＜Infinite Dendrogram＞

□ ■ Northwest Alter Kingdom/Plains

We sealed each other's attacks, but that one time the offense isn't over.

'Huh...! The next bullet is coming! Shield change!

To the call of the Black Three Ghosts, a companion in a support fuselage will be fitted to the back of [FSC] instead of a shield that has fallen into dysfunction.

In the meantime, Alberto wears a further annihilation weapon and comes on his way as he takes the bombing course again.

Alberto's spear or the shield of the Black Three Ghosts, dead-heat which runs out first.

In the meantime, the forces of both armies move.

"I'm coming! I don't think so!

Kingdoms jumping out of the forest department rush through with earthquake toward an imperial position closed to scowl.

Cutting ahead is a werewolf cherry blossom that has been enhanced by special skills, followed by a bunch on a ground dragon or [second model].

"Colonel! [Radio Battalion] Ha!

"You can't keep this rain from clearing up."

'Then this phase, let's move!

Along with the time-honoured dialogue, several airframes set in motion at the imperial position.

"Yes! The Black Three Ghosts are holding back the [Destroyed King]! We'll try, too!

"Uhm! All men... it is a departure!

It was countless mechanical weapons that jumped out of empire positions smoking in the rain.

None of them [Marshall III].

However, there is not a single body of vegetables operated by Full Metal Wolves.

They are all custom machines like [FSC], some of which are riding huge support machines over the main body.

In addition, the fuselage colors were also divided into personal colors.

That's the Pilot Squad.

It is a group of fuselages that combine custom tailored to individual orders and "evolutionary" based on the premise that there is an environment.

"Everybody! It's small, but don't take it off!

"'Copy that!

Pilots of custom planes riding the Machine Tiger call on their mates, cutting ahead and jumping into kingdom power.

"The crap of the Empire is here!

"No!

A fuselage on a mechanical tiger waves a giant double-edged horse slayer knife, and the wolf cherry blossom intercepts with its own entangled exoskeleton blade.

"My Love Machine [Wuzhu]! My, [Woo (V), Foo (Tiger), Zian (General)]! Think I can stop you with that fine arm (...)!

"You tell me! Then I'll pull you out of every fuselage with that slender arm!!

The kingdom and imperial forces clash in a derisive clash between the two men at the head of the two armies.

Machines of performance beyond man collide against kingdom avant-garde of superhuman physical abilities.

A clash of < masters > as a kingdom of knights and machines that was rarely seen in the former wars.

This was a battle against the trend of the nation, but at the same time, it also starts the hearts and minds of the men who will come to the battle.

Same goes for Super.

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"Huh, haha..."

One man's voice stains inside a tank that cut off communication.

That belongs to Murdoch.

But a laugh slightly different from a flair such as an inert military man.

It was that way of laughing, like I couldn't get a laugh from the bottom of my belly.

"Huff, hahahahaha...... fun, dude"

From the overhead, jade clouds descend the scowl, weapons of destruction emitting explosions are inhibited by a huge barrier system, and on the battlefield in front of them, people and machines crash into each other.

Such a hell of a battlefield, such a hell of a battlefield, but Murdoch was watching the game with a heartfelt grin.

"The tactics over here have collapsed, but it's been a fun development inside. This is it. I came to the Empire because I wanted to do this, I... I was in < Infinite Dendrogram > hoping for this."

Of thoughts of the universe, solo.

"It was worth the wait I've been waiting for"

…………

The crew does not respond to his words.

Keep your expressionless face (switch now) and move your hand (because it's off).

"I can't do this alone. I can do it because everyone is here. Play with everyone. Dance in circles."

Murdoch groaned delightfully,

- Let me dance in the circle, too.

With words, tap the switch that was placed in the car manager's seat.

Shortly afterwards, a noise called Gashari sounded from outside the vehicle.

It was as if... it sounded like removing a heavy shackle.

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During Emerada's scowl, a group of positions away from kingdom forces made their way into the Imperial position.

It was a troop tactical group that got party-by-party combat among the < K&Rs >.

"This one will crush the example tank while you fight the robots."

"Roger. How to break it in [Gem] in" Crisfi "?

"That's fine. Just in case, two in two."

With heavy rains making it difficult for them to visually defeat each other, they reach [Radio Battalion] using a combination of skills to cover up the signs.

A silver body made of misthrills. But the main gun, the electromagnetic projectile, was sealed and now turned into a figurine on the battlefield.

"Sounds like a fire rope gun when it rains."

"... well, I didn't even use a spark rope in warrior-era style heaven and earth"

Reminds us of our country of origin and the leader of this troop tactical group laughs bitterly.

"Yeah, well, it could explode, so we can't detonate Crisfi until it's gone."

"Explosion?"

"Rail guns eat electricity like idiots. If there's a weird motive that can cover it, there can be an explosion."

To the leader's remarks, his men tilt their necks.

"Is that all you need?

"About 25 megawatts (...), I guess. I'm not thinking about L.A."

Strangely familiar - in fact, I've written reports on high school assignments I went through in real life - it was a statement by the leader, but my men made me catch my face.

"... there are a hundred units here, right?

"That's the level at which you're going to need many thermal power plants. That's why they said it's hard to be practical. Maybe the Empire has developed more efficient generators than the real ones."

While we talk about that, each group, including them, finishes installing a bomb replacement [gem].

The eastern half of the Imperial position, half of all 100, have been set up, and the remaining half are the minds to destroy in the turmoil created by the explosion now.

"detonation"

At the same time as the leader's words, [Radio Battalion] is destroyed in the wake of a zero-distance bombing by the Crimson Sphere.

Whether it was Mithrilled armor, it had melted before the Crimson Sphere, which had the greatest firepower of advanced magic.

