＜Infinite Dendrogram＞

North □■End City Winter Orb · Institute

"... what's wrong with this crazy plane?"

It was like a workshop lined with various machines, large and small.

It is a facility on the outskirts of the City Hall of Winter Orbs, and secretly conducts research on early-stage civilization technology, including items found from the ruins.

The staff here are not attached to the job as are the guards and servants, but on the contrary, they are professionals who can investigate and maintain machine technology without the job.

They were twisting their necks in front of the white plane in front of them.

This morning, it appears to be a substitute in an item box belonging to a congressional spy captured by the guards, and he's been turned over to this laboratory because he's not very good at it.

"...... right? that idiot is selling at a high price....."

Since they are also mechanical researchers, I know about the [Marshall II] in the market and have considered whether it can be used as a fighting force.

Battery technology found along with power suits and magic firearms. Using this, opinions were expressed as to whether other mechanical weapons could also be handled.

But the results are full of problems. There were a lot of things that could not be ignored as weapons, such as the high cost, the maintenance threshold, and the difficulty of piloting without [piloting] skills.

Therefore, it was decided that it would be better to use the Powered Suit produced by.

The white plane in front of them turned over... "

"... classified as a weapon, I guess."

However, it would be a rough division to say that both [King Basilisk] and [Teal Wolf] were the same [Demon Beast].

The performance of this white aircraft as a weapon is clearly isolated from [Marshall II].

Best of all, all the problems in [Marshall II] have been mismatched.

The cost of producing this plane will be in excess of tens of billions of lire.

If the technician tells me to fix it, I throw the key.

And......

”Six arms, four legs, and a built-in weapon... don't bother counting”

To handle more weapons, the plane has four subarms in addition to its main arm.

Whether the legs are heavy armored and overloaded to balance the weapon, there are two legs with wheels behind them.

And the weapons that I've loaded up are loaded inside and outside of my armor. It's like a bouquet of flowers.

"Inside the cockpit... there's one seat and one subseat for the pilot."

Isn't it impossible to fly this on a double-seater plane?

"Look closely, there is no piloting system on the sub-sheet. Pilotage is for one person only."

"... how do you steer this with two joysticks and a pedal?"

"I have no idea."

The researcher shook his head in disagreement with his colleague's question.

The only thing I didn't understand was the amount of MP used to operate the built-in firearms and fuselage.

There were strangely many magic energy weapons in the weaponry. The battery that came out of the Winter Orb couldn't move for 30 seconds. I don't know if I have enough superjobs.

“If you were to operate this, what would you need?”

”... just thinking of it as an inexhaustible MP...”

Since they are also mechanical researchers, the corresponding ones come to mind.

The former is a power reactor of earlier civilizations. However, it was a rare item, which was not found in the Ruins of Raw Hatred and Winter Orbs.

The latter was [Super Pilot] 's secret, [Man Machine Interface].

However, the superjob died in the [Ertraum] incident the other day, and we haven't heard of the continued [Super Pilot] being born.

Even if it was a captured spy, I heard it was an [Armored Pilot].

(But is the latter possible anyway...?)

After all, the Congress sent a spy into the city.

Even though I was caught stupidly, my gear wasn't too strange.

Well, if you don't load the power reactor, what you make at this cost will become junk.

(The giant weapon inside... the power reactor and artificial intelligence were lost, but if the power reactor were supplemented with this machine...)

What's the matter?

"... let's see if we can dismantle this plane."

Researchers decide to dismantle the white aircraft in order to confirm their own ideas.

If this is from the Ruins, I'll be careful, but it belongs to a spy. It's no big deal if it breaks.

Thinking about this, we began to prepare the heavy machinery for dismantling by pulling it out of the [garage].

"Because it's a beautiful aircraft, I feel like it's a waste..."

"But we can't afford to leave the weapon here for admiration."

"I see... that's right?"

The coworker looked up at the white plane and tilted his neck to see if he noticed anything.

What's the matter?

"It looks like the camera eye of this plane just moved..."

"The cockpit is empty as you can see. It's probably because of your imagination."

While we were talking, the door to the research facility opened.

The researcher looked at the door and wondered if something had been brought in.

― ― A group of glowing powered suits were pointing their firearms at them.

"...... What about you?"

Shortly after the question was raised, he and his colleagues swept a magic firearm into a beehive.

The Powered Suit Group...... The slaves under the control of [Husan Shen] broke into the research facility and divided the light that lived in them into indoor corpses and machines, as they had done elsewhere.

The researchers' bodies were restored and rose, and other machines that were under study and the heavy machinery that was about to be used moved alone.

As a result, [Husan Shen] added more pawns and spread destruction outside the research facility...



However, the Powered Suit and the body of the researcher stopped.

The interior of this research facility is already filled with the light of [Fusanshen].

Light also replaces MP, so machines that move with magic work without any problems.

But... there are things that don't move.

It's a white plane that the researchers were investigating.

Even with the light, there was no sign of movement.

…………

[Fusan Shen] 's slave... the pseudo-soul that lived in it had no logical or linguistic thoughts, but simple emotional thoughts.

Therefore, for the immobile aircraft, I asked the nuances of "Does it not have the ability to move on its own?" and "Is there not enough light?"

And the slaves of light gathered together, and poured light into the white airframe, saying, "If it is not enough."

Then, the white plane began to move heavily as they expected...

"-" Paint Napalm ""

― ― I burned down everything in the room.

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A research facility that burns as it raises black smoke into the sky.

The scorching crushed the outer wall, and the white aircraft came out without a scratch from the inside.

The difference from before it started is that the cockpit hatch is closed and there is some soot on it.

{Totally... it's annoying. Even though it's meaningless to me, you can't swarm and scrub it..... "

The white fuselage emits a man's voice from an external speaker... but its interior remains unattended.

”However, the pilot was silent that he would not cause any problems and would not let the dead die in vain, but this could not be helped. As far as the radar goes, there weren't any survivors."

The white plane that burned down the research facility said, "I'm sorry that it was cremated, but it was necessary to deal with the Undead," and this time, it destroyed the wall surrounding the city hall and went out to the street.

Looking around, it looks similar to the inside of a research facility.

A picture of hell where a living being is attacked by a lifeless thing with a lot of light.

"Now, as long as I'm not gone, I don't think the pilot is still alive, but... now, how long will it last?" [Pilot] without a fuselage or something fragile. ”

The white fuselage shakes its head like "Damn it".

Seeing such a white plane as an adversary, the surrounding Powered Suit fires from all directions.

However, this will be the first stage on the plane (me). "If you retreat like this, you'll be gone for too long..." You're the only pilot who's got me. "

The white plane dodges bullets in a gentle motion on the reverse of the heavy form, talking to itself.

On paper, it was like a superhuman pilot on board.

Thermal Missile

Then, the white plane burned down the group of Powered Suits that attacked it without getting hit.

"... oh, although it's necessary to confirm the pilot's actions in his absence, it's annoying to have to leave an audio log. Even though it shouldn't have been long since it was generated as a reward, the unpleasant memories (...) are about to come back to life."

The sound of humans exhaling, the white plane so foolishly complained.

”Anyway, this is the situation. Let's find you a pilot before you die on your own.”

With that said, the white plane went somewhere.

I didn't think Winter Orb's hell was a threat.

Hell, even if it's a road you've already crossed.

To be continued