After the operation meeting, I was headed to the hangar. Angus, who was with me all the way along, is split up along the way to get dinner ready.
Everyone in the squad will be almost all night tonight, and I'm sure they'll have to at least just take a meal.
And in the arriving hangar, the mechanics are still busy working.
In my fuselage, cables are stretched from various parts of things that are not fragmented and armor is being redecorated.
Looks like he's replacing chest armor just in front of the cockpit now. What a nice peeled generator and cockpit.
I also like to look at perfectly maintained fuselages, but this is how I enjoy watching fuselages with their internal structures sticking out.
This reminds me that I'm on a human giant robot.
"Ooh, captain. What's the matter with you?
"Mr. Orrell, how's the fuselage? I don't think it's that bad."
"Right. There's less distortion, and just a change of armor won't be a problem. I just didn't have Perfilizzi in my artifice gorge, but what's the matter?
Yes, I totally forgot to tell Mr. O'Rail.
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you. Perfilizi was destroyed in battle."
"Mmm, there's no spare on that one. If you order now, it'll take a month."
Mr. O'Rail is right, that one is bespoke armed and doesn't even produce replacement gear. So even if I order it, it's going to take a lot of time because I'm going to be producing parts from there again.
That was a sniper weapon in the first place, so I didn't expect to use it with my enemies nearby, and I didn't think it would break.
"I know. So put your sword in the artifice gorge for that matter. If it's a sword slot, you've brought spares, haven't you?
Unlike Perfilizzi, the sword sheath should have brought some spare. Put that in Perfilizzi's slot and you should be able to get about two more swords.
I don't think I would ever use that much sword in practice, but if I could increase the power of Totalite Ipilation at all, I'd never go beyond it.
"Um, got it. Then I'm not going to ask Karine to adjust the physical operator (sense board)."
"Oh, then I'll tell him. Because there are some things I would like to ask you to do at last. Still in the cockpit?
"Oh, I'm not supposed to be caged."
"Okay."
It's also troublesome to go up using the stairs on purpose, so activate the magic and run up the Armunale for a breath.
And glancing inside the cockpit from Tallap, Mr. Carine was facing the monitor with a serious look. There, a large amount of information is shown and flows from bottom to top.
Apparently, it puts information for the physical operator (sense board) on the monitor. I've never looked closely at adjusting the physical operator (sense board) before, but this is how they read the information from the physical operator (sense board) and optimize it to match that information.
"Eldo reacts so fast. Occasionally it heats abnormally. We need to sharpen more extra. Plus, there's a delay in switching arms. Could it be a circuit distance lug? Even so, unscrupulous manipulation."
"I'm sorry you're unscrupulous."
"Yikes!? Heb."
Karine struck the screen with surprise as she screamed adorably.
"Hey, captain! If you were there, call me!
"I was serious. I thought it would be bad if I disturbed you. What kind of data is that?
I try to follow with my eyes the strings flowing on the screen as I get into the cockpit.
arrows, such as , and numbers and alphabets line up one by one. Honestly, I don't know what it is to see this.
"This is piloting history. The data entered by the captain is still coming out. See, this is going forward, changing the output system, stepping in, applying force to your hips, sticking out your right arm."
"Is this going to be a poking attack?"
If you ask me, I do remember maneuvering like that. But that's because I was actually making that move, and I'm sure you don't know what kind of move this is when you just look at the other pilot's operation.
"Look at this and check the internal condition of the fuselage against the situation of the fuselage. If you can't do this, you won't be recognized as a physics operator (sense board) writer."
"Wow."
"Hmm, naturally. The physics operator (senseboard) writer is a difficult profession to follow as a pilot."
Mr. Carine snorts proudly. But the nose was red after being hit by the screen earlier. That's not tight...
"Then there's something I'd like you to do for Mr. Carine."
"What?"
"I want an example physical operator (senseboard) on it by the next launch."
"... are you serious about that? What's so reckless about putting it into action without a test shot?
I also answer Karine, who stops her hand and asks her with a serious look, looking straight into her eyes again.
"Yeah, I decided I needed that magic for my next operation. You don't have a systemic problem with that, do you?
"Even if not systematically, there are still physical problems. Fuel, by the way. Even in the present state, a single shot will deplete this fuselage. What are you gonna do after that?
"I'll keep the supply squad waiting. Shoot from behind and you'll get some time to replenish."
"That's so lame."
"Still, this reduces the damage the most"
".................. haha, ok"
A rooted Mr. Carine gets up from the cockpit by erasing the data he was putting out on the monitor with a sigh.
"I'll put in today's data and tweak it. It'll take a little while."
"By tomorrow morning, please"
"Really, my captain is so unscrupulous."
When Mr. Carine pounds my head with the material he had, he climbs out of the cockpit and speaks to one of the mechanics who was nearby.
"I'm a little sorry, could you bring me the A3's physical operator (sense board) in Warehouse II?
"I don't mind. A3 in Warehouse Two."
"Yeah, because there's supposed to be three sets of physical operators (sense boards)."
"Okay."
"Thanks."
Mr. Carine gives a throwing kiss to the mechanic who took it on comfortably.
Yeah, it feels like you're used to something, doesn't it, Mr. Carine? Maybe it's surprisingly idle temperament. It's an assortment of attributes, looks pretty cute, looks surprising.
With that in mind, looking behind Mr. Carine, Mr. Carine looks back when she notices my gaze.
