Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

A group then moves toward the [Serketo] crusade that exists in the basement tier. The Garginis team in charge and the Ars headed to the basement two tiers were fortunately in the same direction.

but gradually began to differ from the prior information. It was much larger than reported by the Oldwise and other elite units that were leading the way inside the deposits. The aisle is wider than the upper floors, so much so that I can imagine myself getting smaller.

It is not intricate, but nevertheless encountered a bifurcation at a high frequency.

Twenty or so C-rate demons were instantly killed and swept away, including at least the way they came, to the extent they could not be ambushed. For that matter, the rate of progress has fallen, but it is better than taking the risk of being surrounded by ignorance.

As a result, Ars was able to see the battle of each squad straight. Iris said he had enough power, but the truth is that Ars didn't know exactly what their fighting power was, whether to give ratings or trust them.

Each unit, by fighting evenly, morale went up naturally. The release of tension is lubricating oil and removing wasted force.

Garginis' troops were in a threesome even when dealing with a C-rate or so. Even if each person possesses enough fighting power, the division of roles is perfect. With a defensive magician on the spindle, he has a definite victory. It's not flashy, but the old fashioned style with magic was actually right for reason. A solid way to fight is style after refusing to waste or even minor injuries.

And Fannon's troops basically don't move herself, a sight of heights.

It's the first sight you can't see around here in the Alpha in a combat way that your men work for. Letty's unit, for example, is the type of captain she herself is going to be cutting ahead of.

If we have to do it, Ars also thinks it's better to move into action on his own.

But...

"That's just how quick you are to judge the situation," Ars glances at himself as he crusades the demons.

Perhaps the exact instructions of Excelles lead to a quick crusade. There is no doubt about the power of the soldiers who will destroy each. From the nature of the demons obtained through detection, we are raising the right men. A perfect strategy interwoven with a wealth of knowledge and practical experience.

No, it's an efficient way of fighting that saved me waste.

- I see. Are there people who can deal with it without being overwhelmed?

Not everyone joins the fight, but always keeps one or two people waiting around Excelles and Fanon, as reinforced or replacement personnel.

Does it take into account the physical and mental fatigue caused by a series of wars?

Nevertheless, this method of warfare will not even take shape for Excelles not to function as commander.

At first glance it seems to be moving caricaturally around the scatter, and under the calculation of strategy, the crew are fighting in their favor.

That said, if you put the whole thing in your sight, it's just the relationship between your boss and your subordinates. Protect the queen who reigns at the top, and the descendants work. Given that Fannon is a single magician, this is certainly one sight to behold.

Ignore the men's lively expressions at this time.

On the other hand, the Fannon squad are struggling to keep her from fighting. Yeah, it showed up in Ars.

Regardless, Ars has also succeeded in his crusade without making him feel unwell if he is a C-rate demon.

That said, the only reason Ars crusaded was because the others were too good, though.

Virtually no single magician laid down his hands, the miscellaneous soldiers were processed.

There is no stopping this march, gathered together by the elites among the elites among mankind.

The Ars proceeded to the center of the first basement level. Because the passage downstairs is in the center.

Oldwise and the others have secured passageways to the basement three tiers and are able to communicate information to the base.

However, the basement two tiers are almost uninvestigated, leading to the three tiers only confirming the passage to descend. I mean, they just discovered a path that luckily leads from two tiers to three.

Because even the basement tier should not be satisfactorily investigated.

It should still be an underground tier as a place to investigate in turn.

The Ars and the others then make sure to advance and reach the center. From a certain distance, the centre was vortexed as if several circles were overlapping.

Of course, there is also a direct path to the centre.

There was no point in going around, and the Ars went straight to the center.

As far as the left and right roads are concerned, they are still curved and stretched to surround the centre.

And is the purity of the misrills getting higher from around here, sticking out of the walls like crystals?

The passage leading to the basement two levels is just outside the centre.

"From here, we'll split up with a squad headed to the underground (d) hierarchy."

Shortly after Ars put it in his mouth like that, two people from the Fanon squad - a rushed voice from the crew that was putting him ahead. They didn't go as far as they could and seemed to turn right back.

A man wearing a cape with a familiar armband and a pattern on his back is in charge.

Though the man put down before the Ars and the others was wounded, his life seemed to have been painfully withheld.

"Check the passage to the basement (d) hierarchy. We found the wounded nearby."

"Survivor."

The man does not respond to Ars' voice, his chest just faintly goes up and down.

It is obvious that he is the magician to whom the association belongs.

As far as the man's identity and the face of Ilyis is concerned, I'm pretty sure.

"It's Lord Oldwise's men. Definitely. I heard the lord pulled out some of them when he retired."

I guess I took a few for private soldiers as a nobleman. And he must have taken a colleague with him when he entered the association. Is the man's arm specific to Halkapudia, or is he equipped with an armoured AWR on his limbs?

Ilyis nodded cocklessly, knowing the circumstances to agree with Garginis' words.

Ilyis sees the man's condition as unscented and tells him it's impossible to get information out of him.

"In any case, you can't talk like this."

Iris' gaze turns to the chosen scar on his flank. There was a healing magician. Deep wounds, but the amount of bleeding didn't seem that high. The painful wound is covered in bright red stained meat.

I was definitely unconscious, in a coma. He's able to stop the bleeding, which is why he's connecting and stopping a man from dying.

In view of the current situation, Ars makes a decision.

"Garginis, get two men out of your unit and take him to base."

"I don't mind. The further down you go, the greater the risk of turning back. Let's take this one."

"Hey," Garginis said, bending his finger, calling two armored crew members, giving instructions to carry them out politely.

There are no transport devices such as stretchers, but there is no choice. Ars himself, because he did not expect the survival of the advance troops in the first place. Though for rescue, it's not hard to imagine if you actively hunt demons and keep in touch.

Survival rates change dramatically when you're hiding like you can breathe.

Having seen how responsible he was, Ars turned his eyes towards the aisle that he was falling.

At that time, it was emanated from a man who was responsible for some different language. That may have been the groaning of the clap in charge.

I didn't exactly hear it, but it would be like a rumor. At least it seemed certain that he was breathing.

"Now, take the man to base, and he'll be right back," he says to Garginis, turning back to fly when he says a word. The other of the escorts was a crew with a shield.

Despite the high weight to see, their movements were smooth enough to forget they were even wrapped in armor. Gasha Gasha and still a slight rubbing sound of metal rang, and it quickly went away.

Passage covering the circumference of the central room 'Pocket'.

In the story of a scoundrel man, as confirmed beforehand, it hits just the back of the central room. I mean, it seemed to be on the other side. It is good to pass through the huge room "Pocket" in front of you to get the shortest distance.

but there was enough odor from the center of the huge room (pocket) to sniff it out of here. Will the domed space be larger than the college's training grounds? Crystal clusters were scattered by the way on the edges of the pockets, even just the objects entering the eyes from the entrance.

Because the overall amount of misrills in this room is low and the light source is scarce.

The lights don't reach exactly to the back of the room, and even from where it's crystallized, the misrills here don't respond much to the magic from the outside.

It is even thinner than the pale light emitted by Mithril.

Slightly shining light sources have not reached enough of the room's pockets.

Unstoppable, invisible places are naturally and vigilantly elevated.

The crew's breath begins to float from nowhere.

Even after years of experiencing something called the outside world, it should be noted that their heartbeat was heavily disrupted within different deposits.

Ars stopped on his feet at some point and was noticed staying on the spot. He was swallowed by the air and forced to squander some, but not all, time.

"Don't be."