Kidnapped Dragons

A few seconds before Maintenance took down the head of the First Secretary.

As soon as the crack opened, the preliminary papers that were ready fell to each unit of the Federation.

[The Lycan Battle Squadron will enter the Reserve Squadron in the current time zone. Hurry, the time is running out.]

Go get the monster.

[Urgent. Cruiser Healing Squad. Wire input.]

Go quickly and fix the first wounded. Keep it alive.

[10th Infantry Novice platoon. Need additional supply support, looting supplies, and thorough management.]

Sell it quickly and don't spill by-products.

[Central Navigation Group. Expedite locating, characterising, and appealing leaders.]

So how much money is the boss?

The SS + Dungeon exploded without a real advance.

It's amazing.

But it exploded. The amazing thing is amazing. As long as the situation has begun, leaders should always think:

After all, the failure of the offensive is to the brainchild of the unimaginable Federation. The existence of these dungeons was not significantly different from that of the new gold mines.

These were those who survived through the age of war.

These were the people who risked their lives on the monster hunt and received a treaty for the future.

These were federations.

Existing operations are strangely twisted at the moment of intervention. Because I know I'll catch him anyway. I had to think of a way to make a little more money.

If you take 10 monthly tickets, you take 50. It's okay to be fined or punished.

Isn't that a problem?

I'm gonna get him anyway.

We are the Federation.

For that reason, the Southern Amazon Boreal Corps. At the time the unit entered the total attack, the circle (Dement1) was sanctioned for movement.

“Oh, wait. Stop.”

He was in command as a free mercenary. The commander stopped him in an untrustworthy position.

“What are you doing? ”

“You have nothing to fight for. ”

“Operation is a mastery. Don't move too far from the operating theatre. ”

“No, no. Just don't move. Stay here."

“What?”

Deuteronomy 1 turns his head and looks him straight in the eye. The commander feels a little steamy as he faces his eyes, but he tries to ignore it. So Protein 1 approached him.

“What do you want to do now? I'm a free mercenary here. I requested authority to manoeuvre to the extent that the operation is unsafe. This is a legitimate request. But what reason does the commander have to stop my manoeuvre? ”

Then the commander shook his hand as if he was annoyed.

“If you can just stay..... huh? Why are you doing this? You're not gonna eat a knife for two days either. Or did you close your eyes while you were in a real hiding place? ”

“ ……. ”

Deuteronomy1 felt a little annoying at the moment.

At that time, the Chief of the Defence Staff stepped forward with the Self-Definition 1.

“Commander, the circle has been involved since the planning of the operation. ”

“No, so what. ”

“Even in combat, it won't cause any real loss. ”

“Hah... I don't know, why you? ”

However, the commander did not bend his head.

Tsk, Self 1 is full of tongues. I'll step up to get there, but he decided to stand up and see.

Maintenance and Self1 had a given role.

Maintenance will convince the Federation headquarters from now on. In the same way that he persuaded the three hostages of the Federation. As such, it shakes the organizational values of the federation in its place. It was a place to make preparations for the future.

It's ridiculous to hear that. It is clear that one individual, who had not had an ointment until recently, shakes the organizational policy of representing the world's military forces.

But retention had to do it.

If so, do you play while the monarch is struggling?

It is not.

His mandate was to show that they were as close as possible to the Federation. Don't let Maintenance and Self1 remain an unknown mystery. While demonstrating overwhelming force, we had to ensure that the direction of that force was for the Federation.

In sum, Protein1 was supposed to be the ‘hero’ of the Federation.

So I tried to move from the moment the crack was torn. Shouldn't these crazy humans be stopping themselves? At this point, if you spray this and run off to slash the monster, the direction of force will be out of the Federation.

It was not a pity for Deuteronomy 1 to die.

Self 1 asked the commander.

“Those are your direct reports? ”

His jaw was the front of the crack. Now we're about to face a monster.

“Huh? What, anyway. ”

“... don't regret the commander. ”

“What? What are you talking about? Get away from me! ”

He took a few steps back.

By this time, you will be right to give up.

I didn't even think I'd hear what they said here.

Isn't it? You are the organizer of the providence of the great world.

Right now, it's a bad idea to fly from a far away place in the world. And the fragments of evil can only be collected by the timepiece.

So on the way to confine myself to this situation, I borrowed a watch from the monarch for a while.....

Why was the status of the watch a little strange?

What are you talking about? Of course you're not an object.

I don't know why, but I'm sorry if I offended you.

Okay, I'm sorry again.

…….

It's quiet, so the message is constantly coming to mind.

I tried to be patient, but the message of the watch is a considerable burden on the mind. I began to feel dizzy as I continued to hold on.

So I had to talk to Deuteronomy 1 again.

Calm down, organizer of the great world providence.

But you don't have to be angry.

You don't have to be scared.

Sorry, we don't have any faces. But you know that, don't you? How important this place is.

It didn't take long for the watch and the time to be so graceful.

The cracks shake.

The sky rises like a flute and twitches like it's going to throw up something.

The waves of Mana change.

The air becomes heavy.

Urrrrrr..... The sound of something pouring out was hundreds of thousands of wings when I listened carefully.

“All ― ready for battle ―! ”

Immediately after the commander's shout.

Like a clogged bank exploded. Dirty manna, sheer green light, air and monsters began to pour out.

Ugh.

