I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle

Orah!

Farmer militia trying to distance themselves from me swinging hardened brick sticks.

The face was drawn by fear.

I guess so.

Because it's obviously unusual to see me blowing up adults.

That's why nobody's going anywhere near me just looking around me.

That would be fine.

My goal is not just to defeat the opponent in front of me.

Winning this battle.

That means we must defeat the Commander.

You decided to run away from me and chase the man back into the Fontana army.

"Hey, Ars, wait a minute. Don't go in there alone."

But there was something that stopped me.

My part-time brother was chasing me from behind.

He rode Valkyrie as I did and approached with a swing of a stick.

Take a look behind you and see what's going on.

Apparently, he was pushing too far by himself.

Though I have managed to infiltrate the leading troops of the Fontana army, my distance from the Vulcans has been wide open.

Besides, this is why I'm riding.

That was the strength of the Balkans who fought with me.

I gave the villagers a Barca last name and gave them magic, but they didn't have as much power to blow them up as I did.

Each one is stronger than the Fontana army's peasant militia thanks to the magic of Physical Enhancement and Shotgun .

But it wasn't overwhelming.

My magic, especially Physical Enhancement , certainly improves my physical abilities.

However, the enhancement magnification is such that you can carry something a little heavier than before in everyday life, and it is not like super-strengthening.

But after subtracting that, I felt like I was less powerful than my child.

Perhaps this has something to do with the quality of magic.

When I was a kid, I was, but basically, magic is often left hanging and dripping with what is naturally occurring in that person.

It's just to the extent that you're standing up like hot air, like steam rising at every turn.

But I tried and made many mistakes to make the magic more powerful.

It takes in magic in the air and simply increases the amount of magic.

Combine the captured magic with your own magic.

In addition, it focuses its combined magic on the stomach and intestines in the stomach to increase the magic it takes from food in its regular diet.

That's how I've been improving the amount and quality of magic.

Perhaps, others have not done so much about magic.

It only uses the thin magic that occurs naturally from the body.

Therefore, even after I named it, some magic that required high magic such as Wall Construction and Road Laying could not be used.

Improving the quality of magic can blow up adults even in children who are not yet physically growing up.

Does that mean that the quality and amount of magic is directly linked to the person's combat power?

From what I've seen, there are only a limited number of people who are likely to be able to act with me.

"Bite brother, Vargas, you two come with me. Dad and Mr. Maddock will lead the others after us."

My part-time brother, who taught me how to train magic and is good at strengthening his body, and Valgas, who has high defense from his experience on the battlefield, is pinning even if he gets Shotgun .

These two can be a thousand horses.

I decided to stand at the head and cut in with both of them.

"We're aiming for the armored men in the middle of the enemy army. Let's go over there."

The target is probably a group of aristocrats.

That's a strong enemy.

Just wearing metal armor is a threat to us.

Whatever it takes, Shotgun won't work.

No matter how hard it is, Shotgun , the magic of flying stones, will not be able to damage it without satisfactorily piercing the metal armor.

But they had more magic in their armor than that.

The amount of magic I can see through my eyes.

Everyone wearing armor is highly magical, whether it's a gift of training or some secret.

Naturally, the strength is not the ratio of the peasant militia.

But that's why it makes sense to target them.

Me, my part-time brother, and Vargas are the backbone and the spiritual pillar for us.

Likewise, for the Fontana army, the armored men should be the backbone of the peasant militia.

If we destroy them, the peasant militia will lack cohesion.

I thought so. Together with the two of them, I walked toward the middle of the enemy army without looking at the peasant militia.