The next morning. As the morning sun appeared from the shadows of the mountains, an enemy attack began.
The Batis also naturally set out, with noisy battle noises echoing in the early morning plains.
"Abnomule squad, build a solid wall! If they eat you, they'll push you to the base at once!
Thirteenth Squad, follow me.
"Oops, that's a long time to be back in the combo!
"Twenty squad wounded. The battle cannot continue. Retreat."
"I'll fill the missing hole!
The Armunale captains, who managed to align their footprints between the troops during last night, have also managed to maintain their front and maintain their antagonism.
In the meantime, Batis was pruning Abnomulet a short distance from the center of the battle.
There is naturally a figure of Leon beside it.
"Leon, please."
"No problem. Battis just needs to look ahead."
"Aye! Oh, come on!
A bullet passes next to the Batis aircraft, shooting through the cockpit of Abnomulet, who was waving his sword up.
In that gap too, Batis pierces, kicks and destroys the two planes in the front.
Batis and Leon. As followed by these two, from the rear, almost all of the Abnomulet aircraft now on the base continued.
From the cracks that have been ripped open, the Abnomules of the enemies who have been severed by the onslaught of the Abnomules are taken over one after the other. To that appearance, there was a scream from the enemy.
"Why! Why are you so morale!
"The raid on the King's Capital must have been a success!
"What's going on!
"Ha, to that extent the soldiers of the kingdom will collapse!
"I was in pretty bad shape last night."
"Leon... don't water it because it's a good place"
But in fact, Leon was right about last night being in a pretty dangerous state.
Soldiers who were given information by enemy soldiers were upset and packed into command.
Battis was in the hangar at that time to repair the fuselage, but the noise was enough to tell among the hangars drooling out loud in the repair.
It was a single letter from Inés, the second princess, delivered more urgently than the King's capital.
"But I don't think the royal family will be on the front line."
Content of the letter. It was that Ines would be the future ruler and would receive military until the next generation of talent grew up.
If that was just it, I'd rather the anxiety was going to spread.
The Second Princess is a woman on top of all she has just grown up this year. Unlike the Second Prince, who has studied to take charge of the military from his childhood.
Can you do a decent command, aren't you a selfish lady, come out on the front line and do what you can? It would be natural for such anxiety to arise.
But what blew that anxiety away was a sentence that went on.
It was that Inez would follow the front line and Inez's Kingsguard Eldo would rise to the front line as well.
As a result of previous battles, Eldo is no longer treated heroically.
If such a person were to be on the front line, it would also be natural to gain morale.
But in that, there were two beings who made their hearts rush.
"Eldo returns to the front line. If we don't calm the situation here by then, you'll know what they're gonna say."
"On the contrary, Eldo could take away all the effects of the war. In a way, it's our last chance."
"Right!
Once and for all, Batis, who tore apart the enemy's Abnomulet troops in two, heads to the mercenary Armunale, which was hiding behind them.
"He's already here."
"Why is there such a strong guy!
"Maybe he crushed the base with two planes."
"The numbers are up here. Surround it and slap it, and what the hell! This is a temporary truce."
"I don't have a choice!
"You can't be hit here!
Coming out in front of Batis were three Armunales. There's one more Armunale behind it, but as far as how it goes, it doesn't seem to be the type to actively participate in the fight. Still, I can't get more distracted than there is an accidental blow by magic.
"Since when?
"He looks stupid."
"You know what I mean?"
None of the fuselages seem so distinctive. At best, they have the emblems of each mercenary regiment on their shoulders, but those emblems are all silly things, such as twigs, swords, and evil hobby hearts.
"It means they're all idiots."
"I see, it's easy to understand. I mean, all at once!
Battis' fuselage moves forward. The enemy aircraft turned to the Batis aircraft, trying to activate the magic, but with that gap Leon struck the lead ball one shot at the leg joint of the enemy aircraft.
One shot of lead balls. Even if you can distort the joints slightly, you can't even destroy them.
But the enemy aircraft breaks the balance and deflects its aim.
Without looking concerned about the magic of landing at close range, Battis approached the enemy aircraft without slowing down any speed, releasing a kick toward one of them that was in the middle.
The enemy takes it by shield, but collapses and falls backwards on impact.
Batis did not stop and changed his target from a fallen fuselage to a neighboring one.
Wave your sword to the side and as you step back the enemy aircraft will kneel the fuselage with shaken momentum, extending your legs and hitting the retracted fuselage.
Where the second plane has fallen, the other one finally launches an attack. But it was taken by Abnomulet.