Head and chest. With a belly. Skin resembling crustaceans. And the body hair that extends out of the heart. Thin, big wings. It looks like a bug. The monsters I've never seen before.

They appeared alongside the Seekerman cloud, covering the air of the aquifer.

A dense form of mist. The sun is obscured. The darkness of the Seekerman comes, as if the heavens and the earth were covered with shadows.

The first night came.

“Take it! Don't push! ― ”

The rookies hit. Monsters and monsters in the front.

Right after the first fight like that. The commander sighs with his eyes wide open.

“What's going on...! ”

Something was wrong.

* * *

Front Line.

The first to be swept away by the dark green energy were the beginners of the exploration.

“Argh!”

“Huuuuuuuuuuu! ”

I wish I'd just been swept away by Mana. They twisted my neck and twisted my body. He fell on the floor and trembled as if he had epilepsy.

“Well, what the hell is that! ”

“Poison! Manaya of Poison Attribute...! ”

“Get out of the way! Everyone, open the street from that filthy mana! ”

As long as there was no precedent. Insufficient information was identified. Later, the commanders sheltered the troops from the rift.

“Hey! Are you okay?! ”

“Huff, huff..... ”

“Wake up, my friend! ”

A healing squad member pulls out a search party rookie who was swept away late by Mana. Then he poured healing magic over his body. The search party starter coughs repeatedly, vomiting blood. Even though I'm getting a healing Mana. The cough didn't stop.

“Huff, huff... Huff! Cool! Cool! Huff, huff! ”

“What kind of cough is this……. ”

Then he realized that something messy was digging into his respirator. I'm in a hurry to stop breathing. Close your eyes. Then move the Mana and analyze it at the same time as you push it.

The energy of Encroachment and Infection was full.

Surprised, he hurriedly opens his eyes and shouts to the commander.

“Captain! This is not poison! ”

“What? What are you talking about! Then it's not poison. What is it? ”

“This...! ”

A cough appears on the charna that was about to speak.

The healing superhero grabbed my heart.

“Cool, cool! Ugh, uhhh...! ”

This is not a poison.

It is not merely a manna of such attributes that interferes with the flesh.

“Don't reach the fallen superman! Control your breathing so you don't swallow Mana as much as you can ―! This, this...! ”

Repeating 'growth’ and ‘division’ and ‘infection’ and ‘encroachment’. The nature of an ancient Mana that is hard to find even in modern times.

“It's a plague! ”

The healer commander's voice echoes aloud.

The situation has been staggered from the beginning.

Mana swept through the supermen of the plague. The rookies are blocked from breathing. 15% of the power died of monsters' prey in a sudden event.

That was fine, though. They were the best in the world, so the preparations for the anomaly were astonishing.

But the seventh time evil touched, it used to create things that were not in the common sense of man and the providence of the world.

The message of the watch comes to mind.

Originally, you'd be the boss who'd have to go out, break the cracks later.

I started pouring beaks that resemble rectangular spires from the cracks in the dark.

“What! Why are bosses already popping out? ―! ”

It wasn't prepared.

It was a completely entrenched situation.

You didn't even start the Boss-only anti-aircraft.

Someone's desperate for this.

The protruding dark blue gangrene reveals itself like a disaster.

Fitness 25m.

Stretching two wings prevents a massive body from breathing unrealistically even in the dark sky.

It sat upon men's heads.

Then the green powder scattered from the wings.

“No, baby-boy!! ”

His troops are destroyed. The commander complained.

In the battlefield that became Abyssal.

Everyone is only in a rush to get out of their minds and run, so when a colleague grabs his ankle, he kicks and jumps.

“Yes, I did, didn't I? ”

A man took a step among the trees.

“I regret it..... ”

A half-hearted commander looks up at him.

“Hey! Get out of my way! You're gonna die while you're out here! ”

“So, you're not going? ”

“Where is the commander going when his men are dead! What kind of face am I going to go? ”

Self1 understood.

An incompetent commander is better off dead.

But not now. The body hits his back because it seems disturbing. Hahaha! His body collapses. He may have died because he didn't have a "Hand Fling."

Anyway.

I thought it would be okay to have a monthly ticket by now. The Judged Self 1 slowly draws the sword borrowed from the retainer from the subspace.

It is a plain sword in sight. But it's a Lv.4 artifact weapon that killed and took Noah.

"Dream-eating Sword"

If you're a normal superhero, you can't handle it. Even the one who can handle it is the yogi that eventually swallows the master. A weapon that cannot be used as a weapon.

However, he is an incarnate of retention.

In the battlefield of Abigail.

Deuteronomy 1 empowers the hand holding the sword.

As if responding to a gloomy Mana, a shimmering, greenish-looking plague Mana begins to swirl around him.

It was an intense Mana's reaction. If you look at it in the air, it's enough to cover a whole battalion.

Hundreds of metres in diameter, the vortex rocks the aquarium.

The flying bugs got caught up in the flow and didn't fly properly. Humans in crisis crawled to the ground and resisted the vortex.

“What the hell...! ’

“Ah... over there! ”

Everyone's gaze gathers in one place.

In the eyes of a hurricane.

This incomprehensible misuse stood right there. They felt an unknown transmission at the next moment. There's a manna around the guy. I began to sprout more sharply than the life of an unknown monster.

Even the flying bossy monsters can't move hard, when they're looking at a small human being.

At the heart of all such gaze.

Maintenance based on the 6th time opened my eyes.

Start

Then the world became colorless.