It's all one flower.

Green grass adores the hills overlooking Ignikans base.

A clear breeze blew through and swallowed white butterflies playing on the flowers.

Winter break, a hill as bright and cozy as a different place from when you were brought to Skinum.

It's a good sunny afternoon in May, but because it's a weekday, there's no sign of people.

It's going to be a good playground, but I didn't see any trace of the kid playing. The road along the way was a little crumbly, so I guess I'm not going to the wax where I let my little one play.

Maximize the telemetry of your tablet terminal to capture the destroyed Ignikerns base. I mass-produced handbrakes and pimbokes and finally got a few decent copies.

... I need to practice this more.

Lower your hips in the shade of a fresh green tree and zoom in on the image to confirm.

It's strange how far away you can't see with your naked eye, literally, if it's a small machine in your hand, you know exactly what it's like to take it.

Ignikerns base, which was devastated by an unexplained explosion, was gallant after the removal of debris.

Heavy machines are operating in a landscaped space. That's just one place too, and I don't know what I'm making when I see my amateur Roark.

The Furkills didn't think the Nemoralis Grief Squad had that great fighting power.

Roark thought so, too, but changed his mind about the bomb attack at Rufus Seminary. If someone with expertise had been a part of this for a long time, it is possible that this place was also blown away by a powerful bomb disrespected from the arsenal of the Artel army.

There is no [leap] avoidance junction in buildings on the mainland of Artel.

Setting up a time bomb without anyone finding it and detonating it simultaneously would be a lot easier than an unwittingly knowledgeable Arthurian thinks.

If we find out what's in the building in advance, we can destroy all important objects with minimal explosives.

How powerful would a bomb be when combined with [spear of light] and other techniques of destruction?

I could not imagine the locks of a powerless people.

... How is the Nemoralis Army doing?

The regular army of Nemoralis cannot afford to launch an attack on the mainland of Artel with manpower taken to intercept Artel's bombers.

Instead of the regular army, civilian aspirations became guerrillas and repeated small-scale attacks to the extent of Chimatima harassment. Only a little trained by those who knew how to fight, such as guards Oriol and Captain Solgnac, was able to destroy the Aquillo base.

A well-trained Regular Army demon soldier would have killed Artel's power more efficiently. Much better than intercepting a bomber that will make a big push with a small number of demon-mounted soldiers.

It is the work of the Hidden Kirkrus, who nest in the branch party of the Qin Peel (Tonerico) in power of the Nemoralis, who do not easily carry out the manoeuvres that come to mind even in the amateur loke.

A significant number of those who faked their faith and remained outside the Autonomous Communities, such as Senator Padsnygenik, had entered inside the opposition party, some of them even eating into the centre of the regime.

The Republic of Nemoralis lays down civilian control (civilian-control) and, by decision of the Cabinet, regulates the actions of the military. It is clear that the work of the Hidden Kirkurs is dampening the march to the mainland of Artel.

Now that the base of the Artel army has almost been destroyed and we can no longer march even with manned aircraft and drones left behind, "we cannot march at the best of our ability just by air defense" is impossible as an excuse.

... How are you deluding the military and the people?

After crossing the island of Lanterna, Rourke learned that the base on the mainland of Artel had been wiped out in an exchange of information and news with the haulier Fiarluca.

Because you can see the news of Artel in friendly countries with Internet facilities, such as the Kingdom of Lacrimaris and the Kingdom of Amitostigma, Fiarluca volunteers working for peace can find out more in local and SNS writing.

It would also be passed on to the Nemoralis government and the regular army through volunteers of a different lineage and the Fraxinus denomination. Ning, it would be strange if the officials at the Nemoralis' outhouse hadn't been aggressive in gathering information.

... Still, it's a non-moving mon?

Or are we preparing for peaceful negotiations under water?

Lazolnik et al. Information To what extent does the guerrilla know what is going on inside the Klipeus regime in Nemoralis?

Prime Minister Klipeus is a powerful people and a long-lived race. He doesn't have to worry about himself being intoxicated by Kirkurism, but he doesn't seem to notice Kirkurists getting mixed up within the party.

... That's right. You don't think it's wacky to have a mix of Kirkurs, even though the Fraxinus faithful are the supporting mothers.

Assuming that you pass this information on to the leader of the Klipeus party by any means, you won't believe it.

Moreover, only a fraction of Hidden Believers could find out about Rourke. If we do anything halfway, hidden believers who have successfully cut through in rejecting and causing confusion will remain dignified in the future.

The Light Party of the Lake Water, which forms one wing of the coalition regime, is supported by the faithful group of the Lake Goddess, and there are no land people, but the majority are the people of the lake. On this occasion, he may try to chase down the branch party of Qin Pi (Tonerico) and climb up to the first party, and put the deputy prime minister Faltor's party leader on the prime minister.

In that case, there will be an intercession between the followers of the main and goddess. Even though domestic opinions are broken about the Nemus Liberation Army, opinions are increasingly fragmented.

It is unlikely that the people of the lake will become Kirkurs, but they will surely, elsewhere, play the two dances of the Hidden Kirkurs hunt in the capital Cravel.

I can't think of any means to stop the rampant practice of private sentencing.

... Well, I'm in Artel territory now, and let's focus on what we can do here.

Roark strips consciousness from out of reach and concentrates on what is in front of him.

I sent images to the Farkills to go down the hill.