"Just to the mass production type!
Against an opponent who tries to crush him once and for all with a force push, Leon does not let Abnomulet invest in him, but retreats to be pushed as he is.
But that's not a problem. Because the aim is just a moment's pause.
"Here you go!"
Batis, who regained his posture, protrudes his sword from the position of Abnomulet's hip sleuth.
The attack, which had become the shadow of Abnomulet and was completely a blind spot from the enemy aircraft, completely captured the cockpit of the enemy aircraft.
"One plane first."
"Battis, magic is coming."
"Aye."
On Leon's signal, Battis raises the Magic Shield's output. Doing so covered the Magic Shield range only from Battis' fuselage to Leon's fuselage.
Immediately afterwards, the magic is released from the two planes that were made to fall and continue to stand.
The two magics are attenuated by the magic shield of the Batis aircraft and cannot inflict a fatal blow on the two aircraft. Batis and Leon's fuselage, which had a harmonica pistole in the meantime, set their aim on one plane and pull the trigger.
Pampered Pampered Pampered and continued to stand, with a total of six bullets hitting the cockpit of the enemy aircraft.
Several rounds were played by armor, but the stretched armor penetrates the last two rounds by being hit close in succession.
"I'll probably be the first to defeat Armunale in Abnomulet"
"Feat. You can still get a promotion."
"We'll have to take these guys down later."
"I don't know if I'm gonna be dealing with the runaways."
"So is that. Let's get this over with."
Stand up. Two planes concentrate their gaze toward the fuselage that holds the sword in an obviously hip-pulled position. The attitude of the airframe should remain clean even if the pilot is on the run because it is inherently a machine, but when it is up to the airframe, it is evidence that it is quite frightened.
You felt your aim concentrated on one plane, and there's magic to cover it from the rear, but it's all been disabled by the magic shield on the Batis aircraft.
In order to increase the output of the Magic Shield, Battis planes today cannot shoot as much magic as they think. But the enemy was so weak that it still seemed sufficient.
Two planes lay their swords, timing them and hang the assault.
The fleeing fuselage swung at Leon as he grumbled. I suppose you thought even abnomule to at least resist.
But the sword is taken lightly by Leon's fuselage.
Even robots are not a threat, such as slaughter without hips.
With that gap in mind, the moment Battis tried to stick his sword out, the magic wore on the ground outside the Magic Shield in momentum.
"What!?
"He's the one with the example."
As Battis marvels, Leon calmly uses the camera to identify the source of the magic.
That's one armunare that's flown from another combat location.
"We finally found him. Yesterday's Airframe"
"Oh, my God, you were an old man yesterday."
"Well, it's not the old man's year yet. I'm the one who's gonna take you down!
"That's our line! Leon, please."
Say no, Battis will go for an attack on the rookie.
Leon shook his head as he suppressed the enemy aircraft.
"Have you forgotten that my airframe is an abnomulet? Totally."
Thanks to reinforcements, the pilot of the enemy aircraft has regained a little calm and focused on the fuselage.
Leon immediately pulls out his impending power and turns backwards as he drifts through the enemy aircraft.
"This fuselage is not very user-friendly."
Leon felt a similar sentiment when Leila first rode abnomulet.
Abnomulet's maneuvering feels dull.
If you are an almunare, you will react sensitively even if you move the lever lightly, returning the response you wanted. But it's not in the abnomule.
It's the big movement that manipulates the lever firmly that handles it at quite a rate of reaction, but the fine manipulation doesn't react sometimes.
As a result, the aim of the harmonica pistole is very difficult.
The enemy planes are moving as well, even though they can be targeted with autos to some extent. It is the human hand that makes that correction.
If that correction deviates, I can't take advantage of the Harmonica pistole, which is difficult to shoot through armor.
"Well, it's the knights that still do something about it."
Push the Harmonica Pistole, who has just been able to buy the magazine, onto the back of the enemy aircraft and pull the trigger.
The bullet, released at a dang zero distance, snagged the armor and penetrated at the critical point.
But that's not the cockpit. It's a place with lots of hips cables.
A torn armor enters the fuselage and its fragments disconnect the cable. Bullets bursting in the body created a number of breakages.
"Hey, what!?
The pilot, surprised that the fuselage throws up a large number of errors with one bullet, speaks up.
"Hmm, if it's zero distance, can you pull one shot out? Damaged is hard to insult."
Leon checks the condition and now releases the trigger towards the cockpit.
The mercenary man was converted into pieces of flesh without any explanation.
"Well, the guys in the back are totally stopping. Over there."
