Imperial territory, northern city. The time is around noon and evening.
In Central Square there was a one-horse Grade B figure looking north with his arms together.
With only a two-story building at best, the presence of a knight eighteen metres high is overwhelming. You can put it up to the pointy roof, but you can say it's twice as tall.
On board is the mature Viscount's deputy, a skinny man with an old face.
(If things were different, it might have seemed fantastic and beautiful)
In my eyes is the world tree that is standing up the rainbow light hot air. It just seems creepy that the clouds above flow as they change shades and shapes.
That's also because I know that light is the herald of the Spirit Cannon Fire.
Evacuation instructions and guidance to residents, by the way, have already been completed. There is no better tool for this assignment than a giant with a high point of view and external voice.
(I can't be more relieved than I don't know what the Spirit Cannon looks like)
According to the inheritance, they defeated the knights of the people who attacked the Spirit Forest.
If such a thing strikes directly, it can't be prevented to the extent of a basement or stone building.
You don't have to worry about this.
"International Law in Time of War" prohibits harming civilians. The only thing to take into account is to issue a roll.
Killing each other is something that takes place only among military personnel.
(But to the Elves, that doesn't work)
In the night raid ahead, an elf knight set fire to the city. If its values, no wonder it points spiritual cannons at the city.
Transfer your gaze from the world tree in a dark mood to the auditorium behind a packed evacuee.
You must be excited to see a knight nearby. A large number of children looked out the window and waved.
At the same time, just north of the city to the north.
A checkpoint is set up on a small plain from which a bouldering wall stretches east to west.
This was the front line against the current Elves, with most of the knights expanding along the walls.
"World Tree, glow strongly! The colour has changed from rainbow to red. '
A group of knights with a white lily crest on their shoulders scream in external audio from a distance ahead.
They are the white lilies of the international mercenary knights Lily Knights and Lily Knights.
And they went out of the wall a great north, and did reconnaissance.
"Is it a spiritual cannon"
Shielded, rose A class crushes on black ground. The answer was a lacquered armored martial artist standing next to him.
"Probably."
Further next to the armored warrior, a crimson class A stares silently into the woods.
A red light that strengthens even further in front of them that you can only see. Then finally, the red light became a column climbing into the sky, shooting through the clouds and blowing them in concentric circles.
"... is that a fire arrow? Is it here?
In the words of the old samurai, the jaws of the knights around him rise. At the end of the line of sight are countless red light dots that have occurred far above.
Because of the distance, it feels like it's slowly gaining more brightness, but it should actually be flying in at high speeds.
"Stand by!
With a loud voice, an old samurai who holds the shield of a magically resistant national treasure. The knights around them become it.
And a few moments later, an arrow of fire (fire arrow) pours down as rain.
One or two shots to Class C with a large shield. The third shot makes my arm articulate and my big shield goes down.
The fourth shot hit the torso. On the fifth shot, he sprayed fire from his chest and rolled to the ground.
"How long will it last? Oh!
I don't know whose voice that was. Instead, Uncle Rosehip's wild loud voice sounds under pressure of the others.
"Move on. Yikes!
Without questioning anything, the Rose B's are on the black ground where they begin to advance. Over the stone wall, proceed with fast feet.
Uncle Rosehip realized that he had not fallen to the forest side of the Spirit from the Inquisition.
Immediately, he got out of the range of fire arrows (fire arrows) that kept landing.
"Run north. Whoa!
Several horsemen reacted to the external audio of the Rose Knights. Escape from the rain of fire as it rolls.
"I will leave the guidance to the North to your Excellencies. We'll prepare for the elves here."
Rose Knight, a rose knight facing north at the same time, on the instructions of Uncle Rose Hip.
I can't get long-range attack magic out of the woods, but I might multiply it by confusion and come out to range. It would be deadly if we were attacked now.
After letting his men set up a shield, the grey-haired, short-haired big man shouts further north in the cockpit.
'Don't be drunk! Lily Knights Lily Knights! Prepare yourselves for the elves. "
The seven horsemen, who were looking at this one in a dazed manner, rushed back to tighten the line and turned north.
On the south side of the fence, two horsemen of Class A were running around in the rain of fire that kept falling, giving instructions to escape out of range.
