The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Taking as much as six hundred meters of altitude, the view of the lower boundary becomes a complete panorama.

In the lower realm, which became like a refined model, there was a beautiful natural landscape.

natural coastline, vast forests, rivers that cut it, and lake marshes.

There were also people's cities and villages, but they were built to lean on nature, not much in size, compared to nature.

It was a tranquil view here and now, not as if a bloody struggle for survival was taking place.

In this day and age, in this world, man is only a small element of the environment and does not rule to grasp the earth.

Humans are still fighting with preemptive artillery or with swords and spears, and there are no weapons to burn down the planet.

I guess it has nothing to do with trees, fish, insects, and non-human animals, such as war.

But I was human, and more than that, I was a party to that struggle for survival.

Even in the landscape with a lot of nature, when you pay attention, you see something derived from the war.

It's floating bumpy in the ocean. That's exactly what happened.

Off a certain coastline, many sail-folded ships dock.

On the coastline there was a small fishing village named Galalhorn, which, as had been anticipated in advance, the Crusaders had used.

It's a really small fishing village, so there are just a few piers on the beach to the extent that I ate a little, but still better than not available, and the streets go through, and the house can be used as a temporary storage area.

The pier that was in the village didn't seem long enough, and the Crusaders seemed to be stretching many more floating piers.

A floating pier is a stretch of a pier by floating empty barrels or the like in the sea and passing a plate over it.

Small ships, medium-sized ships, etc., are thereby able to attach directly to the pier.

The big ship seemed impossible, getting the boat out and transporting it off shore.

It would be better to be able to unload your baggage directly to the pier without using a boat, naturally but efficiently.

These are all ships moving to supply the Crusaders.

As far as I can tell, there are about thirty ships.

Approaching that where it is today's target while being aware of the position of the sun.

The sky was well clear and could be described as an excellent bombing day.

Lower the altitude and place it in the starting position while making it about four hundred meters.

I took the long stick that was attached to the saddle and untied the tip.

It was wrapped around an elongated red flag.

I turned that, glued over my head, pointing it towards the fleet.

The signal of the attack descends and the first wave descends simultaneously.

There are forty squads for every four horsemen.

It was Squad Twenty that just descended.

One steep descent after another, throwing a flame bottle at the ship.

The three predetermined squadrons headed towards the fishing village and threw a flame bottle at the berthing vessel and the house where the supplies were located.

Fire rose on the deck of several ships, as did fire hands on the village.

On the eagle, he rounded the red flag and now untied the blue flag that was about the other side.

Once again pointing to the fleet, the second wave descends.

The arrangement of the fleet's ships is fragmented and unwilling to communicate in the sky.

So I told you beforehand that the 1st to 17th squads would aim in turn from the ships located further north.

And the second wave does the same, targeting ships that haven't burned yet.

Ships are unlike fixed buildings, so it's hard to set goals in advance.

In some cases, there was a risk of overlapping steep descent destinations, so two waves cleaned up a single shot leak.

Looking at it, it seemed to have gone pretty well, and most of the ships in the fleet were on fire.

I have some medium-sized ships left, but I can't help it.

When I sent the return signal to the returning eagle, I turned my feathers in the direction of Kotsuraha.

In the garden of the Bov family mansion in Kozlaha, unload White Twilight.

The other squad members were going down outside Kotsuraha.

There are no squares in Kotsuraha where as many as one hundred and sixty eagles can be moored, so something like a temporary camp is set up outside.

One eagle descended as he carefully checked his wings as he fed the bait fish to White Twilight.

As soon as he gets down to the ground, he removes his restraint belt and approaches him with his reins and takes the eagle.

"My Lord Yuri! I would like to report..."

This guy, an eagle rider at the Howe family, says Effie Rhutty.

He is also the guy in the Kirchina team who was good at riding my next eagle.

A man three grades older than me, he didn't score badly, but when he extended his graduation with the intention of extending his moratorium a little, there was a war in Kirchna, and when he applied to the spectator team, he passed.