I'm out of range of the magic shield, so I'll alert the back fuselage once, then check with Battis.
The two aircraft were bumping into each other from the front and cutting each other.
"How dare you do it yesterday!
"War. Killed and killed, of course."
"Then it's my side to kill!
"That's an unfulfilled hope!
"Kuh."
The force is drained for a moment and the pressure is exerted where the Batis aircraft is about to turn forward.
Pushed in all at once, the back of the fuselage turned back.
"It's dangerous to raise them. I'll beat you inside now!
"It's not a nuisance!
Battis machines deflect their opponent's sword. However, there is no means to confront the enemy that is sending its fuselage.
If you jump into your nostalgia, you'll be able to decide all at once with a badly postured Batis aircraft being pushed down.
Are you in a hurry?
From the enemy planes, I hear a mixed voice of slight dismay. With that in his ear, Battis stepped in the foot pedal as much as he could and cut the control balancer of the fuselage.
"There's no way!
The balancer-cut fuselage undergoes pedal manipulation, and the foot rises to the sky as it jumps. Contrary to that, the fuselage fell from back to ground.
But that was Battis' aim.
Throw down the sword and shield you were holding and reach the ground over your head.
A bouncing leg spins the universe as it arcs, kicking up the chest of an enemy aircraft. And when he spinned while he was still recoil, he regained his posture like a buck spin.
Batis immediately put the balancer back in, making sure the fuselage was pointing horizontally, exhaling huffily and small.
"You can do it in the outpost."
"Make Bizarre Moves"
Enemy planes that have been kicked in the chest can be packed and distanced as you wish. In the meantime, he took the harmonica pistole out of his hips and fired at the enemy aircraft.
But all bullets are played by shields and armor.
"I knew you couldn't do it if you were an Armunale opponent."
Throw the harmonica pistol and remove the last sword from the joint.
The shield has been thrown away. This is the only weapon left.
"Battis, do you want to cooperate?
"Keep your back down. Little flies are going to fly."
"Okay."
Seeing Batis' disadvantage, the troops who had been holding back were beginning to come forward. Leon left it to him, and Battis desired one-on-one.
"Was it good? Without the help of my people."
"Ha, I have to get out of here alone, I can't catch up with him"
"Hmm, the one you call man's pride. I know you're also the one who wants to win, but that's a mistake of choice here!
Enemy planes move.
Straight forward assault.
Batis advances in the same way, shouting the sword protruding from the enemy aircraft at the critical point.
A sword passing under his armpit sharpens his armor and scatters a spark, and Battis' sword strikes the enemy's shield.
The sword in the armpit immediately turns into a swing. Reading that, Batis kept his sword at bay as suppressed as he wished.
"Now the sword is sealed!
"Meaningless!"
"Become!?
At the next moment, the sword that should have been suppressing slips sully and severs the left arm of the Batis aircraft.
The sword's body was stretched with ice that reflected the light of the morning burn, and the white smoke was rising.
"Have you forgotten? Magic isn't all about release."
"Kuh."
He retreats once and for all, but the sword he shook down cleaves the front armor as much as he wants.
The monitor was broken by impact and outside was seen through a gap in the destroyed armor.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit"
Even if you try to retreat and distance at once, the opponent comes on perfectly and waves the sword again.
Batis also plays defense with his sword, but the magically granted blade has easily destroyed Batis' sword.
"This is defenseless. Stuffed, young."
It emits magic in distress, but the magic is to such an extent that it is attenuated and shallow scratched by the magic shield.
And just before the sword swept up was swung down for the Batis aircraft, something flew out of the sky with the roar.
"No!? There shouldn't be any plans for Avila Bomb!?
"Are you new!?
Flew in. When it jumps out of the soil and smoke, the enemy planes that are trying to destroy the Batis aircraft rush towards it, its flanks and its swords protrude.
"An enemy!?
The enemy aircraft dodges the assault and takes a distance from the two aircraft.
And gradually the airframe wrapped in earth-smoke appeared.
A boneless airframe, coloured with silver.
It is indisputable, the same thing that Leon is on, the kingdom's abnomulet.
"Phew, I just thought I was going to die. Fortze is supposed to be riding for two."
"So, who! What's that now!?
"Hmm? Is that voice Battis?
Abnomulet asks as she looks back. So Batis also realized that his voice sounded familiar to him.
"No way, Eldo!? Why to abnomulet!?
"Whoa, that's an order from the princess. Just come clean up around the house. My fuselage is under repair, by the way."
Eldo told me all about the unscrupulous order to sweep the fallen leaves.