Manowa

It was just a steel castle there.

A moving fortress using technology that has not yet been realized in this world. It was a womb of steel that produced an unwilling army, and a battleship of iron walls capable of ravaging a single nation. For once, the Lord of the Fortress was walking among its dangerous beings that could scatter the scourge of war if he went outside.

"I've been here a long time, but I didn't expect you to be better than you heard. That's exactly what this is about. It's getting more and more noisy."

When the old man walking behind the Lord of the fortress said so, the Lord turned around behind him and then laughed niggardly.

"I quit weighing myself in. I can't stop you, and I won't let you. I don't know what's going on over there, but I need to do everything I can."

"Wow. Wow. All of our employees are worried about it. I also have permission to put this here on the condition that I bring everything over there. Well, via chrysanthemum. There won't be a problem. Even so."

The old man's face peeking into the inner window of the aisle is sinister. Beyond that lies the production plant. The parts of the machine flow on the belt conveyor, which combines to become a robot. Combining it was also a robot.

The flowing parts are transformed and materialized by magic. Therefore, there is no cost of materials. That is equivalent to producing a yes from nothing, depending on what you see.

"Are you still building it? I think there's been a lot more."

"Yeah, I told you I'd do everything I could. Because the Arakami experience was better than I thought. Once I used" Unapprentice "to gather all the magic here to build a Machiner's Soldier. I need to level up again by my due date, but that's going to accumulate in the next two fights or so. Ma, I can't get everything in here right now, so I'm keeping you waiting outside."

With the word of the Lord, the old man continues to peek into the outer window.

It was such an underground garage with a huge fortress outside. And out the window, under the old man's eyes, the soldiers of machines that are not running now line up in line with the slack.

It also houses two-legged manoeuvres, leading vehicles, motorcycles, as well as drones and small fighters, beside which were loaded a tremendous number of firearms and ammunition boxes, and that was a sight reminiscent of the armies of the Space Empire here and there.

The old man looked at them in horror, as if they were unrealistic.

"I don't think this is Japan."

Unexpectedly blurry, but the race was already thrown. The old man has allowed it.

And whoever is in front of the old man can carry all this on his own, escaping all surveillance. And the person itself has comparable power to those.

It was no longer equal to being able to do something about her by force in this world. Anyway, if anything, it's possible to transfer and even escape. Already her companion has entered the world, calling it a hot spring trip, and continues to wrap around the beacon, which serves as a metastatic coordinate. The old man can't even get through all of that anymore.

Her companions had also now been reinforced with new powers, and the old man's staff and those seconded by the militia had also been included in this fighting force.

Even now, at the bridge of this moving fortress, the captain's ghost mentor, the face of the militia, is trained in operations.

In the first place, the old man himself had been added as the main force.

"So, is that the eagle?

Ahead of the old man's sight stopped was a giant armor with armor like armor from the Warring States.

"Yeah. Rosinback One. Grandpa, it's a power assistant suit for active revival named after you in the sense of camback."

"On top of the terrible name, that's a combat powersuit already. You don't have an assist."

"For once, it's on the extension of the assist function, so it's going to be classified. A hybrid weapon that allows you to divert Futures War batteries instead of Childstone or other power to move them as a golem. With that, Grandpa would be a dragon opponent."

An old man holds his head in the word of the Lord, who grabbed his fist and said forcefully. It was the old man himself who said he would join the war too, if he were to let the officials go... But I didn't expect you to have that. The person in front of me says, "Let's get out of here."

In fact, he's an old man strong enough to defeat every adventurer who's lived the world over there. There, if the problem of physical ability had been cleared, it would have been exactly a gold bar on ghosts.

Then, the door that arrives automatically opens, and when the Lord and Old Man of the Fortress enter it, the men who had reached their respective seats on the bridge with the roar of "Pi-i" rise and salute them.

"Oh, take it easy"

When the wind said so, everyone lifted the salute on the spot, but the upright immobility posture remained intact. That's because the captain who's coaching them hasn't.

It should be noted that they were militia members once saved by the wind noises in the dungeon. Having fallen in love with General Silver Wolf, they were now in this way training for the operation of the manoeuvre fortress Bitblen after being assigned to the Dungeon Exploration Division on a business trip.

"Captain. How's the finish?

"Pi. It's perfect."

The Lord of the Fortress nods "I see" in the reply he returns.

The meaning was like, "Looks like the egg shell on the chick's ass is finally falling off, boss," and she was able to correctly guess that with a general feeling.

"Well, it looks like Laurent's sisters will be back soon from the Mediterranean hot springs, and we still have time, so don't overfill them with roots"

To the word of his Lord, the captain salutes him again, and the militia members under his command salute him in the same way.

"Well, I'll do whatever I want, so don't worry about it. Just keep training."

Her business is not to inspect the fortress. The purpose of coming here is separate. And the Lord of the fortress narrows his eyes, and looks at the captain, and speaks of his demands.

"So, I was wondering if you could show me an example"

The captain nods "piquely" at the word of the Lord, changing the view of the windows around the bridge. The old man looked at it with surprise.

"This is..."

"Hehe. Well, actually, the bridge you can see from the outside is dummy. This is how they actually use monitors to misidentify us. And this time I left it to the development team to finally complete it."

So it was some device that the LORD had taken out. The Lord of the Fortress was also intimate with the authority of electronic engineering, where he had asked for it, and it was the device that arrived of the type this morning.

The Lord gave it to the back of the console removed from the backpack and then connected it to a cord stretched from the side of the captain's seat.

"Heh heh. We finally have a converter to see the footage of this world on the monitor of this moving fortress."

"I mean..."

"This means we can play games on the big screen."

That said, Lord, when the wind noise spinned on the spot with Kurlin and sat dossari in the captain's seat, the captain put Laurent over his head, and when he took out the controller, he just started the game.

Even though you can play in a big screen mood with HMD (head-mounted display), it's still more powerful if you can play on an actual giant screen... I feel it. That is why the wind sounds came here.

"Come to this place, it's another game."

With the old man fan on his face and the face of the militia on a similar face, the captain, Laurent the Ten Knights, flies him back to train for operations.

I cut another half month until my due date. Ready. I could even afford to play the game in the wind.