It's all one flower.

Following a floating sensation similar to a light glare, the landscape changed.

It's a familiar room.

"What is this place?

Kufshenka answers the blonde broadcaster.

"It's my house. We don't have time to serve tea..."

"Oh, no, no, I don't"

The home in the back was safe, but the store facing the street was caught in an explosion and turned into a pile of rubble. I don't think it's better if it just didn't catch fire. There's nothing else. Just thinking about removing the rubble gave me a headache.

Broadcasters scream when they are in Torso.

A spelldoctor dropped his gaze on the wreckage of the machine and sighed (sighs).

"Now your job..."

"I'm old now, so I was just about to fold up the store."

Kufshenka shoved thirty years of memories into the bottom of his chest and, with the priest's hand, went out into the street.

As much as we expected, the estate district became the main battlefield.

Is it caused by grenades or rocket rounds or by powerful magic? The private shops facing the boulevard were destroyed and Khushchenka's tailors were reminded that the home part was still better off as long as it remained.

Star Mark Firearms and Nemus Liberation Army Magic. Whichever hand it is, there is no difference between the result of the destruction of the store and the house.

One of the streets beyond the rubble is a four-story estate.

The building managed to keep its original shape, but the blast broke the windowsill and did not leave one. Indoor misery is not hard to imagine.

"Capillo, negate your lady."

"Ha!

Ordered by General Unuk Elhaia, the commander of the raid operation in the autonomous community of Listwar crouches on his back to Khushchenka. The eyes of the turning lake people plead with the old woman of the Autonomous Region. We don't care about each other, but we can't disobey the general's orders.

Knowing or not the mood of the two, the old Gen. Unuk Elhaia urged the priest and was well ahead of him.

"I'm not sure I can get underfoot."

"Well, then, I'm sorry"

Time was wasted, Kufshenka, depositing herself on the back of a magic warrior.

A spelldoctor and a broadcaster follow the two, chasing generals and priests.

There are countless bullet marks on the walls and walls, and every building is full of holes.

Street trees burned down and stores under strong attack collapsed.

The estate district with no sign of people was still much better than Barack City, which was lost in the winter fires.

Numerous traces tell the story of the intensity of the battle, but not a single bloodstain on the body.

... You said the body of the murdered child was burned.

Demons gush from the bodies, and I don't seem to have to worry about receiving meat and warcrafting, but I can no longer afford the funeral of the Kirkulus ceremony.

Will the neighbors have escaped safely? Where did the inhabitants of the estate district flee, which is not a star sign?

The city you see is destroyed, and there is no shadow to see in just one day.

One step, one more step and anxiety.

Entered the neighborhood where the administration and others gathered.

As Optimus Eyre reported, one microbus had stopped in front of the broadcaster. With all the surrounding buildings destroyed, only the National Broadcasting Listver branch is almost (mostly) intact.

"Oh, uh, what happened here, Mr. Bureau?

A blonde broadcaster squeezed his courage and asked questions.

Encouraged by General Unuk Elhaia's eyesight, Capillo hears and reports from soldiers waiting in the driver's seat.

"He said he left the irresistible to flee. We currently restrict access using [one-way] technique, but it can be broadcast at any time."

"Later, let's summarize the outcome of the discussion and let it broadcast."

When the six boarded, soldiers of the lake's people hung their engines on a vehicle bearing the logo of the national broadcast. There is a curse on the ceiling and inside the door.

Kapiyo noticed Kufshenka's gaze.

"It's a protective spell. Not a single one was attacked on the move."

Priests and Kufshenka nodded silently. I don't know the spell, but the central curse is also on the inner wall of the chapel.

The bank building was safe, but I don't know the safety of the employees and their families.

The road from the front of the broadcaster to the gates of the rural district is beautiful by the time the debris is removed and unnatural. Yesterday there was a gatekeeper with an automatic small gun, but today there was no one there.

The fields stretching on both sides of the road are caught in an explosion, with deep decisions (eggs) everywhere to expose them to unbroken wounds.

"Did you really catch the star sign without one left?

"There are sentries. Using the technique of [Sovereign] is no use hiding anywhere. Although the Autonomous Region seems to have [Demon Stone Plate] installed in its main points, the eye of a bee horn eagle (bee bear) cannot be prevented from doing so."

Kufshenka's spine froze on Capillo's answer.

The spelldoctor and general did not speak in silence, and the priest in the lead seat did not utter a voice other than the directions.

There are no star signs except those who have been freed as ordinances.

Those who say they've been trapped somewhere will also die of hunger and dryness if the discourse prolongs.

Will those who remain in the district chief's house still resist the PLA?

... can we persuade them not to be a battle?

As we approached the district manager's house, there were fewer holes in the field, eventually the same landscape as yesterday.

A microbus stops on the street a short distance from the district manager's house. The driver cast some spell and looked forward.

"There are more than thirty automatic small arms in front of the front door and a crate filled with bullet cartridges. There's a bomb in a pile of guns, and a man with something like a detonation switch is waiting in the corner of the garden, in the bush."

"Septentorio, will you lend me some water?

The spelldoctor reached into the aisle and handed the vial to General Unuk Elhaia.

"Outside the house is only one of them. The area is deserted."

"How's the inside?

"On the right side of the front door, in the third reception-like room, two men with backs, both with two grenades in their pockets, possess a pistol in the holster. Three men with automatic small arms on either side of that room and across the street. Each person, I have six grenades on my tactical vest. Then..."

Magically, a soldier peeking into the district manager's house says, "Starring," and the general throws his gaze across the windshield and urges him.

"What?"

"There is one young man behind the ceiling in the reception room. I have multiple curses spread over the fan-shape. I don't carry any weapons. There is one girl in the back bedroom. Nor do we possess any weapons."

"Am I being caught?

"No, I'm wandering around indoors"

"As much as possible, we'd all like to talk about it alive."

General Unuk Elhaia takes a seat with the vial in his hand.

The driver turned his anxious face.

"The person on the ceiling, too, is it? Possible spies of government forces..."

"Then it's convenient to reject it. Something to save Al Jadi the hassle of informing him about the talks. Let him swim."

Hand fasten the capillo trying to get off with you.

"Let's go alone. Just in case, Lord, protect the car. I'll signal you when it's over."

"Ha!

Capillo followed General Unuk Elhaia down and stood in front of the driver's seat and dropped him off.