It's all one flower.

The demon soldier Rubels decided to move their base from a luxury residential neighborhood in Artel's capital, Rufus, to an abandoned building in the lower town. Because the filth that arose from the resentment of the slaughter of the family was purified by the demon asthma cannon, and the mischievous demons almost (mostly) ceased to occur.

... Hutu would love that.

Then, the Devil's Asthma cannon feeds are gone. I think it's pathetic for a black and soft user demon to starve, and follow Ensign Lazutočik's guidance and be disputed by the crowd.

Rubel grabbed the [cage of the submissive] stuffed with a demon asthma cannon in his trench coat pocket and gently stroked it with his thumb.

Even in the evening home rush, people thrown out of the bus see more tablet devices in their hand than they see in front.

Ensign Razootchik entered an old miscellaneous building.

It's not popular, but it's pretty to say abandoned buildings. The green emergency lights climb the dim staircase to the fourth floor, looking down the hallway window to the city of dim.

One after another the company house after work dropped the lights and instead the windows of the collective home became brighter.

Ensign's eyes gaze at a dark spot and invite him small. I grabbed Rubel's shoulder standing beside him and said [Leap].

The meadow.

Weeds grow to the hips of large rubels, and high construction enclosures built without gaps separate them from the outside world. There were no heavy machines or anything else, and the building on its way to dismantling had its mouth open black.

As Ensign stepped into the building, countless miscellaneous demons split left and right, clearing the way.

"There was a fatality during the demolition. It seems that the demon soon received meat because it was just around this time frame."

"That warcraft..."

"He ate and killed a few workers, and he's still here."

"It's recent, isn't it?"

Rubel looked around at the abandoned building.

The hallway where the building equipment was removed looked like a shadow painting, as a galan, the room in the sunset.

I thought it was dark when I was outside, but from the inside, the light outside the window frame felt bright enough. The grassland bordered by the window frame looks good, but the interior is as dark as it was anointed.

"It was an accident around the winter solstice. I rubbed it with who would have the extermination money, and the demolisher couldn't take it, and tripled the enclosure."

"What? That's it, are you still there?

"It's a thing that crawls like a lame whale, it can't stand its own weight, it can't crawl up walls"

I can't use [lights] on boulders, but it's still too bright to use [dark vision].

"I don't know when the story will come together and the exterminators will come. Feed here tonight and jump to Lanterna Island before sunrise"

Copy that.

The demon soldier Rubel stopped and whispered [Sovereign].

Carefully examine the abandoned building with a vision enlarged by surgery. There are no demons on the ground floor. Run your gaze upstairs. There are also plenty of miscellaneous demons here. Someone of indefinite shape is so dense that they lose their boundaries with each other that they drift together and at knee height. The same applies to the third to fifth floors. On the sixth floor, where most of the walls were removed, were ravens (crows).

"That? Warcraft... aren't you there?

"How's the basement?

Rubel tried sending a [enemy] gaze further down his foot.

"Miscellaneous demon... stuck tight to the ceiling, I don't know"

"Just on the ground, maybe one shot?

"I know it depends on the time of year, but we're going to figure it out within half a month"

"Now go up sequentially from the ground floor and move when the fifth floor is finished. Don't be alarmed."

Copy that.

At the same time as the sunset, he hung [a dark vision] and sent out a demon asthma cannon from [the cage of the submissive demon]. A user demon shivers an indeterminate body at the signs of a treat.

... but it would be bad if you let it be whatever you want and bowl it with the Warcraft.

The demon-mounted soldier Rubel commanded the demon asthma cannon with powerful words.

"Eat mischievous demons within my reach."

Some of the demon asthma cannons wrapped around Rubel's left wrist. The rest of it stretches out like it was pulled with an invisible hand, and the tip quickly reaches the poke of the hallway. A drifting miscellaneous demon was sucked up by a black string, and as soon as it came into contact, it disappeared to melt.

"It's troublesome to be attacked by a warcraft. Call it back."

"Yes! Erm..."

I don't think of good rhetoric in my guts, I get stuck in words.

I do deal with Rubel's hand, but I didn't mean to say this. How do I interpret it correctly and eat the Miscellaneous Demon while beside Rubel for safety?

