightnings.
(Another ride)
Point the cane "Rifle" at the remaining Class B knights.
If you make this immobile, you'll have six C-knights left.
With my backup, the Lightnings will be able to handle it.
(Ho)
Ranged magic attacks in a row, stranded bureaucratic rides. Seeing that, the remaining horse's vigilance seemed to have jumped to its maximum.
I'm in full sickness, but not straight forward. Severe serpentine to the left and right. Then the shield remains firmly in place.
The Class C Knight Six is also headed this way, scattered and serpentine.
(Here you go)
As if to laugh at the effort, I drop the trigger (trigger) in my head.
The Light Arrow (Magic Missile) headed straight for the Class B Knight and came off.
"Huh?"
Unexpectedly, I leak a dumb voice.
Targeted is a Class B knight who snakes at high speed.
The aimer Ironsight is not crazy. The arrow of light (magic missile) has landed in the same place as imagined.
But it came off.
Restore your mind, another shot.
(again?)
It doesn't hit.
Class B knights changed course dramatically, as if they felt locked on.
An arrow of light (magic missile) chooses the ground a few steps away and raises the earth smoke.
(... the aim is aligned, you know?
No way.
That's the only thought that comes to mind.
But the reality in front of me showed its potential.
Try again.
Grade B knights are captured with the aimer Ironsight, which drops the trigger in the brain.
At that moment, the Class B knight flies backwards to jump.
(Definitely)
I don't know how, but I feel locked on.
I swallowed my spit unconsciously.
(It's real)
The opponent is top notch. I can't handle it because I feel like I'm half-baked.
I change my mind and rebuild my wand Rifle.
But it doesn't increase the amount of magic you pour in.
(I'm not willing to lick it, but I'm not even going to lose my current life)
Bearing the Imosques and stabbing the branches of the herb trees in a bowl and running away at night is a last resort.
We're going in a row.
I start releasing arrows of light (magic missiles) in an attempt to stop the strong B-class knight.
(... do it!
Close to a piece of paper, but all is removed.
And I was steadily packing my distance from this one.
(If they try a melee like that, there's no life)
I feel cold sweat, under my arms.
I didn't mean to increase the firing speed much, but I can't say that.
Whenever you enter the center of the aimer Iron Sight, shoot the arrow of light (Magic Missile). The result was a shooting interval of about one shot every four to five seconds.
Why are you putting this on?
Horrible.
A Class B knight kicks over the ground, or shrinks with a shield, like a light arrow (magic missile) activation startup key.
Even if we hit him for that reason, we don't have any active rounds.
However, further progress could be stopped.
(Have you come yet?)
A sigh of relief also once, behind the Class B knight, you can see the Imperial Side Class C knight.
With the class B knights stopped, they seem to be chasing us.
(Allies arrive too)
Front of the old lady Old Lady, at the foot of the hill. The C-rank knight triumphs of the northern countries are starting to form and expand.
The battle was about to enter the next phase.