Once again, the stage goes inside the northern city.
A Class B cockpit in Central Square, deputy to the World Tree.
(Is that a fire arrow?
Countless red dots that appear in the sky and become progressively larger. I realize who it is and my face, which is older than my real age, is distorted.
"Indiscriminate attacks on civilians"
Worst thing I ever expected.
How much power is being exercised by arrows, will it end in one wave, or will it continue? I don't know at the moment.
But to the number of inexorable light points, I was prepared to do great damage to the inhabitants. Step back the knight to protect the auditorium as best you can.
(It's full of residents inside. You can't feed a fire arrow.
What comes to mind is a sexy mature woman with long wavy hair with a strong scent of perfume.
Occasionally I bend the edge of my mouth to the appearance of my boss who sees the contents of a tight minisca.
(I told His Excellency to leave it to me. We have to protect it)
He was old and skinny with a large shield raised with both hands and received the first arrow of fire (fire arrow).
The heavy rain of the fire arrows stopped after half an hour.
The knights assembled north of the inquisition stare at the south side. I don't know why, but there was no attack by the Elf Knight.
……
No one utters a word.
Most of them are crushed except those made of stone, and the combustible material is burned out.
Fire Arrows descended not only to the Knights of the Inquisition, but also to the North City. For this reason, even with the high point of view of the knight, only burnt ground can be seen in the eyes.
Is it a widespread, burning recoil, with smoke-inhaled black rain falling out so that it would be replaced by fire arrows (fire arrows)?
"This is the Spirit Cannon?
These are the words of the C-class pilots of the Lily Knights "Lily Knights" White Lily. Only a few C's survived outside of them.
Even in grade B, those who had missed the escape had lost their lives. Although equipped with auxiliary magic formations for cooling and smoke treatment, they were unable to withstand a long streak of attacks.
Remaining red light of fire that won't go out even in the rain and smoke from white to black that stands countless times. Grade A, which is more red than fire towards it, takes a step forward.
"We're going to the city."
The mature Viscount left the front line to the old samurai and Uncle Rosehip, who ran through the plains.
Even from here, you can see the walls surrounding the city that turned into wreckage. There will be no one alive, even as they flee into the cellar.
Still, I went because I wanted to make sure that there were only a few possible people.
(Right there)
Discover Class B black in the middle of the city in black rain. Definitely a deputy rider.
A crimson knight walks over to that knight who does not move with his big shield raised in the sky with both hands.
(Did you try to protect the auditorium)
Thanks to this, the outer walls of the auditorium remained. But that's all. The roof and upstairs floors are burning down.
A crimson knight who stretches his trembling fingertips and forces the B-grade chest armor open. After a glance inside, the mature Viscount closed her chest armor with the knight's hand.
(... Something. Come on, I got a lot of trouble.)
The mature woman nagging in the cockpit drops a drop from her face.
It's not just tears. It's blood that drips from the edge of your eaten mouth.
"I'll kill you. Must."
It was her personal vow of vengeance.
The outer edge of the Spirit Forest was overflowing with the people of the Elves when the Fire Arrow (Fire Arrow) began to pour down into the northern city.
"Using Spirit Cannons"
This was only a short while ago, but those inside were informed, and came to see.
They even show up at stalls serving alcohol and snacks, and the atmosphere is close to fireworks.
"Ooh."
The reason for the twitch was that the world tree behind it emitted a stronger, red light. It doesn't look angular from them, but the light becomes a pillar and stretches out into the sky.
Between a few beats, countless red light points fell off the other side of the sky and went.
"... beautiful"
It was a beautiful girl with long ears who leaked her voice to sigh. He combines his fingers in front of his chest and stares with a sobering look.
A good-looking young man standing next to him opened his mouth with the same sight in his eyes.
"You're a purifying fire that cleans dirt. I wonder why people are so proud of themselves."
To a grieving voice, the beautiful girl sees her boyfriend. Stinging on its side is nasty.
Young people were heartbroken to exterminate people. At the same time, he had strong anger.
"This wouldn't happen if you behaved in the right way for your height. It's not just the ones who get slapped that hurt. It hurts the hand on the side you slap."
