It's all one flower.

The demon soldier Rubel is sleeping on his bed in his quarters.

I remembered the battle a few days ago and was wondering what the Devil's Asthma Cannon (Maeko) was.

That day, landing in the port of Masrina coincided with the sunrise. The first light of the day illuminates a dark night harbor with no lights, no street lights, nothing.

When the horizon becomes white, one star blends in from the dark blue sky, another in the morning, and disappears.

The body of the city rose to the light of a morning still shallow in the spring. On that thin shadow dances the shadow of a crusader of rapid creation.

A voice of demon soldiers chanting spells flowed low into the early morning air, and exhales drifted white through the universe.

Rubel speaks of [Enemy] as a [Flying Horned Eagle (Beech Bear)] school magic warrior.

"Hazardous Predator Eye of the Bee Horned Eagle (Bee Bear) Capturing the Enemy Escape the Enemy Eye of the Bee Horned Eagle (Bee Bear)"

Circulate the expanded perception with surgery.

I turned to the west and felt like I didn't even have to look.

Something red and black is silly in the burning spot that bathes in the morning sun.

The other crew noticed "it" and watched in the same direction.

If it's that size, I can see it at this distance or even the naked eye that hasn't done anything.

In a burning field dotted with building wreckage, only one moving thing stood out well in the distance.

In Rubel's eyes, he can see up close.

Because of the different perspectives from the aerial photographs, it appeared more special.

There are giants like red and black mud walls squatting in ruins.

Nothing like a face, nothing like a limb. It's just a red and black chunk, but it seemed to Rubel that was bathing in the morning sun, squatting round his back.

Every time it wanders, it ripples.

The large tentacles in the report could not be seen from this angle.

Rubel put his gaze around the Warcraft.

There are no other demons or warcraft figures in the shadows of buildings or debris. On the contrary, there were no mischievous demons.

... Huh? Such an idiot.

I thought I'd overlooked it, and once again stared into the eyes that gained the power of [Sovereign].

In rubble clearances and abandoned buildings, through the ground to the basement, switch perspectives one after the other and look carefully.

"Rubel, what's going on? Something suspicious, too?

The captain called me. Rubel answers with her eyes around her.

"No... I don't"

"What?

"Other demons and miscellaneous demons... living humans, rats, sparrows, pigeons, ravens... nothing"

The captain and the other crew also looked around.

We circle our gaze near ourselves with normal spiritual vision and face Rubel with our necks tilted.

"Well, it's sunny..."

"They ate all the survivors, and the raw bait is gone, so they must be eating demons and miscellaneous demons nearby."

The captain blocked the demon soldier wearing the badge (yesterday) of the [plunging eagle (eagle)] from saying it with a suspicious face.

It makes me feel like I'm getting bigger than I've seen in aerial photographs, whether the human magic that was eaten was strong or thanks to co-eating.

"If that's all big, I won't take it off."

Turning around, the manipulator of the demon asthma cannon came right beside him. Next to it, the darkness of the size of the truck spreads.

In the morning sun, it seems like that's all the scenery has been smeared.

Those who see for the first time stand together.

The operator hurried and waved his hands in front of his chest, stopping the crusader.

"He's been watching from space lately, using artificial satellites and stuff like that, so just in case, he's camouflaged it with surgery."

"Camouflage......?

"Oh, this, demon asthma cannon"

"This is... Um..."

"Demon asthma cannon...... is it?

[Flying Eagle (Taka)] 's demon soldier exhaled in a ho on the operator's description. Captain confirms.

The other crew lifted their guard and looked up at the creepy lump of darkness.

The manipulator makes the captain snort in a light tone.

"Yes, yes. It's our secret weapon.... Mr. Rubel is a sentinel, and you've only seen the power."

"What... ah, ah. Every time… with a single blow, I made sure to wipe out all enemy aircraft"

I was suddenly upset by the conversation, but [the enemy] wouldn't cut it off.

In Rubel's reply, the crew knew nothing.

"This is..."

"Sugee......"

"I don't mind touching... okay?

"No, that's camben"

The [flying eagle] demon soldier, who was lightly turned down and hung out his hand, mumbled for a moment, but quickly regained his mind and said.

"If it's so powerful, maybe we don't need it?

The manipulator shook his head sideways to it.

"You were briefed at the operation meeting, weren't you? How many fighter planes did you fly? Same as a paper plane. But Warcraft isn't."

The captain will explain the rest.

Kirkulus believes in scientific civilization and denies all magical civilization.

The Republic of Artel was separated and independent as a Kirkulus State. As the operator put it, the Artel army had no defense against magic attacks at all.

But most Warcraft have a defense against magic. If you're a soldier, it's common sense.

"First, we have to undo his defense."

Attack with magic and receive enemies up to the range of effects of the surgery. If that makes it easy to scratch, leave immediately and leave it to the demon asthma cannon.

If an attack is played, try another technique. It also uses spells and other spells to disarm the Warcraft.

Fight a giant warcraft with no idea what it's capable of.

It's easy to say, but if the Warcraft finds out, they don't know what kind of attack they're going to hit. The appearance seems dull, but the means of travel and speed are also unknown.

Rubel spots the weakness of the Warcraft with [enemies] and [scratches] … he sees (misses) the defenses coming off, and tells the operator.

If the demon asthma cannon attack works, it will be quite powerful.

"At least we found out there were no other demons or mischievous demons"

The captain forcefully proclaimed looking around at the crusaders.

The crew and the manipulators of the demon asthma cannon snorted at it.

"I can focus on Warcraft. Let's get you in the mood!

By order of the captain, five members of the crew and the captain spread out, with the exception of Rubel. Placement as per prior meeting. [Flying] Leaving the earth in the art of [flying], some were in charge of attacks from above.

Rubel, the manipulator and the demonic asthma cannon slowly moved out of the port of Masrina and out onto the boulevard. [Flying Bee Horn Eagle (Beech Bear)] Faculty Rubel is a [Sovereign] way to tell the operator about the Warcraft.

There are no wooden houses or warehouses left to burn down, and there is little (or no) place to hide around the harbor.

"Yes, sir. Over here."

With the guidance of the operator, the demon asthma cannon moves. I don't stand one footstep.

... Camouflage doesn't work for me, you know what I'm saying?

Living and moving darkness. It's not like illusion. The demon asthma cannon itself is a mass of darkness.

Both the manipulator and the government announcement call it a "weapon," but it's an organism no matter how you look at it.

It's not a magic tool, it's alive.

It's odd that he's using demons he's recalled from other worlds under the contract of the Demon of Use.

If you are a demon, whatever the type, if you get sunlight, your activity will be dull. But the demon asthma cannon was always positioned on the falling deck of daylight to sweep the formation of enemy fighters with tremendous power.

... Is that weak?

Even if this athlete was blood related to the Lacrimaris royal family and possessed more magic than a crowd, I don't think he could use such a powerful demon.

Rubel's [enemy's] eyes were directed at the Warcraft, but his consciousness was directed at the Devil's Asthma Cannon.