It's all one flower.

"In the unlikely event that the vehicle is turned upside down, rejection is dangerous."

Accompanied by a demonic policeman, Pharmacist (dull) Awellana and Cruillo, who came as assistants, were unloaded a police microbus.

From a metal armored and magically guarded vehicle, a demonic police unit from Yarbraka City Police Anti-Warcraft Headquarters descends on fallow land.

The police force has a uniform with embroidered spells of various defenses, a large metal shield with a technique as well, and a rudimentary appearance wearing a helmet, but this still seems to be weaker than the demon soldiers of the government army. He carries a magic sword, an axe, and a crossbow (Ishiyumi) with his turn, but the only time they use it is when he loses the guard journey.

The gray scaly spider (Urocogmo) lies around the center of the section surrounded by a pasture fence.

The moment Awellana and the others came down, they turned from body to body.

Shortly after I think the eight eyes glowed under the sun, the warcraft giant ran through the pasture with eight legs, hitting an invisible wall and stopping in an unnatural way. A giant spider jumps backwards with his legs stuck against an invisible wall. Returning to her original position, she turned to squat.

Awellana couldn't react at too fast.

The demonic policeman put his full confidence in [the meteor formation], and a few people just glimpsed it and didn't say anything. A heavily equipped police force solemnly aligns itself in the waiting area.

The guards of the people of the lake, whom I have not seen in a long time, do not notice the arrival of Awellana and Cruillo during a meeting between the hunter of the village and the head of the anti-warcraft headquarters.

... a little thin? Are you out of your mind?

When he was in a hidden stronghold on the island of Lanterna, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana devoted himself to making medicines so that he did not have to engage as much as possible with any of the militant guerrillas.

Journitle was a heterogeneous presence among militant guerrillas.

Everything was not abandoned, nor was it possessed by resentment and driven by vengeance. It's one of the few guerrillas that makes sense.

I don't know why he threw himself into guerrilla activity. He was a quiet person.

I'm still having a meeting with the general manager and the hunter in a calm manner against him.

There's nothing like the fear, tension, or the audacity of battle that preceded the big man. It's like talking about security at a festival venue.

"Something... sounds like something's going wrong with distance"

Cruillo whines with a sigh.

Awellana barely moved her neck vertically.

... Didn't I tell you it was about the size of a car?

The first report said that a passenger car or a warcraft with a light truck attacked sheep and other livestock. Scale spiders today are about the size of a slightly wealthy private house.

When the General Manager put up the [Meteor Formation], he said there were casualties. I thought it was because I couldn't retrieve the body of that demonic cop, and Awellana felt like there was a big hole underfoot.

"The pharmacists are coming."

I was called by the General Manager, but my legs didn't move like my roots were stretched. Cruillo turns a caring eye, but he can't respond. White light blinks in the field of vision and gradually increases its number.

Unexpectedly clear aromas peeled off the membrane of vision.

I have a man's hand in front of me.

A demonic policeman crushed a raw vanilla with his fingers to create a scent for me. He lowered his eyeballs, smiled to reassure the frightening medic (dull), and gently pressed his back.

Once he was able to move, the tremor in his leg healed.

"This is from a mobile retailer. Please return it later."

As a precaution, Cruillo gives the old kingdom-era sword that the Chloenier manager gave me to the guard journey. A Knights' weapon, it is a magical object that increases in sharpness depending on the magic of the user.

Journitle paid the sheath (Saya) to check the blade.

"Yeah. That's fine. Thanks for lending it to me. My own knife was too short, and I lent the company's equipment to the army, and it just didn't work. I'll definitely give it back."

You say it's been a while, but you don't say a word to each other.

Cruillo offered three arrows to the local hunter. It is an [arrow of two demons] engraved with the curse and spell of [Extinction]. The silver arrow is behind the arrow feather, and there is a hole in the part of the arrow that passes through a string that is not in the normal arrow.

"Nice to meet you, hunter. This is cover fire, please."

"Nice to meet you. Pharmacist (dull) and assistant brother. Let me talk to you. I'll make sure he gets it back."

Forest camouflage clothing, which protects the hunters of the people of the lake, also hangs with the art of defense. Less than demonic cops, but more than pharmacists Awellana.

The same [Flying Eagle (Taka)] school badge (today) as the Chief of Materials Procurement can be raised to carry a rifle.

On the waist belt, a spare bullet case, a tool bag, and a cursed bamboo. It looked like it was in its mid-thirties, but not if it was a long-lived race, and the experience was completely unreadable from the outside.

"If I run out of ammunition in my hand, I'll thank you for using it."

The hunter of the people of the lake took three rolls of thick yarn for the fishing net out of the tool bag and put it in a lump (kuku) on [arrow].

"All hands in position!

By order of the General Manager, the demonic policeman scattered around the pastoral fence with a [leap]. Make sure dozens of people are definitely on the holding, and the General Manager raises his right hand.

"General, [Samizu's Wall] chant!

"It's a temporarily invisible wall containing winds spanning heaven and earth.

Walls built here resembling rolling water until you touch them. "

At the same time powerful words are uttered and at the same time invisible walls are erected. The hunter also finished tying the thread to the [arrow of the demon] and jumped to the side of the fence.

Cruillo casts his hand at the curse he places on the ground. A wall of magic is erected along the line of landmarks drawn to the ground by the General Manager. A spell that emitted magic and cut it off became ashes and scattered in the wind.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana opens the bag with the Police Hospital logo.

Soon after being horrified that he was able to activate his first operation, Cruillo built the two remaining [walls], laying his body down and entering through the gap. The triangular spaces surrounded by [walls of true water] are narrow enough for two adults to fall asleep.

Awellana took out four stainless steel trays, praying that no injuries would come out.

On each side, arrange a container of wounds and concentrated wounds, as well as antidotes for neurotoxicity; on the fourth sheet, place an [endless bottle] containing gauze and bandages and water.

Cruillo crouched his back against Awellana and hung an [invisible (invisible) shield] on his military hand.

"The shield that places the invisible guard here is called the" open shield. ""

I can see the ranch over his shoulder with the word "open shield" unfolding [invisible (invisible) shield].

A grey scaly spider raised his front leg high and opened his maxilla to hail. Eight red eyes, I don't know where I'm looking. The abdomen, supported by the six remaining legs, was covered in metallic shiny scales.

Cops with big shields look like little dolls.

The warcraft in the back is too huge to grasp the sense of distance.

That jaw seemed like it could swallow a bunch of cops at once.