It's all one flower.

Every day, while resting the demon asthma cannon, the demon-mounted soldier Rubel stacks his reconnaissance with [Sovereign], and the placement of Ignikerns base is tapped into his head. In order of attack, Ensign Razootchik thought to me.

Ensign avoids the minefield with the technique of [flying] and repeats instructions from above the base.

"It's unclear how powerful the dwarfed demon asthma cannon is. Try and shoot, starting with the control tower."

Copy that.

Over the mine fields and the iron stripe network, the demon asthma cannon had entered the site.

Distorted at night, it wakes itself up flat stretched to assimilate to the ground. I crawled through the material storage wall and let it go up to the roof.

This is the first time I've ever had magic released.

I wrote it down in my notebook for as long as I could remember what language my predecessor had ordered it in, and I rebelled over and over again.

My mouth dries to a crisp.

I took a water drain from a small desk by the bed and poured it into a mug. My hands trembled and spilled a little, but I don't mind drinking it up.

I took one deep breath and commanded it with powerful words.

"Up. Open your mouth wide."

The demon asthma cannon, which was spreading thinly on the roof, waves and clumps towards the center. Like the pottery that was about to be made, it spread and turned into a flipped umbrella.

Wherever they come into contact with a mass of darkness, the Miscellaneous Demon melts and collapses and assimilates.

As far as Rubel could see, his whole body is like a mouth, but what the Demon Asthma Cannon himself thinks of as an "open mouthed shape" was like a parabola antenna.

The Ignikans base is lit even late at night, illuminating the grounds brightly. It seems to be a measure to curb the outbreak of the Miscellaneous Demon, and I didn't even find any food for the Demon Asthma cannon in the shadows of the building.

A mass of darkness about a large bike spread about a parachute, stopping the movement.

Rubel, the demon-mounted soldier, sent visual information about [the enemy] to the demon asthma cannon from the far opposite island of Lanterna. The Lord (or Lord) in the underground Chernochnijnik Inn and the user demon at Ignikerns Base on the mainland of Artel are spiritually connected by contract.

Rubel ordered the building of the control tower, the control room of the drone.

"Shoot here."

Magic converges in the center of an umbrella shaped mass of darkness. The finely spit out excess magic spread fan-shaped on the runway, blowing up the entire floor of the control room.

The upper floor of the partitioned building deviates, leans (hides) and slowly falls obliquely backwards. The control tower broke and the antenna and radar shrugged under the rubble.

Perhaps there will be no survivors.

The demon asthma cannon weakened and squatted (groaned) like a failed ceramic.

... Huh? He's surprisingly smart?

Instead of words, he drew intentions from Rubel's gaze and altered the radiation of magic.

"What do you say? You think you can still shoot me?

Rubel explored the demon's magic flow.

"Perhaps another time or so, we're going to figure it out. However, I think it will be less powerful than earlier."

Run [Sovereign] 's gaze as he says. The Artel soldiers, who were training on the night shift, were blown up every control room, without a trace.

A knocked up soldier is thrown out of the barracks.

Fire trucks and heavy aircraft fly vast areas to search for and rescue survivors.

The hearing of the Devil's Asthma Cannon captures a long tailed siren and is also transmitted to the Lord's (Sagittarius) Rubel.

Ensign Razootchik, looking down from above, gave the order in an unbeatable voice to the siren.

"From the spot, shoot the hangar of the manned aircraft. Collect the Devil's Asthma Cannon in the [Cage of Submissive Demons]"

Copy that.

The two have five spare [cages of submissive demons] each.

The Artel military base to be destroyed is six locations combined by land and air.

Demon soldier Rubel showed the hangar of the manned aircraft with the gaze of [Sovereign].

The demon asthma cannon cursorily turns around looking like a pain in the ass. Rubel's gaze entered the hangar and captured the bomber waiting.

The fuselage was marked with an Air Force crest. Set your gaze and order at the refueling mouth in the lower right of it, where eagles fly amid the sacred marks of Kirkulusism scattered with stars in elliptical orbit.

"Fire."

A part of the dark mass recesses like a crushed ball, and magical power abounds in its center. The emitted mass of magic flew into a short glow similar to [arrows of light].

Compressed magic pierces the hangar door.

He penetrated the desk in front and hit the target.

For a moment.

Explosive flames fill the field of vision and fill the hangar.

A shattered door was flown down the runway.

Ensign's [leap] reaches the [flower ear] on the collar and picks up a voice whose hearing of the demon asthma cannon activates the [cage of submissive demons]. Rubel gazed at the brown vial held in Ensign's hand.

"Get in there"

The demon asthma cannon set up on the surface of darkness, but there was no resistance, and it was sucked into a small bottle.

