It's all one flower.

The lights in the drinking area fell off.

Drunks and evening business people stop making noise in celebration of the New Year and are thrown out of the store.

Wait for the crowd to completely cease, and the pitch black deeper than the darkness of night moves.

Pay close attention and crawl through the unnaturally dark shadows created by LED streetlights. The demon asthma cannon traveled through the city of the mainland of Artel, following orders given by Rubel via the [flower ear] fixed by surgery.

Even at times like this when the date changes, from time to time, the car lights illuminate the street.

In the shadow that changed shape, the unchanging darkness was exposed. A petal-shaped curse reflects light and causes a cold sweat. Encourage yourself that the eyes of the security cameras should not reach the alley, and again give an order to move forward.

There was a figure on the roof of the miscellaneous building, at the edge of [Sovereignty] 's vision.

It is Ensign Lazutočik who follows us at a constant distance. In case of unforeseen circumstances, guard your surroundings from a different perspective from Rubel's [enemy] and the demonic asthma cannon that became the demon you used.

From the path where the demon asthma cannon crawled, the miscellaneous demon disappears. Attracted and absorbed into the dark mass as they jumped in themselves. I've already fed him more than full, but still, the demon asthma cannon won't stop eating.

... does it have anything to do with appetite?

Even now that Rubel signed a [contract for the use of demons], he could hardly (mostly) teach the specifications of this magical creature. Even while thinking about it, the Miscellaneous Demon touches the darkness, melting and collapsing and absorbing.

The city, inhabited only by the Kirkurs, had no other means of humiliating the miscellaneous demons than the light of day, and the road at night had no foot stomping ground.

Passengers who stayed until a few hours ago did not go through with it at all, whether they had a lot of half-vision where they could only see matter or because they were obsessed with tablet devices.

No matter where you turn, there is no path without cluttered demons.

Rubel rushed east with prayer to avoid throwing up before the demon asthma cannon reached its destination.

Through a section lined with miscellaneous buildings, enter a small private house or apartment neighborhood and crawl through an alley.

A powerful verbal whisper arrived in the [flower ear] worn on the collar (Eri).

The hearing of the demon asthma cannon captures the slight sound of walking behind it and delivers it to Rubel, the Lord of the Demons. There is no appearance of a person in [Sovereign] 's eyes, only footsteps follow. [Hidden] The technique.

Street lights brilliantly illuminate a quiet residential area.

I hit the boulevard and stepped out in front of a small church.

... that? You're not here?

The sign showed that the nursery was co-located. A peek into the garden reveals a small slide and sandbox. There were no miscellaneous demons in the space surrounded by white walls about the length of the adult's back.

Both the front sidewalk and the driveway, which no longer passes, are full of cluttered demons.

That's all there was, a pompous, clean space open.

... Kirkurs also make the church as pretty as it is in a spiritual sense. It's like [the junction] but...

"Ahh!"

Unexpectedly speaking, Rubel suppressed his mouth in the underground Chernochnijnik inn. A [flower ear] wore on the collar brings in a whisper from the city of Ignikans.

"What's up?

"There are [exorcisms] and [junctions] in the walls. Uh... well, to the church..."

"Right."

With Ensign Razootchik's unsatisfactory response, he was reminded that now was not the time, and proceeded east with the Devil's Asthma Cannon.

Residential and factory mix in private houses and apartments, with more warehouses and garages instead of dwellings as we move east.

Every building I have ever seen is new and small, because it has been destroyed in half a century of civil unrest and less than thirty years since it was rebuilt.

As we go east, the first floor is the factory, the second floor is the dwelling. The small building decreases, the pure town factory increases, and the size increases.

The warehouse also has a large house with large trailers and trucks sleeping in the garage. Behind the warehouse a small demon was roaming the carcass of a rat.

The wind from Lake Lacus and others makes the wires squeak high.

Ensign Razootchik hung [Hidden] again after being distracted by a tiger falling whistle.

East of Warehouse Street is a recreational area.

Land buried with dead grass was surrounded by fences and iron strip nets. Much less cluttered demons than where people live thanks to the lack of anything to block the sun.

There are no street lights, but even the half-moon light gave me a pretty good view.

"The fence of the earth leaves the quiet invisible Wing Yuzhen (Hafu) to go vertically through the heavenly road cloud road (Amakukuku)"

Ensign Razootchik appeared, and his body wrapped around a dark blue coat floated in the universe. Increase altitude and look down on the base. Demons dancing in the sky were kicked in with [exorcism].

"Crawl up"

When Rubel, the demonic soldier, gave the order in powerful words over [the flower's ear], the lump of darkness grabbed onto the fence and crawled up lukewarmly, without a sharp iron stripe net as one.

"Go east."

The demon asthma cannon crawled down the fence and flowed over the dead grass.

In a mere metal thorn that is unmanipulated, one scratch cannot be inflicted on the magical creature, the Demon Asthma Cannon. Even if the ship was sunk with a missile, it crawled up to the island of Nenia unharmed.

A grass trampled by a demonic asthma cannon falls east against the wind blowing across the lake.

Ensign Razootchik's research indicated that this recreational area was planted with anti-personnel mines, but the demonic asthma cannon, which stretched flat and dispersed its weight, went through the minefield without detonating one.

In front of the base lies a roll of iron strip nets about three metres in diameter, and beyond it stands a high fence.

Man... a people without power would be able to prevent this, but a people with power can be easily transcended by [flying] or [leaping]. It also makes no sense against miscellaneous demons and demons who do not have the flesh of this world. Nor would the Warcraft be willing to intervene with things that can fly or that have hard scales or thick furs.

Totally defenseless against witchcraft is evident in this morning's looting.

... With this stuff, what do you think I protected you from?

The virtual enemies of the Artel Republic are the Republic of Nemoralis and the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, which have understood the difference of faith.

Nemoraris is a two-wheeled country over magical civilization, and Lacrimaris incorporates scientific civilization like a pilgrim, but almost magical civilization. If a powerful people cared about it, even militant guerrillas, who were only amateur gatherers, could easily break in.

Last summer, even though a bunch of amateurs devastated Aquillo Base, I didn't have a single [leap] excluded junction cloth. It is possible for the inhabitants of the Autonomous Region of Lanterna, but why not do it?

... Are you saying you can't trust a wizard, not even your own people?

Rubel, the demonic soldier, did not see the faith of Kirkulusism as a sane shakedown that would make him renounce even his natural defenses.

... No, but what about the church earlier...?

Has it remodeled the house of a powerful people built before the civil unrest? If [fire-resistant] or [stubborn] is hung, it can avoid destruction.

I couldn't break it with a heavy machine even after the civil unrest, so maybe I'm using it as it is. I didn't look closely because I didn't have time, but if the technique of using the power of the ground vein was incorporated, rather than the magic of the inhabitants, it wouldn't have been impossible.