No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

A few moments to drift through space.

The barrier-type spacecraft was in orbit around the moon.

The barrier turns to the back of the moon - the side that is at night.

Naturally, it goes into the shadow of the moon, so the barrier is also engulfed in darkness.

From there, it slowly drops altitude.

We didn't know what was waiting for us, so keep the lights to a minimum and we'll gaze at the back of the moon.

On a surface closed to darkness, I could see some light dots.

It's not a star mistake. Periodically blinking light points remind us that they are artificial light sources.

"That's it."

The goddess said, pointing to the light.

"That's the Devil's Guide Battleship Dustlvain over there. The seal is unsealed."

"You mean the lights are up and running"

I say it to the goddess.

"... you don't see it very well"

Miao said, staring at her eyes.

Indeed, you won't see anything with the naked eye because the light source is just a beacon-like point.

but me and Melvi, Jeremiah and Asla have good nights depending on their skills.

I could see the thin blur and the enormous shade that tumbled on the surface of the moon.

The overall form is organic reminiscent of beetles.

The size...... would it be about a kilo in the longest part?

In the middle of a huge crater on the back of the moon, a giant spaceship lit with beacons was seated everywhere.

"This is amazing... even the old cartoon starship, I don't think it was this big"

"You're big enough to fit three whole Japanese battleships during the Pacific War.

Apparently, he's seeing it. That's how Sun Shiloh supplements it.

"Dustlevine is a castle fortress that governs time and space. A living cannon to drag God out into the metaphysical world and destroy him. To cover the enormous amount of energy needed for its operation, Dustlevine had to house thousands of wizards inside it. But eventually, it became clear that it was not enough to cover it. It took more MP than Dustlevine's designers had ever assumed to make God present."

"So you're saying the Demon Leader Battleship couldn't be activated?

"No, I'm not. They eventually found a way to solve the energy problem. It's about unleashing demons on Dustlevine and turning the inside of a battleship into a dungeon"

"Such an unscrupulous"

"The Dustlevine designers unleashed countless demons on board when they went out into space. The ship went into havoc. Thousands of wizards packed into battleships as power sources were attacked by demons and slowly reduced their numbers. The magic that occurred in battle, the bodies of demons and wizards who died fighting, their hopelessness and resentment… Dustlevine succeeded in absorbing all of them and raising the energy needed to slaughter God"

"Hell..."

To much talk, they're all frowning.

"What do you mean, it's a dungeon in there?

"Yeah. But I don't know what's going on inside right now. Dustlvain, sealed on the back of the moon and completely isolated from the outside world. Maybe the magic ecosystem has collapsed and is no longer a dungeon, or vice versa, a tremendously dangerous dungeon where unpredictable evolutionary demons travel."

"The universe is the only thing that restricts our movement... it's a pain in the ass."

I sigh small.

"But you're saying there's no Pestle Hint secondary at the moment?

"I don't know. Though I find the signs disastrous, I can't tell if it belongs to the secondary or the dungeoned Dustlevine. It would be different if I had the original power..."

The goddess has been deprived of most of her power as a god by the secondary.

"... in the meantime, do I have to try to get close"

To my words, everyone nodded, and Mr. Alphesia's manoeuvre began the barrier descending to the moon.

Jeremiah said, staring at the surface of the moon with me.

"There's something here."

"Oh.... no way, human?

A small human-like shadow dotted the perimeter of a giant battleship that gradually filled its horizons.

As I approached, I noticed that the figure was putting a green cloth all over his body.

I breathe unexpectedly.

That outfit...

"Elf Elementalist!?"

The fundamentalist elves dominate the western side of the Dragonsnake Tongue Continent (Midgalztan).

It was definitely that elf elementalist who was sentinel around Dustlevine.

"No, that's stupid"

The moon - there is no atmosphere on the surface of Luranus. It's an environment where cosmic rays descend relentlessly in a vacuum that's no different from space.

There is no way a living human being can live.

I see the status of one of the elementalists reflexively.

