It's all one flower.

The enemies of the Republic of Nemoralis are certain ideas solidified in faith.

Stars are designated as international terrorist organizations by many countries around the world, including the Federation of Barbatum. Even for the Kirkulus community, their heretical beliefs don't seem to be something that can be looked at.

The star emblem (servant) that spread to and essentially dominated the Listwar Autonomous Region was disarmed by the invasion of the Nemus Liberation Army.

The clergy of the Autonomous Community of Listver, against the mark of a star plucked out of its fangs, re-educates the faith.

The Cathedral of the Republic of Banksia sent priests to push forcefully for re-education.

... I wonder what kind of teaching you that there is a guy who escaped because he doesn't like it?

Concentration was about to disturb, and demon-mounted soldier Rubel regained consciousness in the sight of the demon asthma cannon.

The shapeless demon, blind to shrimp (shrimp) and fish, even goes south.

The bottom of the lake cable cannot be repaired by the telecommunications operators of the Artel Republic.

Artel became a nation of scientific civilization, separated and independent of the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic for the sake of faith.

If we return the back, we can also say that we have abandoned the magical civilization and the art of protecting ourselves from demons and warcraft and have chosen the powerless saint Kirkulus Lacteus, who will not protect us from anyone.

It is impossible to work on a lake without owning a single Magic Machine ship that can protect itself from demons and navigate. In the Hunan region, too, there are countries where cable maintenance vessels reside, but they do not send out their vessels in alarm of attacks on maintenance vessels in the engineers' "mysterious explosion" operation.

The headquarters of central operators located in state-of-the-art countries in science, such as the Barbatum Federation, declared that repairs would not be carried out until the end of the Devil's Asthma War.

If we cut the lake bottom cable, we can carry out our mission without killing humans.

The Artel Republic, citing the public and private sectors, went eastwards to secure alternatives, but fell into a vicious circle that was difficult to procure and which was increasingly unavailable due to soaring prices.

... I see it!

"Stop."

The indeterminate user demon followed the voice of the Lord (or the Lord) that had arrived over [the ear of the flower] and stopped moving.

The target is a relay from the lake bottom cable. As I have said many times already, I give instructions.

"Squeeze the force thinly and break only that machine"

A machine that connects the cable, amplifies the signal, and communicates the communication status to the center raised a slight amount of sand smoke and disappeared.

The type of base station on land was destroyed by the Corps of Engineers, but it never occurred to me that this city of Sioux, close to the antenna base, was also laying the line via a lake bottom cable, not a base station on the ground.

"Crawl to the bottom of the lake and come to me."

Issue a return order to the Devil's Asthma Cannon and take a breath. Signs of engineer nayarburi protecting his back also loosened slightly.

In Straja Bay, fog rarely occurs in January. Using [thick fog] could have caught my eye the other way around.

But there are no Artelians visiting the fishing ports that perished in the middle of the night during the civil unrest of half a century.

What Nayabri guards against is demons and warcraft walking wide across the earth. Because we cleaned it up and put up a [simplified junction] within one day, there was no cluttered demon in this abandoned port right now. It gathers the [exorcism] stones found in abandoned villages to strengthen the [simplified junction].

... Looks like we could use it for some kind of base.

After a job, the demon asthma cannon crawls down the bottom of the lake and hurries to Rubel's side.

Because that's what I ordered, but I didn't say "hurry".

Demon asthma cannons don't even take the cold lake water of January.

Is it too sentimental to think that the user demon wants to be praised for having met the Lord (or the Lord) as soon as possible and for having served him well by giving orders... etc.

Or do you want to land as soon as possible, remembering when the airship wreath you boarded was sunk with a single blow of a missile and the previous Lord (or Sagittarius) became the algae chip of the lake?

Demon asthma cannons follow instructions to "crawl at the bottom of the lake," avoid sinking ships during civil unrest, and go sandy and rocky. A glowing fish slips through the side that attracts small fish, and an indeterminate darkness flows through the bottom of the lake.

... again.

One day, he noticed the same signs he felt over the demon asthma cannon at the bottom of the lake, and the demon soldier Rubel concentrated on the audiovisual of the demon asthma cannon.

The scenery flows at a passenger speed, unable to see the Lord of the Signs. There was no reason to stop just for this reason.

My skin pops in the sensation I'm seeing.

If you take a wide look around the Devil's Asthma cannon, you may know something, but it's still far away at dawn and it's terrible that you can't switch your point of view to [Sovereign].

"Mr. Rubel?

I even lost room to respond to the worrying voice of engineer Nayabri.

"Go back quickly."

Rubel hastened the demon of use, but the speed did not increase.

By the time the sky began to whiten, Rubel chanted [Sovereign] and gnawed.

Several magic machine ships were seen sailing along the eastern shore of the Gulf of Straja… the eye and nose tip of the Artel territory. The convoy travels north to lick the shores of Artel territory.

... the fishing boat that chased the fish deep?

Focusing on one ship, Rubel breathed.

"Mr. Rubel? What's the matter, sir?

The crest in sight looks familiar. They grabbed me by the shoulder, but I don't mind carrying on my memory.

The fleet increased its speed and approached a distance that was also visible to the naked eye.

Nayabri said he saw Rubel and the end of his gaze, but can't find him yet.

... Did you just look at this? But how in the dark like that?

If the fleet had also used [the enemy], they would have found the Rubels.

"Mr. Rubel!

It's the Gulf Patrol Fleet of the Kingdom of Scootum.

"Huh?"

As the sky adds brightness, Nayabri looks out ahead of Rubel's gaze, but he can't find it yet. Circulate your neck everywhere.

As usual, should we spend time pretending to be warcraft exterminators?

... what am I supposed to do, this?

"Rubel, how many ships?

From the [flower ear] I put it on the back of my collar (Eri), I heard Ensign Razootchik.

Six ships.

"Stand by for the demon asthma cannon at the bottom of the lake, you guys go back"

"Right...... ahh!

The demon asthma cannon crawled up the collapsed shoreline and appeared wet under the morning sun.

"What's up, Rubel?

The moment I tried to respond to my superior officer, a white glow pierced the demon asthma cannon. The light about the back length of a person disappears swallowed by darkness. Crawl over to Rubel, the contractor of the demon of use, as darkness swells deeper than night.

"Mr. Rubel! [Spear of Light]!

"Enemy attack?

"Over Peng Cheng..."

Rubel grabbed Nayabri's wrist and [jumped] touching the demon asthma cannon with his other hand.