A girl who takes the hand of a long-heared young man who strengthens her tone and puts it on her own cheek.
"Don't blame yourself so much. Now people should also reflect on 'Don't do anything wrong'. And I'm sure you'll understand the pain in our elves' hands."
He drops his gaze at the girl with long golden hair, and the young man shakes his head to the side small and exhales with a bitter smile. And as I bent my knee, I whispered in my ear.
"Thank you. I'm always saved by you."
The best partner who will always support your weak self. In the eyes of a young man staring, the eyes of a girl appear large.
It was the shadow of two overlapping lips against the backdrop of a burning city and plain.
A high elf hall set in the trunk of the world tree itself, behind the inner people who see on the southern edge of the forest.
There was also a pair of men and women on that balcony, overlooking the rain of fire and the sea. He is an old man thin as a dead tree, and an old woman of medicine.
"What, you haven't defeated the knight? Just burning people's nests is one handful."
Uncomfortably bent the edge of his mouth and spit out words were the skinny old man who heads the Elf Knights. The injury must have gotten much better from sitting on a deck chair with a cloth on the wooden frame.
The old woman sitting next to her also synchronized with a frightened look.
"If you manipulate the magic firmly, you should be able to increase the power even if the range is the same. I wonder if they're going to burn in the plains."
Miscellaneous, an old woman who overlaps words saying she's bad and an old man who lost weight like a dead tree snorting hard at every word.
Where the old woman cut off her words, she opens her mouth carelessly.
"If you were in charge, you wouldn't have done anything like this."
"It's true. Too bad your body's not in the right shape. Wow."
So the old woman tilts her little neck and asks the Knights Commander.
"But why aren't our knights out? It must be all over now."
The old man, lean as a dead tree, makes a bitter face and waves down the crutches that stood on his chair to the balcony handrail.
"I couldn't trust the scope of the Spirit Cannon, so I stopped it and tried to go. They're cowards."
He didn't try to get out of the woods much, afraid of getting involved. At the end of the cane, the leader of the regiment points to the knights of the people.
He had a row of sidelines and set up a shield for this one.
"It's too late now. I'm already in shape."
Hearing the commentary, the old woman frowns up.
"If you shot a spiritual cannon, it's cluttered. The knights are timid and poorly judged. We both just fell out, so much for you?
The captain nods deeply at the words and exhales from the depths of his lungs.
"We need to get back soon. And for the Elves."
They were two people who reached out to a small table between deck chairs with their consent and hit each other with a glass of wine.
I went on an out-of-store date with Teacher Kazuo and came back after playing at the store.
I gather the eels, dangouts and turtles in my living room to spend my time peacefully, as usual.
"Hmm? What's up?"
Then suddenly, Dangolow picked up. They had something coming from the ground. I say I'll explore it.
Don't push it.
Before this, he was struck by a disturbance in the ground vein, which made him feel like a car sickness. The nodded dangolows circle in such a way as fear and concentrate their consciousness beneath the ground.
A little later, he went back and told everyone.
"Something, heh."
Take it, Imoske and Zalatan will also explore their areas of responsibility.
Immortal imosques are 'wind', while the turtle, Zaratan, is' water '. Since the turtle wants water, draw water into the washer and immerse the turtle, 20 cm long, inside.
"Yeah, heh."
A five-year-old larvae of a magpie butterfly that wakes up the first half of his body and moves and agrees slightly with his ibo legs.
But he says he doesn't know the details. Dangolo and Zalatan are familiar with the land and water, respectively, but Imoske is about 'wind in one way or another,' they say.
It's not like you can fly.
I think it will be.
The living space of Imoske is between the sky and the ground, above the branches. Not sure if it will be a butterfly because of the Spirit Beast, but there are no wings at the moment.
"How's that?
To my inquiry, a long-lived tortoise returns few words. There is no significant change in the water itself, but I feel the aftermath of something else.
Face to face, three spiritual beasts and one human.
At Imosuke's suggestion, we all decided to sleep in my bedroom today. He seems anxious because of some chest noise.
(Definitely, something must have happened. I don't know yet, but I just need to prepare my mind)
It was me thinking in the darkness of putting a turtle on my pillow and a wasp and a dandruff in the futon and turning off the lights.