I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

"Oh, that, I..."

Whoa, looks like they're all awake. Momentum fainted them all, but you didn't have to feed Steck and Mowder at all. Let's just reflect a little.

"Eh, it's like he had something... oh, yeah. Do you mind if I use Mr. Button's help?

Jessica's memory is blowing me away because of how well she's doing. Other faces are shaking their heads and boggling, so I guess it's the same situation.

We can't miss this chance to switch stories.

'I don't know unless you ask the button, what is it?

"I received a request from your line to tell me about this incident from the Dungeon of the Holy Tree that I want to return to my companions. If you don't mind, Mr. Button asked me to pull the carrier and send it to you."

When I pointed my gaze at the button, I nodded heavily once. Looks like you're okay.

He said, "I like buttons."

"Thank you. The messengers were a rare magic prop ride, but they seem to have stopped moving, which really helps. Mowder, tell him."

"Ha, just say it"

Mowder was about to turn his heel back and head to town, but when I buttoned the trick to make the call, he seemed to understand quickly.

When the button walks over here and behind Mr. Mowder, he sticks his head straight under his crotch and puts it on his back.

"What, can you put me on my back?

"Buhu."

It sounds a little grumpy, but she doesn't seem to see the difference. With a smile on his face, he is stroking his body with a blemish on his back. He's rubbing his cheeks slightly on the burning surface... No, it's a dong pull.

You're the same animal lover. I'd like to think it's my fault that the reaction seems excessive and crosses the line.

The button walks away with all its strength, but it looks as if it's trying to shake off the mowder. Maybe this isn't your fault.

I'll leave it to the button to send the messenger, and we'll have to figure out the King's measures for the Underworld.

To a certain extent, they are exchanged and wrapped up in Kurohachi flights, but let's boil them down here and make sure they don't fail.

And I picked up the date of the decision.

The reconnaissance of Kuro Hachi has confirmed that the enemy is approaching.

We're all outside the defensive city.

The main member of this operation is me, the field. It has become Kuroshima, Usarion, Usapi, Kikoyu and Kuoekotek. Buttons and the Usutters aren't back yet, but they'll be back when the fight starts.

Mr. Jessica and two of his squire, as well as a legion of handsome men under Khoecotech, were to refrain from rearward.

It's a role to have the defensive city soldiers take down the enemies that you've shot off, but it's more dangerous when I get close to getting busted than that.

When you fight with this giant, it's hard to fight honestly when you have company nearby. I don't have a problem with this well-intentioned member because he can fight with the breath of an abalone.

"Be careful with your body. Please come back as soon as you think it's dangerous. I'd really like to be with you..."

Mr. Jessica won't leave me with a hug.

"Please all come back safely. Let me nadenade you one last time."

Mr. Mowder strokes Kuroshima, Usarion and Usapi in turn at high speed.

"Mowder, come on. Jessica, my boy... ho ho ho, my lady too"

Mr. Steck pulled them off for me.

We're both looking at this one unfortunately and reaching out, but we can't make it if we don't leave.

I was assimilating myself to the ground. As I raised my body, my friends left in the defensive city would leave the scene.

Twenty tenacious earth arms on an oversized body. Though I'm used to seeing it, it's unusual. I knew it.

Waving to us, Mr. Jessica. I'm waving a few dirt arms, too, for a destination.

As my children pass through the windy farm zone, moving a little further away, they form on the road and sink straight into the ground.

Before that, Kurohachi is flying in the sky. Because we have a reconnaissance mission from above.

I'm the one who flattened this path, but I'm gonna let you mess with me a little this time. I'll get back to normal later.

Now, do you want me to stretch my body out here for a long time and make it the same width as the road? We have to negotiate with the surrounding dirt man.

Uh, hello, my name is Hatake. I'm sorry to interrupt you so hard. I wanted to talk to you today, and, whoa, excuse me for this. Apologies are boring at the same time, but please.

