It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

It's a bad idea to ignore the opponents of this number difference on a boulder. I said it was a demon. I have to give it a break. For this reason, "vigilance" is fully opened to fully identify the location of the individual. It's a little different from before from here. It gives shape with 'detection' to subjects who were only light points in the radar chart. Apart from the original objective of finding a well-known object, "detection" has the advantage of being able to clearly recognize the shape of the subject, unlike "alert".

By multiplying it, I can display two sides of my brain that are as precise as the old polygons were, but that are the perspectives overlooking humans and shields and people with swords, and the perspectives of photographing them with camera work from the diagonal back. This would also be difficult if you weren't accustomed to the separation of consciousness in a simulator, and you wouldn't have imagined if you weren't accustomed to this perspective in the first place with a game or something......

If this happens, it goes hand in hand with football players making actual plays using a football game perspective. At the point of view of God, we can capture the behavior of all around us.

I thought you were a leader. Humans screaming, approaching, but that's a reduction. What if the command tower doesn't give instructions? With that in mind, he tilts his body gently forward, adjusts the thruster of the hover, and vice versa approaches him at a fierce speed.

With a stunned look at how frightened you thought this one was going to be in the fight, you spray a thruster from the left in front of a soldier trying to unleash a slash with no steps and no hips in it, and the moment he leaves the side at a ninety degree angle, he hits the stick straight on the shield. The blow fired with the image of the thruster being attached to the tip of the stick and causing it to erupt is heavy, and each shield flies the opponent. Keep approaching with a hover and gently stick a stick up its belly. The two behind me, who were watching that, try to hang up and cut it off, but this also diminishes. It's impossible to go on offense without knowing what means of attack the opponent has. Set aside the time difference, on the belly of the two approaching, he creates about a baseball ball of rubble with earthly magic, slamming it into the belly of both. He screamed like he was going to vomit and confirmed the collapsing polygon, turned around and gently poked his stick out.

The remaining eighteen who have fallen back in a series of streams, but this is also a reduction. If your allies are being hit and you feel cowardly, you can't take advantage of your chances. This place must run to siege while it is devouring its prey. The situation now is just loosely surrounded. I don't feel any pressure, and I can keep hunting the U.N. crowd one-on-one.

"What is it, gentlemen? Three allies got killed, didn't they? Though of the Seventh Class, what are you doing to one human opponent who earned points for the courtesy of His Excellency Count Norweh? Speaking of eighth grade, you'd already be a fierce killer of bears. Standing there doesn't improve the situation, does it?

You rode that provocation, one of you tries to run from the diagonal back in a torn mood. I recharge with a hover with a slew of pointing sticks at the height around the other person's chest. You can see the reach difference, so the opponent also sets up a shield, but now he creates a thruster at the top of the stick and swings it down as much as he wants, spraying the thruster diagonally at the time of the ground rinse. Draw Buy's letter, prune his opponent's left foot, and retract rapidly as it is, knocking dirt magic into the two behind him who were clumped together. The soldier whose leg has been mowed is also mowed by the tip of his ear, so it is an injury determination, and he is stuffy and unable to move due to pain. That's a reduction, too. Nobody comes in to help. They're all constricting.

Later, twenty-one people crawled to the ground with a feint-woven ramp and a repetition of crushing the soldier behind the invitees into tunnels. Um, it sucks not to learn.

Heal the man who is ready to fight with divinity and gather him in the center of the practice room to sit down.

"I want to ask first. Fia must have told you about the battlefield. [M] What's your purpose on the battlefield?

"To defeat the enemy."

The first fallen soldier takes the initiative to answer.

"Hmm. If that's what you were telling me, I'd have to punish Fia for being out of control. Ask again. Did Fia tell you what the purpose was?

"To survive on the battlefield and defeat the target enemy."

"Yes."

Nod loudly and answer.

"It's a premise to survive, and I'm telling you to defeat your enemies on it. What do we need to do to survive? Are you guys suicide volunteers? Why didn't you think about it?

When you ask that, no one returns the answer.

"I first told him to deal with it because I thought it was a demon. You were even thinking of it as a creature running on two legs on two arms as you saw it? I would have made it a little bigger if I had originally planned, but the basics are no different than the movement of a bear less than three meters. You guys have dealt with each other about once, haven't you?

The basic concept is the bear, so the speed of the hover hasn't increased that much either. I'm weighing in because I'm assuming a bear blow, and I was intercepting an approaching opponent from behind with dirt magic, an attack in retrospect. For this reason, a time difference is provided, and if it is more than a certain distance so that the range is not exceeded, it is cancelled and released to disappear. You can tell if there's no debris falling around you, and if you're watching how it goes in the first place, you'll notice enough. The attack of the Buoy word is only a glimmer from below.

Heard of a bear, convinced, a mild expression of dismay emerges among the soldiers. It's an easy story if you get revealed, and being unilaterally done with twenty-one eight-grade bears being able to hunt is too delusional for my appearance.

"You guys are totally unwilling to listen to people. Then claim your rights. Do you remember anyone who said I didn't understand the nature of the problem?

When you ask, everyone leans down. Hmm, do you think I should listen to my words?

"You guys have a relative role to play in turning to offense, but that's not why it's great or anything. Because it is only one means to survive. You know why they told me to act in threesomes, whether in training or in action?

No response. I wonder how I'm going to tell you, one soldier approaches me.

"We're ready."

"Okay, let's go."

Tell him so, and the soldiers will return to the entrance.

"Another squad of eighteen is coming. You guys are going to take a tour, thinking back to your moves earlier."

Turn the neck around and check the fatigue level of the body. I'm not that tired, and I'm fine with over-returning. Around the perimeter of the training room lined with earlier soldiers, another eighteen will align.

Well, let me see. The real strength of the soldier who absorbed the Doctrine to his core.