The demon asthma cannon stretched thinner and thinner and turned the corner. [Dark vision] and [enemy] cannot be used at the same time.

"Call it back!

"Yes! Get back! Entire body, come under my feet!

The darkness, which was stretching thinly along the drawstring (lead) of the military dog, came back as thick as the reverse playback video. A heterogeneous mass of darkness wraps around Rubel's feet like mud.

The two garments are equipped with various defensive techniques, such as [exorcism] and [heat resistance], in areas invisible from the outside, so that cluttered demons and weak demons avoid passing through. This is how I gave myself away perfectly, but I can't feed it.

But the word of the order is abstract in "keep a safe distance and eat the miscellaneous demons," which is incomprehensible to the demon asthma cannon.

"What can I say..."

"Right..."

Ensign Razootchik, ten steps forward, turned around.

"... why don't you tell your whole body to stay away from you more than this distance?

"Roger!... go under his feet"

Demon asthma cannons follow the orders of powerful words and crawl through dusty floors.

"In this building, move your whole body beyond this distance between me and you right now."

Rubel approached Ensign one step closer. The demon asthma cannon moves to the back for that matter.

Horribly lined up with Ensign and peered into the room nearby. Window frames and glass have been removed, and the sun seems nice, and the Miscellaneous Demon is just a little creepy in the corner.

The demon asthma cannon rocks like a hurry at the end of the hallway. The two turned the corner of the hallway for a small run.

"I reported this morning at Command Headquarters about the Rufus seminary, where troops were dispatched to bases in the city of North Zakart to leave the Nemoralis Grief Squad unattended any longer"

"What?"

Rubel accidentally stopped on her feet.

Demon asthma cannon stretches up at the entrance to the room. When I went to the front of the room with my big crotch, the dark mass jumped into the room filled with cluttered demons.

"Strategically, it has been viewed as a problem for a long time and preparations for sweeping have been under way. Now that the destruction of the base has progressed, it would be an obstacle to peace negotiations if we abandoned terrorism that buys more Artelian grudges than necessary"

"So there's still a fight in North Zakart?

"We cleared it up after noon today. It's nothing more than an undersmelled U.N. crowd."

Ensign Razootchik had been cutting off [flower ears] communications from the early morning until he returned to his base in Rufus just now. He, too, would have joined the guerrilla sweep operation possessed of vengeance.

The explosion at Rufus Seminary was yesterday. They stormed a base boiling for revenge success against the Kirkurs.

President Poderes' speech was one that planted a sense of victimhood on the people of the Republic of Artel and justified the attack on the Republic of Nemoralis.

Indeed, if we leave the Nemoralis Grief Squad alone, national sentiment in both countries will deteriorate even further and become nowhere near peaceful negotiation.

... Then why didn't you slap him sooner? If only we had stopped the guerrillas at the time we found out where they were based before this happened!

I don't think the Artel side will believe it when the Nemoralis government forces announce that they've crushed one guerrilla stronghold.

If we now announced that we had "exterminated (at least) the terrorist group that perpetrated the bombing of the Lufus seminary," we might have rejected it and caused the Artelians to rebel.

The Nemoralis Grief Squad does not make a crime statement, but quietly rounds the mainland of Artel. Moreover, apart from them, there were also powerful people who personally worked in retaliation.

The demon asthma cannon instantly flattened the miscellaneous demons upstairs and on the third floor, but they still don't have enough. Rock in front of the stairs to invite the Rubels.

"Oh, yes, yes. You had less harrassment like that."

Even if I know I can't get through, I talk to him in Hunan. The demon asthma cannon ascended the stairs only as soon as Rubel approached, taking in the miscellaneous demons and converting them into magic.

Clear the fourth floor and step into the fifth.

"The base of the island of Lanterna has been set aside so far. The old lady in the liaison role was put on hold for treatment for the time being, as she has also drawn in Arthurians who are dissatisfied with the Kirkulus Church. But, well, when the time comes, we'll have to end it."

"If you're a Nemoralist, why can't you... really persuade those who are trapped in revenge to stop you?

Ensign of the Army Intelligence Department returned a dripping smile at the young demon soldier's questioning.