"What's going on?
"No, anything"
"Then the captain should return to his room as soon as possible and try to recover his strength. You're pretty tired of today's fight, aren't you?
"Well it is. Just before that."
I smile as I see the person on the monitor.
"Guys! I've been cooking dinner, so stop your hand in a nice spot for dinner! If you don't get well, you won't make it!
"Uh-huh."
Angus came into the hangar with the dish in the dimensional torso pan.
"I'm hungry for now"
"I wish I could eat in my room"
"Eating with everyone in places like this is pretty good, too. Let's go."
"Oh, hey."
When I pushed Mr. Karine out of the cockpit to Tallap, I headed under Angus, who handed out the dishes.
The next day, the hangar had been surrounded by noise since morning. I guess it's more right to say it all the time since last night than that.
Almost all the mechanics have been adjusting the fuselage all night.
Thanks in part to this, the armor has been replaced by new objects and the conversion of slots in the artifice gorge has also been completed.
And the most important physical operator (senseboard)...
"It's over..."
When I glanced into the dreaded cockpit, there was a figure of Mr. Carine who was exhausted and could also slip on the seat. From its mouth, it looks like its soul is falling out.
"Good luck"
"Oh, Captain. I finished it for you. Be grateful."
"Yeah, let's do that. I'll be hosting again."
"I'm going to sleep more now than that, so don't bother around the base. I can't believe they did that near the base."
"Okay. I'm going to push you from the plains and drop the base over there."
"Please."
Carine, who came down to Tallap, alternates with a pattin and a light high touch.
When you get in and display the fuselage data on the screen, a new magic is registered and a number of buttons are also new in the cockpit.
"This is the Strategic Magic Armilloulay…"
The new magic I asked for was mass destruction magic with strategic weapons-class power.
Easy to work with. Magic creates a magnifying mirror and at the same time forms a convex lens type of distortion that is created when magic gathers. Massive deployment of those two around the fuselage. An object that maximizes computational capability, calculates refraction of light, and collects the focus to a specified location.
Well, if I tell you, it's a solar system.
In the previous life we could not have that much power as a weapon because of various physical constraints, it was only the presence of SF, but this is what magically assists it with.
Much depends on the weather, but it's already been confirmed that the fire power will be faint.
As magic, it just unfolds around the fuselage, so it's not that much consumption, but it's so difficult to calculate the focus with a physical operator (sense board) that all the magic is consumed there.
That made it a weapon that could only shoot one or two shots.
In the first place, it was the worst weapon planned to deploy lenses over enemy bases and towns and burn them all down at once. So I named it Strategic Magic, but it would be a better level to say Tactical Magic as well as Armunale's limitations and current abilities.
"Like this, it's best not to use it"
I didn't want to use it if I could. Sometimes it's a weapon that leads to indiscriminate mass killing, but more than that, because if this technology passes to the Empire, it can be the worst depletion battle ever to shoot this at each other.
Then it's like a nuclear war.
So you can never give away this airframe or magic secret.
To that end...
"Hey, Captain, are you here?"
"Mr. O'Rail."
As I looked at one of the newly added buttons, Mr. O'Rail came to the cockpit.
"As asked, I worked with Karine's lady to incorporate suicide bombing measures, but is this really happening? As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to set up a device to kill the pilot."
"It's an absolute necessity. If my fuselage is captured, it will be the worst."
What I was looking at was a button on a suicide bomber.
The principle is simple: explosion occurs in the tube of concentrated magic fluid (Hymaggia Liquid) that is spinning around the generator.
Generator-by-generator physical operators (sense boards) are mechanisms that blow everything up and leave no dust behind.
"I'm not going to use it. I want to live with Angus forever."
The second life I got because of it. I have no intention of ending it with a suicide bomber.
Even if it blows itself up, it will definitely survive. And I'll show you that quote!
"Of course not. Just get it over with and come back."
"Yes."
Mr. O'Rail leaves Tallap. At the same time, the clock needle was thirty minutes before the start time of the motion operation.
A siren sounds inside the base, making people move more intensely.
"Prepare to launch. Eldo, we're leaving!
Switch the fuselage to activation mode and let it take a step forward.
There is no discomfort in changing the physical operator (sense board).
With certainty that this will happen, I will proceed to the gate of the base beneath the clear sky.
There, the aircraft that gradually gather together.
This launch is a seven-armunale that can now move to the first to fourth Abnomulet units. One for each unit and one for the escort of the Jade Force Leader, who also commands this time. And it became a combination of me and Battis.
"Battis, do me a favor today"
"It feels good to be counted on by Eldo! Well, don't let go of that magic with the intention of getting on a big ship!
"Let me do that."
And so much less, all the troops assembled outside the base.
The remaining members of Unit V are waving the flag of the kingdom from above the outer wall.
And among them, there were the princess and the base commander.
"Now we begin Operation Camentoria Retrieval! It will probably be the most intense fight ever! But we win this, and we take back all the land that has been taken! I don't speak many words! I believe and pray for your victory at this base! Prosperity and glory to the Kingdom of Faithful!
"Prosperity and glory!
"Long live the Kingdom of Faithful!
"Hail Ines!
"All troops out! Goal Camentoria!"
Under the command of the Jade Squad Leader, the Abnomulet Squad moves. Along with that, Battis and I had to move the fuselage from the rear.