Dvanek Zahn (Ten Elf Elementarists "Martyrs of Fire")

Fifty-six.

Elves

Level 35

HP? 4/6?

MP??/77

state embrio contamination

Skills

· Mythological

[Cosmic Adaptation] -

-Master #

[αZ--# 29] 5?

[Aaaaaaaaaa &?

I'm bugging you, but I could read the key point.

In short,

"You mean they're rewriting their status in Embrio and adapting them to the universe?"

I don't know how the secondary brought these guys to the moon, but having one like this means the secondary is already inside Dustlevine.

And the man I saw the status turned this way.

It must still be pretty far away, but they found us.

He opens his mouth trying to speak to the others nearby, but he rethinks and rushes over.

I don't have air, so I guess my voice didn't reach them.

But the man couldn't get close to the other green-skinned people.

"Hmm? What's going on?

A man holds his throat and nods silently on the spot.

And all of a sudden, he turns his body big.

Momentum turns backwards and floats wide off the surface of the moon as it rotates vertically.

My face is a desperate shape, it doesn't convey, but my throat also looks like I'm screaming all ripped out.

"Hey, what?

The man's body swoops as we drink and watch.

Tears like a green cloth explodes, and white bumpy meat appears out of it.

The face of a man with a distressed look disappeared swallowed by white meat.

By that time, finally, the other elf elementalists who were around notice the anomaly.

He's shouting something in his mouth and pointing at his buddies turning into huge chunks of white meat.

But their consternation didn't last long either.

Because their own bodies also turned into white meat, and they became huge.

The meat eventually clumps into the shape of a giant about three metres in length. He has long arms and two elbows each. There is no nose on his face and his thin eyes are red and cloudy. From the big ripped mouth, the twisted innumerable teeth protruded. The neck is buried in meat, with a reverse triangular shape as a whole.

Just on the moon, it's an alien or predator look. Or a small (albeit three meters) space monster.

"That's...!

It was Michi who raised her voice like that.

Sun Shiloh calmly supplements.

"This is the monster who was in the service of Leticia Ludameia. It was unilaterally ravaging a fully armed U.S. military unit.

"Goddess, what's that?

I ask the goddess.

"The evil god, Monugonese, is called a low-level possessor. A monster created by evil gods' messengers who create and transform people by evil laws."

"Evil Gods? So it's not the work of the secondary?

"No, a secondary should be able to do the same with altered information. Perhaps recognizing the intruder was a key stimulus and the status information was automatically rewritten."

"You mean you were going to make it disposable from the start."

Secondary - It is a copy of Hiroshi Pestle.

While we're talking, Mr. Alphesia is removing the demon props from the dimensional storage and releasing them outside the barrier.

Demonic props fly erratically through the low gravity lunar surface, lagging in front of possessed bodies and doings.

"- Red number 193. Burn it down."

With Mr. Alphesia's words, the flames of the Red Lotus blew out of the demonic props.

The flames swallow one of the possessed bodies that were gathering.

It is a magic item that compresses the scope of Mother Julia's Flame Storm and makes the flames much hotter.

A flame close to white illuminates the dark lunar surface.

Magic flames shaded the craters and rock irregularities to the extreme.

Quite a bit of light, but the spacecraft barrier is too strong. Visible light is also starting to play. Because of this, my vision is as dim as ever.

In the flames, the possessed bodies are shaking like dancing.

The flames are gone.

The possessions covered in white flesh were carbide black.

Did you do it?

I thought so for a moment.

"Not yet."

Goddess warns.

At a time like the one I was hearing about it, the carbide surface of the possessor collapses and slowly scatters on the low gravity lunar surface.

From behind it emerged a possessed body covered in the original white flesh.

Look at that, Mr. Alphesia snaps.

"Flames didn't seem compatible, did they? It came with an oxidizing agent, and I was confident that it was built to burn even in vacuum."

"That white matter is like disposable armor with high resilience."

"What can I do?

I look at Michi, who said she had seen it earlier, but Michi shakes her head.

"I didn't defeat it."