The return of the spectator team grew longer than expected and I didn't enjoy the moratorium very much, so I extended it another year and graduated last year.

He was brought to the King Eagles on a bombing mission because he was a late born three man and was in a position not to succeed his parents.

"The attack by the position bombing squad failed."

My back has been rounded since I got off the eagle and it felt like it was giving me something, so I was prepared to bring a bad report though.

Right, did it fail?

Today's assault was supposed to hit the convoy in half and burn supplies for positions on land in the other half.

Three hundred and twenty operations in total.

Effie is a squad leader, not in a position to head that half, but with an assault squad assigned to a shore position.

Oddly enough, being familiar with me, you must have mentioned your role in making a bad report.

"Why? Have you been hit by an anti-aircraft attack?"

"No, not a single dead person..."

Didn't you get a dead man?

"What happened? Talk to me."

Are you sure you brought him in on the dragon again?

"There was a net on it. On your luggage."

My head was pompous.

Net.

Oh, I see...

"Ha ha, a net..."

It's as simple as weakness.

Put a net over your luggage.

I didn't even think about it.

"In the four corners of the pile of supplies that are piled up in the field, there were columns... and from there, like a roof, there were nets that took small fish"

"So the bottle didn't break at all?"

If the bottle does not break, no damage will occur.

On the net, it's just burning.

It's like a slightly larger candle that's been overthrown, and if I can water it, it's over.

"No, I cracked about 30%. But there was too little damage, and the second wave stopped and returned."

Maybe a bottle and a bottle bumped into each other on the net and broke it.

"I see. Good luck reporting. You can go home now."

Still, you can't use the general director over there or the guy who made you do the leader.

On eagles, the means of communication between them are quite limited.

Visualizing the net doesn't make it any more complicated than changing squad formation in the air.

In other words, when the net was viewed, there were only two ways the leader could have acted substantially: to unload the first wave or to return without unloading it.

So, I decided to unload the first wave because I didn't know, at that point, the defense of the net, etc., so that's fine.

It was also a feat that turned out to actually have a defensive effect.

But if that's the case, I want you to come and report to me yourself.

You should take responsibility for your decision and explain to me why you made such a decision.

If you think you had a reason to make your decision, even if the mission ended in failure, you should be able to report it with dignity.

I don't like to go out of my way to make good friends with me and not buy the upset.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Effie pulled the reins away from me a little bit, and on the eagle again, she flew away.

When I returned to Sibyak, the sun was almost going down.

I dropped the eagle off at the ammunition depot on Royal Castle Island, not at a separate residence.

There, ammunition and flame bottles are stored in order to resist cages on Royal Castle Island in the unlikely event of breaking into the King's Capital showdown.

It was sturdy fireproof and the gate at the entrance the carriage was sized to put in was painted with red lettering that the fire was strictly prohibited.

When I got off to the ground, people came from a management building like a small digging shed.

"Welcome, my lord Yuri,"

Back in the day, the old woman, who was a former First Army officer, seemed to be in charge of administration, but now an old soldier from the Howe family, old and retired, is doing his turn.

When I get so old, does my liver sit or is it grand even in front of me?

"I'm sorry, but I'm having a little trouble. I want to do a quick experiment, so I want you to separate a flame bottle from a spark wire and a little powder."

"Experiment? Well, I don't mind. One moment, please."

The old soldier, apparently not very interested, went toward the fire shelter without any particular prying.

It helps to talk fast.

The old soldier came from the fire storage with his luggage as he snagged White Twilight's reins to his horse and sat in a chair where he had just cut the whole thing into rings.

"Are you sure about this?

He holds one bottle in one hand and, on the other hand, holds something like a wrap and a thick string.

"Thanks"

Received, placed the bottle on the ground and checked the contents of the package.

When I open a wrap about the size of a fist, it contains powder that is black gray.

It's definitely gunpowder.

There was also a string of conductive wires, about two meters.

"I'm sorry, but if there's a piece of paper I don't need, I want one."

"Go ahead, this way"

I was led to the admin building.