[Leap] Ahead of Ensign, turn [Sovereign] to the abandoned building where he stayed until earlier.

The intruder barely found one miscellaneous demon thanks to the flattened demon asthma cannon.

Just in case, let all the rooms in the building crawl through your gaze and see what's going on around them.

The valley of the building is also beautiful.

"Lurking destination, no abnormalities"

"Good luck. After the wall opens... I'll be back at the inn at 6: 00 AM"

Copy that.

Make sure Ensign has [jumped] safely and solve the [Sovereign] technique.

When I looked at the watch, it was going around 4: 00 a.m. It's still far away at the dawn of winter, but it's too short to hypnotize until the promised time.

From the placed water bottle in the corner of the room, just a little water was raised and the hand towel was wet. Round your back on the bed and press a towel against your lit eyelid. The cold swept behind my eyes and my breath leaked unexpectedly.

... What are you doing, me? I promised Mullark.

Exhalation trembles because of self-loathing.

My back has always been thin.

I didn't forget the will of my partner who took my breath out in Rubel's arms that night.

"Rubel... stop that monster. That's... no."

Mulak pressed Rubel again and again under his painful breath. My partner was never called during a secret discussion and was not informed of anything detailed, but I guess I looked in person and felt intuitive.

"Demon asthma cannon... use it... what"

I couldn't keep what Mullark told me, and now Rubel herself had signed a [contract for the use of demons] with the demon asthma cannon and was serving as an operator.

Tears stain the towel.

I felt like the weight of my losing partner's body was still in my arms.

"Absolutely... stop me"

This wish, entrusted by my partner, to squeeze the rest of his life.

How can I make it happen?

We attacked Ignikans Air Force Base, and the drone remained intact, but the control tower and control room, the drone, could be destroyed.

You won't be able to march out of here for the moment.

... so easy, a lot of people.

I don't know how many Artel soldiers I killed.

It was the demon asthma cannon that executed it, but without Rubel's orders, I wouldn't do that.

But without the demonic asthma cannon, the drones provided by the Barbatum Federation must have, once again, burned down some city in the Nemoralis Republic.

In Rubel's brain, the flames that burned down the city of Gardenia rose in various ways.

The air defense vessel Humnodia arrived after the formation of the Artel Air Force finished dropping ammunition and gently pulled it away. [Snow-reading Thunderbird (Lycho)] The technique of [Thunderstorm] and [Heavy Rain] by the school soldiers called for heavy rain, but the city, with its viscous fuel creeping up, couldn't quite put out the fire.

At that time Rubel was only able to report the situation he saw in [Sovereignty] from the flagship Oculus on the other side of the island of Nenia as a sentry, off the eastern city of Topoli.

The Rubels Sentinel informed them of the location of the enemy aircraft, so the demon soldiers of the local [plunging eagle (eagle)] school were able to shoot down some percent.

We reduced the damage a little, so it's not a wacko that didn't help at all, but if it was a demon asthma cannon, it would have completely protected the formation of enemy planes by destroying them with one blow.

The Sheratan Lord of the Lacus Nenia family empowered the [snow-reading thunderbirds] school demon soldiers who manipulated the weather and left hundreds of large formations, but are now missing.

Where did you hide the clouds, placing the followers of the people of the lake and of the goddess Panisea Uni Flora? Various speculations fly, but I still can't grasp where I'm going.

There is even a theory that he was killed because of his disagreement with General Unuk Elhaia, who had the coup, but the General, who led the Nemus Liberation Army, neither denied nor affirmed it.

In addition to the extermination of demons and warcraft that have occurred in the country, the Nemoralis government forces have also taken a hand in dealing with the coup and, instead of attacking the mainland of Artel, there are not even enough soldiers at all who can turn to interception.

... I wish I had split it for interception and assault from the beginning if I could reproduce it by division anyway.

That would have led to an early settlement, no more casualties for the people and no coup d 'état. Even though research materials were dispersed during half a century of civil unrest, the majority remained in the northern part of the island of Negna and the island of Nemoralis, where the Institute is located.

... among people trying to use demonic asthma cannons, cautious people opposed proliferation?

To what extent did the ancient ginseng of the branch party of Qin Peel (Tonerico) grasp the "performance" of the demon asthma cannon? It is more obvious than to see fire that if we are informed of the existence of magical organisms with destructive and proliferative abilities, we will certainly be criticized by the international community.

... No, because of the Devil's asthma cannon, you were blown up by the war.

"Absolutely... stop me"

The will of my partner in my ear was repeated.

But I can't go back.

In order to protect the Nemoralis people, and to pull the Artel Republic out into a peaceful negotiating place, we had to crush, at least, the aerial power of the Artel army alone.