"Unlike the new human form over there ([Marshall III]), magic defense is no big deal"

"Well, they're coated with that, so...?

That's how the leader sees something odd inside the melted armor, in the internal structure wet by the rain.

No, not exactly...... it was odd because I didn't see it.

The mechanism of the rail gun, which as a tank is known also by mediocre drivers, computer-equivalent objects and leaders in the dossier.

That was all I had.

"... engine (...), where"

Instead of generators, there is no power generating apparatus.

It is an unmanned tank, but therefore there is no cockpit, and therefore it is not possible to convert the magic of the crew.

The leader shook his spine at the odd chills.

For the analogy, when I opened the cover of the lightly running mini 4WD, it was as if the battery and motor weren't in it...... creepy.

"Um, isn't there some kind of cable stretching out of the body of the car?

"Huh? Ah..."

It was in the midst of heavy rainfall sight, but my men pointed out that there was a black cable that led to the center of the body of the car, and I realized it was going through the ground.

"Transmission line (...)?"

Familiar equipment in real life, which is why leaders are surprised.

Then it's as if there are even power plants that draw electricity.

"Do you want to use local attribute magic?

"... please"

In the confusion caused by the bombing, the other parties are moving to bomb the remaining tanks.

But this question really caught on, and the leader nodded to his subordinates' recommendations.

At the end of the cable, what is there?

"I'll get it out!

Cables in the ground are magically exposed to the ground.

There is not a single cable stretching in a straight line, but extending from all the tanks around us.

The transmission line extending from several tanks is eventually bound, at its end point… nothing.

No, it seemed like nothing - it seemed.

But if you keep an eye out, the rain grains that descend are moving to slip through some surface.

"Optical camo......?

Optical stealth function, the same as the [radio battalion] that shelled the kingdom forces in the air.

With that in use, there's something there that was connecting power lines to countless tanks.

"I'll blow it up...!

"Copy that!"

They understood that this object was the enemy's need.

Hence [Gem] in his hand and throws it into a hidden object.

But at the same time… a noise called Gashari sounded and one end of the transmission line fell to the ground.

On the surface of something transparent, the flames of the Crimson Sphere spread.

A flame that has a proven record of destroying as many as fifty tanks in this battlefield.

It distorts the air, strips away the cover called optical camo,

- I didn't scratch one of the beings behind it.

Behind the blast flames is a chariot with a black body.

But the blast flames - were held back by the luminescent walls deployed by black tanks.

"This, is...!

It's not Maggie, it's not like the silver tanks that line up.

Just one pair, a pitch-black tank.

They immediately understood who the special vehicle belonged to.

"Tank discovery believed to belong to Murdoch Martinez!

He said he was there to rule this battlefield.

"Attack!

Determine that the attack by Gem is ineffective and form in their own party fight… We will not enter a coordinated fight using Embrio as well.

Set up Arms' Embrio and swing it down to a tank guarded by a wall of light with his fellow avant-gardes.

- Moments, the wall of light turns into violet electricity, and huge currents penetrate them.

Continuous lightning strikes burned them and instantly electrocuted them by continuous electric shocks, even after [brooch] instant death avoidance.

"Leader!"

My men using local attribute magic who were in the rear guard were not caught in that electric shock.

As a token of what I should do, I will generate a magical spike of the local attributes from directly beneath the tank, and I will not flip the body of the vehicle.

But just before that, the tank in front of him disappeared.

Spike pierces the space where the tank existed, like proof that it is not an optical camouflage.

But tanks aren't there already. It wasn't even an infinite orbit, it was moving.

No, in the first place......

(That tank, the wheel...!?

Of that thought, in the middle.

The tank, which instantly circled behind her, smashed [the brooch] by firing an electromagnetic projectile from close range, crushing her body and life in the ensuing assault.

Or the expression crushed could be a mistake.

There is no infinite orbit in that tank.

I don't even have a wheel like a wheeled tank.

The black tank was floating in space by its own emitting electromagnetic field.

The high speed of travel without getting to the ground is very similar to a certain brilliant jade horse.

"Vulnerability when stopped by. I understand, but [Radio Battalion] still has room for improvement. '

From the black tank, with a sigh, he heard Murdoch mourning the [radio battalion] that had crushed half.

As the leader of the Troop Tactical Group thought, this tank is Murdoch's ride.

And the mysterious identity of [Radio Battalion] 's power, which was her question, was his < Embrio >.

The four principles of power generation, storage, transmission, and charging are the "thunderbolt" - the ability characteristics of Murdoch Martinez.

Its power can also cover large cities alone, which is why it can operate a [radio battalion] with no decent power.

But now Murdoch was removing the transmission lines that were connected to [Radio Battalion] and concentrating all of his large power on single-horse operations.

"Which way, if it doesn't clear, [Radio Battalion] can't be used. Toggle how to join. '

"Eye Captain"

Notice the movement around Murdoch and other < K&R > members concentrate their attacks on black tanks.

Troop tactical groups of < K&R > move in tandem, and group tactical groups timing it to rain countless arrows into the tank.

The arrow, enhanced by skill, had the power to hurt and pierce whether it was Mithril's armor.

But none of those arrows penetrate the wall of light - the electromagnetic barrier, and the electromagnetically floating tank is much faster away than the avant-garde approaching.

Without closing in on your opponent's attack, sharpen the kingdom's < master > with a pull and fire electromagnetic projectile.

Hardest, fastest, strongest.

A tank that is not as perishable as the Baldollar, but is dedicated to pure combat power.

That is Colonel Murdoch Martinez's machine of love, [Tolhammer].

"Come on, which bills will the kingdom cut to crush [Tolhammer]?

Murdoch Martinez was sincerely enjoying the war (game), laughing happily in [Tolhammer] 's car.

To be continued