"If you don't mind, please sign the receipt section there"

Ahead of being pointed, there was a list written on Ho paper.

At the bottom, a little gunpowder, it's written in small letters with a flame line nagging.

I guess I'm making these lists once and for all so that there's no such thing as unauthorized sidelining.

I wrote my name in the receipt field on the right.

"Is this okay?

What the old soldier brought was Ho paper that apparently rewrote the slip.

From the top of the line of numbers and item names, they are heavily battered.

"Thanks"

When I received the paper and the package, I ripped the paper to the right size on my desk, put about one finger of black powder on it, and wrapped it around the fuse wire.

Tonnes and gunpowder were lightly packed, and at the end of the day, they were stiffened with fingers and made into elongated cylinders.

So I realized I didn't have the tools I needed.

"Excuse me, do you have any cork?

Yes, sir.

The old soldier brought cork out of the drawer.

The flame bottle is sealed with cork when stored. I have to unplug that plug first.

"Thanks"

Received it, screwed a spiral on the cork and unplugged it.

From the mouth of a narrow (soaked) bottle, place a powder wrap about the thickness of the pharmacopoeia and immerse it in the liquid inside.

I screwed the rest of the paper from the side of the ignition line that was coming out of my mouth.

Now, if you light the ignition line, the powder inside should explode and the bottle should burst with combustion gas.

Where I rode without cracking on the net, it doesn't make sense if it's going to explode actively.

The idea of making these weapons was originally possessed, but when it came to why they were not transferred to realization, it was conceived that in the worst case scenario, they would explode in the air with the heavenly knights in their possession.

Ignite, descend, throw. Some more time occurs after ignition than there is a process of holding.

If it's going to explode in the air after you throw it down, it still does. If it detonates while you have it, the Heavenly Knight will become a fireball on the spot.

But at the moment of settling on the ground, we have to rely more on these primitive time-bound devices than we can make devices such as a tube activated and detonated.

There's no better way than if the enemy came up with a countermeasure like that.

Fortunately, the drop altitude is almost uniform, and the time to explosion will be adjustable by the ignition line.

"If you want to ignite, I'll close the stash and come..."

"Oh, right. I won't do it here, but keep it closed for once."

The ammunition depot is built near the barracks of the Kingsguard First Army.

Now that it was made by the late Queen Simoney, it's actually still a new facility.

Just a short walk and you'll find a Kingsguard coaching ground.

That's almost the only open space on Royal Castle Island, so if you're going to experiment, that would be good.

"Then I'm going a little over to the Kingsguard's coaching ground. How to take care of an eagle?

"I've been a squire of Lord Formation for about three years. Yes, sir."

"Then you'll be fine. Nothing, I don't mind leaving you alone, but just keep an eye on me."

"Yes, sir."

I lowered my head with dust.

Somehow, it was a very natural way to keep your head down, whether it was the work of the year.

At the coaching ground, he seemed to be training cavalry at some point.

I train to fight infantry while running in cakedri.

Soldiers in infantry are being teased by three cakedri soldiers and attacked from horseback while defending against war.

He has a weapon like the so-called Halvard, with a part like the one next to the tip of the ear, so he's probably imitating the Crusader's uniform.

It wasn't a bad training.

As I walked closer and watched, I hooked him up to my armor and let him fall bird for good on the side while avoiding an attack that shook him down even higher than his head.

The soldier on board covers his head in the same motion he learned in the cavalry and falls to the ground as he takes his passive.

Kakedri, who lost the Lord, ran over here.

I'm also a former ranch worker, so I'm used to this.

Because Kakedri is smart, he somehow feels the human atmosphere.

It's just like catching a girl on the road, "Whoa!! Wait. Yes!! Challenging with a tension like," on the contrary, I get alert and run away.

I'd rather say, "I'm sorry, do you have a minute? It's easier to stop them, too, by challenging them with a natural feeling."

Nothing else, definitely because that's what my father said.

When he did not stop walking and gently threw it through with the hands of those who did not have the bottle, Kakedri loosened his legs slightly.

I can do this.

