It's all one flower.

"Oh no... ugh!

The [cage (vagina) of the submissive demon (Juma)], which Rubel, the demon costume soldier, possessed, did take effect.

Magic spreads like a net from the mouth of a brown vial, intertwining and removing demonic asthma cannons. But that's it. The mass of darkness that accompanied the large trailer was frightening, and the net of magic disappeared after a thousand cuts.

"I guess I grew up overgrown and crossed the [cage of submissive demons] capacity. [Meteor Formation] We're retightening it."

The demon soldier Rubel returned to me in the sober voice of Senior Aschug and received a silver thread roll. The ends are already bracketed on the trunk of the tree.

Another thread roll was removed from the pocket of the magic [armor], and Senior Aschug surrounded the dark giant opposite Rubel. I cast the same spell twice, this time removing a small grain of sapphire from the West Porch.

"I don't know how much time I can keep it down with the control code. Multiply until the yarn runs out."

Giving silver thread to demon soldier Rubel, Senior Aschug brought out the magic of the sapphire. Spread the silver thread around the roots of the trees, surrounding the demonic asthma cannon, bound by the curse of the control sign and no longer wandering around.

... How many days does it take to make a massive [cage of submissive demons]?

What will happen if we find the troops of the Lacrimaris army hunting for the wind tree before it is finished?

Scolding his dull feet at the dark anticipation, Rubel altered his height to stretch multiple silver threads, surrounding a magical creature that had left the control of the army. If the demon asthma cannon were to unleash its accumulated magic, it would be impossible to break through this enclosure on its own.

Senior Aschug took the parchment and pen out of the West Porch and placed it under the stone making a [leap] landmark.

When the two returned to the command headquarters of the Nemoralis Army, they were passed through a secret discussion as if they could not wait.

Senior Aschug briefly reports the failure of the mission.

I didn't mind the demon soldier Rubel, but General Al Jadi turned them down and told me to work for them.

"Well... if it hadn't been for the attack of the Lacrimalis army, it would have gone well... It helps me to take good afteraction. Thank you."

In response to the coup, only three military executives, including the general, assembled during the clandestine debate. Instruct the Navy Staff to procure a high capacity [Juma cage] and a monitoring system for the Magic Asthma cannon, and turn to the two of them.

"Brand New... If you want to make room for growth, it will take time to procure materials for [The Devil's Cage]. The creation itself…"

"Please quote for more than six months"

"Can we hurry?

Turn your face only to the Navy Staff, General Al Jadi asks. To a voice that was neither hurried nor stuffed, the Navy staff retracted for some reason and replied.

"Ha. How many minutes is it different from the original earthenware…"

"I don't care about the Lacrimaris army. Don't fail to keep tabs on the Nemus Liberation Army."

Senior Asheug was joined by the Army's Negna side squad, and Demon Soldier Rubel was given a sentinel assignment on the Navy flagship.

"Aschug, you can keep your gear up. The local commander... has spoken to the Army lieutenant."

Regardless of the success or failure of the Devil's Asthma Cannon Capture Operation, the next assignment was apparently decided.

Senior Aschug saluted and left early during the secret discussion.

"Rubel can also keep [armor] intact. Spare uniforms are available for the flagship. We're waiting at Cravel Harbor."

"The Nemus Liberation Army and their raids..."

"Their numbers are still low. It occupies the capitol and the senator's quarters, the press, and the vast majority is immobile. Some move around the city and launch sporadic attacks, but the [armor] will prevent it."

"If you encounter it, how would you like it?

General Al Jadi's licence was slightly loose.

Demon soldier Rubel awaits orders pretending not to notice.

"The Nemus Liberation Army says they don't kill the defenceless public."

... So why don't you change into your personal clothes and hide your badge (today)?

"Your magic and your body, you don't look like an amateur. It would be more bothersome to pretend to be a warcraft exterminator than to hide it badly."

Seen through by General Al Jadi, Rubel frightened.

A Navy staff member retrieves the flower petal (Hayaraba) from Rubel's collar (Eri) and gives him the body of the flower. He says the petals are in the hands of the flagship and the captain of an air defense ship off the coast of North Zakart City, as well as the demon-mounted soldiers who are about to take up an interception mission.

"Even in the absence of a demon asthma cannon, it doesn't change what you do. The guerrillas have crushed Aquillo Base, making it a little easier."

"What?"

"What, you weren't listening to the radio?

"Ha. When will it be broadcast?

