It's all one flower.

No one likes to visit the ruins of abandoned buildings.

The Devil's Asthma and Ensign Razootchik celebrated the New Year peacefully in the city of Ignikans, the city of mainland Artel.

One demon soldier, Rubel, is staying at the Chernochnijnik Inn on Lanterna Island.

... how is everyone in the village doing?

If you use [the enemy] with all your might, you may see how things are in your hometown for a little while, but you can't afford to spend your magic on that. Rubel is now infiltrating enemy territory and operating.

The island of Artel Lanterna is an autonomous community of wizards, but if it is known to be a regular soldier of the Nemoralis army, it will not be for free.

Sit on the bed in one of the elegant inns for pedestrians and stare at a point on the wall. Its eyes were not stainless lacquered, but looked at the city of Ignikans on the opposite shore, the Air Force base located in its eastern part.

Under the sky just after sunrise, gaze into the concrete boneless building. [Sovereign] 's eyes broke through the wall, detailing what was going on inside.

On the floor below the control tower, there was a line full of machines and monitors that I wasn't quite sure about, and about a third of the seats were filled to say it was New Year's Eve.

When you look at the screen, it's apparently a flight simulator.

Much different from those of the Nemoralis Army, the actual runway and the surrounding landscape of the base were reflected instead of green lines on the black ground, on which various numbers, aiming rings, horizontal and vertical lines, etc. were (rasped).

Rubel, the demon soldier, was reminded of the difference in his scientific abilities with one of these, which made him anxious.

Artel army soldiers stare at the screen with a hard look.

... We're at war.

The other day, I saw news from the Barbatum Federation that a drone had been delivered.

I was surprised to publish such information on the internet where anyone could see it. Fifty planes are said to have been deployed to this Ignikans base. Touching the photograph shown on the tablet terminal showed up to the detailed specifications.

... Think Nemoralis doesn't have the internet anyway.

I was angry because I felt like I was being ridiculed, but as soon as I thought it would be information to reassure my own people, I leaned towards sympathy. I don't even think I told you everything on the news. You can actually see that it was offered more.

Under the floor, which combines the drone control room with the training room, were the conference room and the operations command room, where soldiers were also packed. The ground floor looks like an office, and this is the only vacation for the New Year or it's deserted.

Eyes on another building. In the tank hangar, the mechanic was busy working. Fire trucks, military car garages are separate.

A short distance away is the barracks. The day shift team has just woken up, and the old man with the beard is getting himself ready for sleep.

Unexpectedly the soldier stopped moving. I stare at the universe with my military uniform buttons fastened.

... what?

The [enemy] that Rubel uses just magnifies his sight, and he can't even hear it from far away.

Soldiers were solidifying for only a few seconds. They totally caught my eye. He quickly changed his clothes with a rugged face, and when he took a gun from under the bed, he suddenly jumped out into the hallway.

Follow the movement with your eyes.

There were already other soldiers out in the hallway. The ranks align the soldiers above and fly out of the barracks. Multiple troops split into armoured vehicles and the hurried destination was the ammunition depot.

A watchful soldier is gripping the tablet terminal with a crying face and crouching in the shadows.

... What are you doing, him?

Rubel flew [Sovereign] 's gaze inside the ammunition depot.

Men wearing tactical vests from the top of their everyday clothes were packing [endless bags] with allowances and gradual cases of guns and bullets.

"Ensign..."

Rubel, a demon-mounted soldier, spoke to Ensign Razootchik, who could lurk himself in an abandoned building in Ignikerns city. [Flower Ears] connects the two voices ignoring the distance.

"What happened?

"An unknown armed group is entering the arsenal at Ignikans base."

"Huh? How many? A powerful people?

"Er... eleven. All, men. It is divided into a clerk who puts up a gun and keeps an eye on the door and a clerk who packs weapons and ammunition in [endless bags]. One is a [plummeting eagle (eagle)]..."

An armored Artel Army car pulled up in front of the ammunition depot when it told me about the badge (yesterday) that came in my eyes.

There is one entrance and exit.

The soldiers with guns scattered near the door and around it, behind the building, and arrived at the placement.

Those in the warehouse without windows seemed unaware and were still looting.

"The Artel army has arrived at the placement.... Into!

I never threw a grenade into the arsenal.

The moment the door opens, it shoots indiscriminately at full auto. But the space just in front of the door just tinted light blue, and the intruder didn't fall.

"This is… [a wall of true water]!

Apparently, there are also users of the same [Flying Horned Eagle (Beech Bear)] school as Rubel.

A bounce pops out the door.

The intruder held hands in a few pieces, disappearing without missing anyone as one. [Leaps] I can't track them even if they're [opponents].

"The intruder was intact and [jumped]"

"Right. Probably the Nemoralis Grief Squad. The operation will run as planned, tonight."

Copy that.

The Nemoralis Grief Squad is a militant guerrilla. Revenge-burning civilians were boiling their businesses down to government forces that would not aggressively attack them, looting weapons, fuel, food, etc. in Artel territory, and raiding bases, Kirkulus churches, police stations, etc.

It was also their job last summer to destroy the Aquillo base at the western end of the Artel mainland. Many Nemoralists glorify them thanks to fewer air raids.

To say you refilled your weapons and ammunition would raid somewhere in the near future.

... Not this time, but if I'm bad at this, why don't you go with our operation?

Communicating his concerns, Ensign smiled bitterly over [Flower Ears].

"So as planned, this place is going to run tonight. Twice a day, the same place doesn't strike."

"Right..."

"I have the means to contact you. From then on. First, we have to get rid of the replenished drones alone."

Copy that.

The demon asthma cannon had people crawling down the alley late in the night after moving from the abandoned hospital to the abandoned building and feeding the cluttered demons well.

I let him rest in an abandoned building during the day, and now he's storing enough magic. The amount of magic you can accumulate has decreased for your body to become smaller, but you will still be able to release it a few times.

The demon asthma cannon, fed more than full, squatted (groaned) in bitterness behind the broken building, making Rubel somewhat pathetic.

... Tonight, when it's a little easier to let them release, move and feed them above their limits again... then to another base.

It's a simple operation.

The alleys of the Artel Republic are cluttered demons, with no foot stomping grounds, and are not invulnerable to bait. No clutter demons will occur on the marks that crawled the demon asthma cannon for a while.

... this has a good impact on the city's residents and is in the direction of stopping the war... wouldn't it be convenient to go?

Rubel shook off his sweet fantasies and watched over the disturbances at the enemy base.