Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day the border

Wherever you are at all times, there is always misfortune and misfortune, and there is no unexpected tragedy there. Without reaching out - there is always something that falls zero off your fingertips.

When it is regrettable, it cages in the room, angry by itself as it is about to be crushed by grief, striking iron in the garden as it mourns, and trying to shoot it with a test shot as it screams outside the city.

Yeah, because I can't reach it, because I can't save it... is it simultaneous surface control with the heavy blow of long range fire?

"I thought you were going to lay the railroad and build a supporting posture, it was an ultra-range saturated shelling of an 80-cm train cannon!" "" "Yeah, you're a fine 80-cm train gun (Gustav)!" "" I'd say it's the largest giant train gun in the world, and only two were manufactured out of that cost, "" "" Yeah, it's a fancy number of violence that looks ripe too, right?

Train cannon made with the idea of a land battleship to counter shelling from a big ship cannonist battleship. A giant weapon that was not deployed in action due to its operational difficulties is demonically modified in different worlds to lay the tracks to surround the demonic forest...... already, instead of just trying to flood the support, seems like a supportive firepower willing to blow up every forest?

"But you rewarded me for repelling you safely, didn't you?" "I talked to Mr. Oak because I thought you were his wife, and he said he could barely take down the oak, but later he told me his wife gave him a bump?" "" "Yeah, why are you honestly telling your wife!" "" "That? Obituaries are in a couple fights!?" "No, I think the guy's probably still alive, but he said the village grandfather was dead"

The obituary was a grandfather who chased demons away in a havoc village with a pair of armored sleeves, sat down for a rest and a drink, and took his breath away to sleep quietly as it was. Grandfather that he must have adorned the beauty of the end and smiled that he would have fulfilled his full temperament.

Even if you can cure an injury or illness, you can't make it immortal, so people always die. Lifespan is the same, and if you die instantly saying how much mushroom you've randomly captured, you won't make it.

I guess I'm sorry to say I don't like that.

Demons who get shot in 80cm cannons for that reason won't like it any more.

Still, if it hadn't been for the raid, maybe we could have lived just a little longer.

That's something that only that grandfather already knows, and I'm sure he has no remorse whatsoever for protecting and laughing at his grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

But... you don't like that. Yeah, I guess I can't stand it if that's the life expectancy of the day left, or if that's why they take it away even for just one second. Because I'm exhausted.

"Yao probably knew the grandfather," "Oh well... a village like a robust fortress by the woods is definitely going," "If you say you've slashed all those demons by yourself, that weapon would be considerable," "Maybe that's a condolence cannon," "I'm sure the village, grandchildren and great-grandchildren are both protected and courtesy of the grandfather who died laughing," "" Yeah, it's a firecracker's firepower exercise no matter what you watch! "" "I mean, how much ammo do you have!!" "It's auto controlled, it's auto loaded." "Yeah, it sounds like a semi-automatic controlled semi-automatic, right?

I'm sure it's annoying in the afterlife, and the gunfire that your grandfather's face is about to flaunt makes the atmosphere tremble, roar and roar the cannons of mourning - and then the almost perfectly irrelevant demon's disconnect voice also sounds.

"Well, I'm sorry," "Yeah, but..." "I guess I don't like it if I get it, huh?" "" I'm sorry, really. ""

Whether that's me or arrogant, because I wanted that grandfather to see a happier tomorrow, so I wanted him to see happier grandchildren and great-grandchildren... yeah, it's a simultaneous eight-hundred shelling, but let's make sacrifices to the Gobs in the woods.

Initially, the custom of gratuity was that the gratuity was odd and the condolence was even, and that there was no limit to the number of shots fired without bounds. It seems that as part of the cost saving, the maximum number of shots was set at 21... Yeah, the other world still doesn't seem to have a continuous provision for shooting long-range warheads and condolences by train guns, and incessant fierce fires pour iron fires into the rain showers and woods to signal their condolences for the sounds of ruin.

Yeah, I think it's better not to attack too many villages or anything because the condolences are more dangerous than the battle, huh? If you do anything wrong, you'll lose every forest, so it's Meh, right?