It's all one flower.

Wizard guard Oriol sighed as he returned the water mass to the [endless bottle].

"Don't you have to kill him or something?

"When there's a corpse, there's a demon gushing, and you're gonna receive meat right away, right?

"Oh... I'm going to throw it away in the distance, it's a hassle"

It's a waste of magic and time to unlock the [key] hung on the fire door and re-hang it.

When Juvenile Soldier Morph entered the room, Oriole hung a [key] on this door as well. Just in case, the two of us move our desks and beds and block them in front of the door.

Is that Artel soldier a bit of an upper class or a room for two? The same goes for this room, but most of the rooms have lights on and there is a noticeable risk of rejection when turned off.

Juvenile soldier Morph placed a chair in the center of the room.

"Get some rest."

"If you peek without a water wall, you'll be shot through the head, won't you?

"Soho, Soho, Soho"

Oriol, tired of continuing to use his magic, lowers his hips without saying any more.

The boy soldier Morph reached out and opened the window as he hid himself on the wall. Hot air blows in, and now I'm reminded of the coolness in the room.

I look out softly at the smell of burning. I could clearly see my shadow in the light that fell to the ground, and the boy soldier Morph rushed to pull his face in.

Clear your ears to the sound of things outside.

Gunshots and explosions, far away.

It's unclear what happened to the building next door where the Warcraft broke in. At least, I don't hear gunshots. If we eat up the people inside, we might even come to this building. I left the body of an Artel soldier, but Morph didn't know how satisfied I would be if I ate it. If I'm stumbling around, there 'll be demons pouring out of that body, too.

... Looks like an important facility over there from what I just saw while running.

Almost the southwest end of the site is this building. It sandwiches vast spaces illuminated by military vehicle lights and search lights, with warehouses, other buildings and tall buildings lining the east side. It looks like all the important buildings are on the east side of the base.

Enough to say control "tower," so I guess the tallest building seen on the northeast edge is where Captain Solgnac and the others aspire. The troops that went to destroy the control tower, like the Morphs' squadrons, place the powerful people and the powerless people in half.

A warehouse-like building rises in brilliantly lit lights. Fighter hangars or maintenance yards. There is a guard par Little, who has completed the art of the [plummeting eagle] school, and guerrillas of the rest of the powerless people on their way.

Boy soldier Morph, once again, peered out the window.

Tank silhouettes float in distant lights and cannons erupt into flames. The landing is at the top of the building. He can no longer pretend to be a warcraft opponent fortified with [Tears of the Mage]. The feeling is well understood by Juvenile Soldier Morph. In the city of Masrina, I remember when I was chased by a giant warcraft for about a minute in the neighborhood, and a cold sweat conveys my spine.

Near this barracks, I saw no shadows, no tanks.

... Here, you still have soldiers, but you abandon them?

No reinforcements coming.

Artel soldiers must have watched the Morphs break into this barracks and the next building.

Juvenile soldier Morph hits the wall and tells him how he's doing as he sees it.

Security guard Oriole glanced at the watch.

"You've got about half an hour to pull it off. The main battlefield's like that way, and you want to go help Par Little's squad?

"A few sus, that? I'll help you. If you stick around, you're going back to base?

Boy soldier Morph heard as he put the grenade back in his tactical vest pocket. Guard Oriol nods with his magic knife in his sheath.

"If it feels like it, I'll leave it to the Warcraft to pull them all off."

As for the Warcraft, I also agree with the Boy Soldier Morph of the powerless people.

Four demons were summoned by the guerrillas of the powerless people in [summons]. Shortly after it manifested itself in the world, it gained its magic from the [tears of the sorcerer] of the Nemoralis, who died carelessly, all of whom received flesh at the size of a tank and were rampaging around.

There are no demon soldiers in the Artel of Kirkulus. Fearing rebellion, powerful people and Fraxinus are being pushed into the island of Lanterna.

With the power of the Artel army, you can't fathom a monster without an entity at all. After receiving flesh and warcrafting, destroy flesh and return to the original world, so even modern weapons can fight critical battles. That's why they disperse the power of the Artel army.

Still, I agreed to pull it off half an hour earlier than planned.

A lot of pockets covering the upper body of the morph are still about half packed with contents. A spare cartridge of automatic small arms remained roundly untouched on the ammunition belt I put on my hips.

"Ammo or something. I'm still out of ammo."

"Just this once, you're not wacky enough to have to run out, are you?

"Well... but..."

"Magic and ammunition, if you can save money in preparation for the next time, you can't go beyond that..."

We got an explosion in the wind, and guard Olyor shut his mouth.

The wind across Lake Lacus strokes the continent's base fertilely and leaves.

The fighting was still going on.

"But other than the troops over there, Mr. Perlittle, you're a powerless people? Don't you have to go to the scissors?

"You're giving me more spells and stuff for that matter."

... Isn't the spell the only way you should save money? Even if I let Leno, the craftsman of the little one, help me, he was such a heck of a bitch, and he didn't have enough ingredients, so what, he just said it.

Juvenile soldier Morph seemed unnatural what guard Oriol said.

If they point it out poorly and leave you, Morph can't get out of this room alone. Iron plaid on the window and [key] of the procedure on the door. The room is small, if you break the wall with a grenade, you won't be unharmed. Even scratches to the point of being able to move, smell the smell of blood and make it easier for Warcraft to target you.

Tank cannons split (crumble) the atmosphere at night, shaking the windowsills of the barracks.

"What are you fighting for?

To the silent boy soldier, the wizard guard asked in a gentle voice why.