When I took the reins, there was some resistance, but I soon grew older.

"Okay, good boy"

Keep the reins open and head to where you're training.

A fallen knight gets up and walks over here.

When I realized who I was on the way, I ran out.

"My Lord Yuri! Thank you for your disrespect..."

"No. Better than that, don't run right after a falling bird. That's not very good."

I said as I gave him the reins.

"Thank you"

That's what I said, the other one came running.

"Yuri… My lord, how are you,"

In front of the soldier, it was Gyoom Zuz who was using a rugged tribute.

"You..."

So this is Dawn Cavalry training?

Come to think of it, that's right.

When I say Cavalry Regiment of the First Army, none exist except the Dawn Cavalry Regiment.

"What happened to the correctional home? I'm guessing you haven't been there."

"I just got back from finishing...... Darrymus"

Yabe this guy.

"Fair enough. I'd like to experiment with some flame bottles, so lend me your garden."

"Oh, okay. It's not, I get it. I don't think so, Mass."

Yabba.

Well, I guess I don't like to use it separately depending on the occasion rather than not being able to use respectful language.

There is also something wrong with the world.

"Well, can I do it here?

"I think it's all right"

Said the fallen knight.

I look around once, but as short cut blue grass, nothing burns at all.

There's plenty of room around.

"Then stay away from me. At least thirty steps."

"Yes."

Copy that.

When I saw the two of them start to leave, I put a flame bottle on the ground.

Light the ignition while stretching the ignition line and preventing the bottle from falling.

A fire conductor wire is a string with black gunpowder in its core, which is now slightly evolved and quite thin.

It burns shudder as it produces white smoke, and the fire begins to propagate.

I ran away.

After fleeing to the distance that it would be safe first, looking back, Pan! I heard a noise and the bottle broke.

Splashes around the area as the liquid inside ignites, creating an ocean of fire extensively.

It's just too broad and I kind of feel the fire momentum is weak.

With the capacity of the fuel intact, the range has increased about fivefold, so it's obvious.

Advice, burned out quickly, disappeared.

That's it.

Damn, there's room for improvement.

Less gunpowder would also deliberately narrow the range, but it wouldn't make much sense in this case.

"Hmmm..."

In the first place, it doesn't have to be a glass bottle if it's going to explode actively, not an external shock.

The flame bottle container is glass because of the convenience of the physical property that the whole thing breaks when there is an impact.

For example, if it is metal, even if it comes into contact with the ground, the hole is hollow and the liquid just leaks out. That can be a lot.

In that regard, the glass bottle is broken in its entirety with ballin, and the liquid in it is sprinkled with bashan.

If it's going to explode actively from the inside, there's no point in selecting a glass bottle in the first place.

However, this experiment made sense.

Because I could confirm that even if I dipped gunpowder in the oil, it would explode.

Naturally because of its physical properties, I needed to check it out.

And if the outlet is about the mouth of the bottle, weakening the explosion doesn't mean that all the gas will fall out of it and the bottle won't crack.

"Hey! What happened!!

The voice of a man who has changed his blood phase and ran, sounds familiar.

"Dora."

Earlier, the man who was acting as an infantry, it seems, was Dora.

I'm wearing the same armor.

I thought it would make a good move.

"Yuri - what is it, you? What have you been up to?

"Hey, experiment."

The flame bottle fire that exploded is already completely extinguished.

"I blew up the flame bottle. There must be a splash of glass. I'm sorry, but I need you to clean it up."

"Oh, my God, that's dangerous. Don't do this in here."

It was a rare and correct argument for Dora.

If it's true, it's a suburb where no one will come... Or if it's true, if it's done in the river plains, we don't even have to end the bottle fragments.

After a year, you can rub it in the sand and take the corners.

But now it's a waste of time traveling.

"I was in a hurry. It's urgent."

"Right... So you're going soon"

"Oh. Well, good luck with your training. It didn't feel bad."

That's what I said, I turned my back on Dora and walked over to White Twilight.

It's better to tap on supplies as soon as possible.