"Last week, a man named Nemoralis Sabotage sent a crime statement to our national broadcaster and to the news outlets of Artel, Lacrimalis and Amitostigma."

General Al Jadi distorted his mouth only funny, but the Navy Staff and Army Staff Assistant bit down the bitter worm.

We are the "Nemoralis Grief Squad".

It's an organization of Nemoralist aspiring prostitutes.

We gathered to stop the indiscriminate attacks of the Kirkurs so that no more innocent people could be lost.

The Aquillo base was destroyed with the courageous soldiers of our Nemoralis Grief Squad and the Warcraft attack that we summoned with our spell.

It is a difficult outrage for the Army of the Republic of Artel to destroy the land of the neutral kingdom of Lacrimalis with bloody wind trees, taking the lives and dwellings of people, flora and fauna unrelated to the war.

Even in the light of international law, the indiscriminate slaughter of civilians, territorial violations and pollution of neutral countries are by no means permissible acts.

Even if the Nemoralis Army were to use magic creatures, which is inhumane or a sinful act, in a demonic asthma cannon that carried out only the interception of Artel Army bombers on the lake and protected Nemoralis' land and non-combatants from indiscriminate attacks, or an Artel Army drone that massacred non-combatants in indiscriminate bombings of Nemoralis' cities, generating a large number of refugees?

If you are proud to be a man of reason and wisdom, I want you to think deeply for once.

The offending statement by General Al Jadi, who read the materials on the plane in his hand, struck the demon soldier Rubel in the chest.

... Right. It's not the tool itself that's bad, but the person who uses it... even though it's the way to use it.

Previously, I heard that drones were like a plane golem. It is unconvincing to be told that it is not a magical creature that protects people from that indiscriminate bombing.

... even though, according to the old treaty, I didn't let it breed.

I've even been willing to say what I shouldn't.

"Leave the response to the Nemus Liberation Army to the Army"

"Ha"

"Since Lacrimaris' blockade of the lake, Lanista's bombers have stopped coming here, directly, but the supply of ammunition to the Artel army has continued"

"Ha! I won't divulge a single aircraft, I'm on alert."

Rubel, the demon soldier, left the base gate on a run.

[Jump] to a small high hill overlooking the capital, Cravel.

Quite past noon, but still early in the evening.

Check the area around the gate with [telephoto] technique. The entrance to and exit from the capital within sight of it without a shield is open, but the cars running on the national highway just left, and there was not a single one to enter Cravel.

The lanes escaping the fighting between the government forces and the Nemus Liberation Army have been thrown out through three gates.

What happened at the gates that would be blind spots?

Switch the procedure to [Sovereign] and clear the barrier.

The security forces and those who wrapped up [armor] from the days of the old kingdom were fighting.

A mixture of the people of the lake and those of the land, with slightly more green hair. It was clearly captured with the eyes of [the enemy] that emitted [spears of light] and [arrows of light] from the shadows of things.

... That's the Nemus Liberation Army? I can't believe I let that go downtown...!

Earlier, I figured out the reason for the sarcastic grin that the general floated, and my spine froze.

The Nemus Liberation Army's gain is not a modern weapon such as a gun, but an old kingdom-era weapon - Rubel also used it on this mission, and is still a sword embedded with Pei (ha) Ku [Crystal of Magic].

... that? Gear now, don't they think you're one of them?

Security forces and the PLA, it's going to be a hassle to find either way.

Rubel examined the perimeter of the gate where the lane stretched to the interior of the building (crushing) with the eyes of [the enemy].

There are no crowds, as was the busy illusion the other day, and the store is mostly closed. After closing the building, people were killing their breath and listening to the radio as they blocked windows with furniture.

Confirm that there is no appearance of armed forces and [jump].

Stand right next to the fence and drop off the evacuating lane for a while.

He wore a blanket, lowered his posture, and didn't even know how many people were on it, except those who gripped the handle with a stretched face.

Run all the way down the pedestrian path to the square and now jump to the harbor.

There was no sign of the flagship at the usual place of return.

When I see it from the hill, I finally bite my teeth that I should have checked. [Sovereign] I hung back up and looked around, and I was moored in front of Harbor Park.

The children of the returning refugees have crossed their brains, but shake off the sentiments and confirm the position of the deck.

All Nemoralis Navy ships are Magic Machine ships.

Like the base, a junction is applied that prevents [leaps] from outside. A slight landing point is provided at the end of the deck from which the crew embarks and disembarks.

The demon soldier Rubel touched the [flower ear] he put on his collar and told the captain to board, [jumping].