Really?

I mean, when I came across something like that, Michi used to be safe.

"That even the U.S. Army couldn't win?

'Yes. It seemed like nothing could be done with the infantry firearms used by the US military.

"But protecting it with that meat means there's something behind it that's not good for being attacked."

That's what Mr. Alphesia says, and he takes another demon prop out of dimensional storage.

It's like another fork to stab a cut fruit. Unlike a fork, this one is about the length of a dry rod.

"Iron No. 29 (Long Javelin). Pierce it."

Snuff like Mr. Alphesia asks for a fork.

A fork ran through the universe and pierced the unity of the possessory body that was recovering from the flames.

The fork is breaking through the chest of the possessed body and the tip is eating up to the ground of the moon.

The possessed body turns to bitterness and moves when it puts its mouth to pieces.

I guess I'm screaming.

So much less, the possession turned into black sand and collapsed away.

"I see. You just have to take it down with a penetrating physical attack."

I nod and use dimensional storage.

A moment later, the upper body of a few possessed bodies disappeared.

"Hey, what did you do?

Miho asks.

"Dimensional storage - direct ejection of electromagnetic armor bullets from pockets made in different dimensions."

Nothing, I don't need to take tools out of dimensional storage and use them, like Mr. Alphesia did.

It is also possible to only drill holes for the muzzle and eject bullets from inside the dimensional storage.

The other person, not even realizing what was done, is dead at the next moment.

While I explain that, the elf elementalists who were around Dustlevine come together. Then it changes from the next to the possessor. It may be that you're under some kind of mental manipulation not to escape in such a situation.

I defeat the emerging possessor from one end with a dimensional storage electromagnetic armored bullet.

'You don't have a body or a lid.

I said it like Sun Shiloh was only heartbroken.

"Uh-huh. If only we had air, we could fight."

Jeremiah says he's the only one in the barrier.

"Oh, that monster is so easy... Kagi-san is going to win by turning America against his enemies."

Miho is opening his mouth gently.

(You feel like you've reached where you're going.)

This is not the rush to battle or anything that happened.

Most of all, I don't want to enjoy the rush on a life-threatening battlefield just because I liked how much gay I was. If there is a way to ensure that you can be put to rest, you should use it without hesitation. There are a lot of people behind me to protect.

"As for the front seat, that was a slap."

We're getting closer to Dustlevine with the spaceship barrier while we get rid of the lookout possessor.

"But there must be a hatch on the belly of the ship..."

Following the Goddess's words, Mr. Alphesia moves the barrier to ascertain the hull of Dustlevine. The hull surface is made of something like black plastic and I can barely see any joints.

Eventually, however, we found a slight slit in the hull.

The slit is a rounded rectangle with corners, just big enough for people to get in and out. This would be what the goddess calls a "hatch".

"How do you open it?

Ask the goddess,

"Come on. I don't know either."

They shrugged my shoulders.

"Then you'll just do what you always do."

"As usual......?

Miho tilts his little neck.

Next to me, Jeremiah said.

"I'll do it."

Jeremiah set up the Holy Sword (Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler)) on her back.

Mr. Alfecia deforms the barrier so that the hull, including the hatch, enters the inside of the barrier.

"As always...... help!

Jeremiah waves the holy sword.

There is not even a sound, and the groove of the hatch is slashed apart by every surrounding dimension.

"Hey!

Jeremiah kicks the hatch.

Hatch fell in the back, making a heavy noise.

Behind the hatch there was a thin, bright space.

The entire wall is luminous and minimal light.

It's a passage about the size of a school hallway, with countless tubes running through the ceiling.

"You have air. It's about the same composition as the atmosphere of the planet Marquecto, no dangerous substances, no radioactivity, etc."

Mr. Alphesia collected air with a demonic prop removed from dimensional storage and said so.

We untie the barrier and land on the Dustlevine floor.

Gravity is small, but on the ground for the first time in a few hours, what a relief.

It was then.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa...

From behind the aisle, I heard something heavy and low.