It's all one flower.

"I don't know what kind of weapon you can use on the police over here."

A lost agent drops his gaze on a terrorist rolling on the floor.

The police station was raided first. Subsequently, he grasped that the Central Civic Hospital had also been attacked, but was unable to send out rescue personnel due to lack of manpower.

About half of the demonic cops are already out in support of the three coastal districts. I also paid for the rest in a rescue request from within this district.

Emergency convocations hung not only for the nonworking, but also for registered retirees.

The only people left in the department are the office attendants and clerical and other general staff, and the chief who is in charge of the whole thing.

A terrorist entered the police station after being disputed by a citizen who arrived looking for help.

Throw the hidden grenade behind the police station.

Explosions and roars.

Smoke and debris.

Death and fear.

Multiply it with confusion and cut it off with a knife or whatever, killing the evacuee.

The local population has a large number of Flaxinus of powerless people.

Asking the police for help is a "powerless people" who cannot use magic and can neither escape nor defend themselves on their own.

Disputed by the Flaxinus of the land people, terrorists of the same land people wave the blade of vice in the crowd.

It's not like the infiltrators can't fight either, but they can't safely control it unless they identify the object of the magic and capture the target accurately.

The damage also spreads while the response is time-consuming to avoid involving innocent (mumps) people.

He who is unable to move because of fear is pushed, thrust, fallen, and trampled.

And it came to pass, that a man with legs fell down, and not long after he arose, many legs ran through him.

Yet another falls over him who falls.

Under the feet of an adult, a small child is trampled.

An evacuee attempting to escape arrived at the exit and a crowd avalanche broke out.

Grenades are thrown into places where people gather.

Explosion.

Rubble and human body scattered, put aside for a moment and scream.

Black smoke from the fire flows through the hole in the wall. Wrapped in dust and smoke, the confusion deepens.

Aim outside while the evacuees cough. Throughout it, terrorists slaughter them as soon as they can.

Officials were divided into those pursuing terrorists entering the interior while throwing grenades and those capturing terrorists killing citizens.

Double or triple the defense technique and enter the group of evacuees.

Against the flow of people, approaching a man wielding a blade.

"The Moral Ones are now blaming..."

One of the in-house clerks casts a spell as he approaches and stops in front of the knot words. The enchanted magic shines faintly in its hands. I positioned myself diagonally behind the terrorist and grabbed that wrist.

"... tie me up."

The moment I uttered the word of the knot, a gleaming rope of magic appeared from the hands of the officials. He tangles the terrorist's wrist, crawls his torso wrapped around his arm, and stretches and tightens it as it spreads to his feet.

Officials pull down the arms of terrorists. A magic rope wrapped around his ankle stretched further and crawled up his torso.

Terrorists try to escape, but the rope of magic squeezes harder and seals the movement. The arm pulled down by the official was also wound with the torso and secured with the blade in his grip.

Officials let go of their hands and kicked the terrorists behind their knees.

Terrorists jerked off by a rope of magic are rolled to the floor softly.

Asylum-seekers watch over the far wind.

Five captured terrorists on the floor, dozens of evacuees falling into explosions and murder blades, and squatting wounded more than double that.

Take up the murder weapon and kick men like minotaurs in the corner.

"Kuh...... kill it!

"... it's not police business"

Veteran's housekeeper looks down on the floor cold at the bugs.

Officials, with ties and handkerchiefs everywhere, applied tourniquets to the wounded.

The neighbouring civil hospital has also been raided.

Hospital staff also had half a century of service experience in civil unrest. Patients and evacuees, guided by hospital staff, overcome the body in the parking lot and flee to police premises.

The people of the lake and the powerful land were [leaping] on their own and taking refuge somewhere.

It is unclear at the moment how many medical doctors have survived.

Even if there are doctors and nurses, that's what science doctors do, and now that hospital facilities and medications are unavailable, the treatment of the injured does not leave the area of first aid.

Control the terrorists in the precinct, and several people head to the hospital for rescue.

A car with overcapacity driven by a powerless people barely passes through the civil hospital and the police.

The sun had already fallen and outside the range of running away headlights were engulfed in deep darkness.

On the east side… the coastal part of Lake Lacus is lit by a fire that sears the heavens.

Fire fighting and residents' self-defense teams should be on fire extinguishing, but the fire never fades. Usually, officers who rush to the army and support can also participate in fire extinguishing activities using lake water.

"In the coastal area... what..."

An evacuee of a powerless people chased by flames continues to come up the hill.

Coal everywhere you wear it.

Do women and children not have the strength to cry, or walk about those who silently go forward with their vain (depressed) eyes? The flames also twitched and crawled up the hill as if to follow.