What is this? This is the fat I use in my field. Pretty high concentration quality superior. Please keep this a secret from the rest of the soil. Yeah, it's special just for you.

Whoa, that was it. The point is, a few more moments later, a bunch of demons were supposed to pass through here. I'd like to ask you to help me defeat that demon. Because I'll dig a little hole or fill it. Yeah, of course, I'll take great care not to bother the neighboring dirt guy.

Can you allow it! Thank you. Yeah, I know. Since I will be offering you an array at dawn after work. Yes, then that's the thing.

All right, I got permission from the dirt guys in the vicinity, so I'm gonna bust your mind!

"Um, Mr. Hatake. Do you need to negotiate that? They're dirt, right?"

Kikoyu's voice comes from the rest room he manufactured inside the field. All my buddies have been asked to stay in the break room, but was she out of all the negotiations now?

In fact, I'm not sure it works, but if I do, the soil manipulation can be done smoothly. Actually, maybe you're as conscious of the dirt as I am.

"Really? You'll learn."

Kikoyu honestly believed me. I don't know the truth, but I still think that as a field, as a mass of dirt, I should treat all seniors with courtesy.

... and I tried to be serious, but Nori and I seem to be in the mood.

And I got your permission, and I'm gonna make a pit.

I wonder if it's about the same width as the road width and about a hundred meters deep. With all this depth, a normal demon would die instantly. The soil at the bottom would be perfect if it were to be cemented like concrete.

I'll keep it like a lid over this hole, and when the enemy gets here, I'll move my body and drop it in the hole. Repeat this, if a demon comes in that merges them with a giant hierarchical lord, I'll knock him out if I can.

Let the king of the underworld leave it to those who were reincarnated into the vending machines of the cause.

No, can you fight a vending machine? I can understand your ability to provide food, but I don't think you're combative. Well, maybe there's something I can do because I can fight in the field.

This fight is only a sidekick. The field is a job until it grows and serves vegetables that serve as ingredients. Because it's someone else's role to make the main dish.

All we have to do is wait for a bunch of demons to arrive.

Now I'm looking at the ground from above, but that's a backstroke I can do because I'm wearing my dirt ring on the leg of Black Hachi. It is possible to transfer consciousness by having a part of the soil in the field held by fellow citizens.

How many enemies are close to 10,000? Really, it's a big crowd.

The merged hierarchy lord in question stopped moving and said he was waiting in the rear. Are you going to let the other demons move on first to see how things are going?

It's convenient this way. The enemy's army is marching side by side on the road.

Hmm, isn't that an ideal development? So, is it time to drop the demons?

Shrink some of the body that was worn over the pit and dunk the demons on top into the hole! Demons will be confiscated, too bad!

Let's say the fallen demons are delicious. Demons, nourish them!

Keep it up, it would have been easier if you'd jumped one after the other into the hole, but I'm stopping. Do you want me to move and drop it?

Dropping the demons repeatedly filled the hole, fate set in motion.

When I look at it again, it's not big. Wouldn't it be a good battle with me if it was the whole picture, no, maybe a little bigger over there?

It reminds me of a dragon the size of an opponent equal to myself... a former left-footed general.

Let me strike you first with my praiseworthy hands. Move around your opponent at high speeds to scrape the ground and seal it up on an island on land!

You're stuck looking good. So, do you want me to move you to the ground at your feet?

You haven't noticed me. So, what do we do? Sometimes you swallow on the ground, but you want more impact than that.

I want to surprise you anyway because you'll also be looking at the vending machines face to face.

Then this is the way. Harder your fists to the limit before hitting your opponent's defenseless belly in a row!

Countless earth arms extend from the ground beneath your feet, and their fists capture the bellies of the merged hierarchy lords.

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With a fist shot in his belly, the enemy giant floats in space and falls on his back to the ground.

All right, let's go all at once.

Raise your body off the ground and lift the field with your dirt arms.

The opponent also developed a posture. It's a monster showdown from here!