The God has moved to another world.

Always in the barrel. The man who does so was in the barrel with a pulled look only on this day.

It would not be my fault that my complexion looks slightly bluish and white.

Beside the barrel man, there is also the figure of Martina, an artificial spirit.

This one looked really calm, hands behind her back, floating in the air with a cool face.

The man turns his face toward Martina.

"Hey. Are you serious about this?

"Whatever. That's what you're all getting ready for."

"Even if I say prepare. What about this one?

Blurring with a chewy look, even the bitter bug, the barrel man looked around.

The barrel in which the man is put is placed on something like a large, long iron rail.

They say this is a movable catapult, and they can strike out what's on top with gravitational waves.

It is now horizontal with the ground, but the catapult itself can be activated and angled at the time of ejection.

Several technician-like figures were seen in the control room set up nearby.

Workers are also rushing around the catapult perimeter.

"Catapult, final inspection complete. Unusual stiffness. It can be anytime."

"I don't feel the radar on the planned path. Precision is origami. Anyway, it's the cooperation between Mr. Tuhiko and the doctor."

"Contact from reconnaissance personnel. Make sure there are no obstructions in the airspace, even visually. The birds aren't flying either."

"That's right. This is an abandoned land."

"Reviewed land, it is. Don't get me wrong."

I banged my hands out with my breasts, and Earthhiko said so with a grinning smile.

His face is laughing, but the air he carries was compelling.

It also releases a little magic, so it's actually a massive force.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Yes, good reply"

To the technician who apologized with a rattlesnake tremor, Tuhiko smiled with his hands together in front of Patchouli and his chest.

What everyone on this scene, including Tuhiko, is currently doing, needless to say, is preparing to fire the barrel man into Agney's settlement.

Why are they so keen on such stupid things as flying people in barrels with catapults, etc.

The reason is simple.

In short, I'd like to try something new soon.

This location, the underground dock of Tuhiko, is now the center where equipment is developed and manufactured in collaboration with the Galtic Mercenary Corps.

Various ground-breaking armaments and weapons were made and prepared, but they had one difficult problem to solve locally.

It is difficult to test large equipment in practice.

Tuhiko's underground dock is underground, as the name suggests.

It is a fairly large space, so if it is about the size of a Mad Golem, it could actually be moved and tested in action.

Although there are, of course, some limitations of breadth, the degree of light testing can be done without problems.

But when catapults, cannons and other ranges become long, they don't either.

No matter how large it is, there are limits to the confined space called the basement.

I couldn't possibly use it without exams, and the question was what I would do in the future.

"Catapults can be tested now, though. What about the others? Suddenly, you can put it into action."

"No way you can do that. But it's remarkable when it comes to doing a lot of work outside."

To the words of the technician who was nearby, Tuhiko roared with his finger between his brows.

The land reviewed is mostly wasteland, and there is as much land where animals, on the contrary, do not even grow plants.

I wish I could use it there, but there's a reason I'm not going either.

"The Royal Magic House in Stenglaire is the problem, isn't it? Lord Enchanted Dragon, whatever it is, it's too obvious when it comes to testing and experimenting with weapons."

The perimeter of the land reviewed is netted by the Royal Magic House of Stenglaire.

This is why we keep unnecessary stimulation away from the land that God has sealed.

Without a back or another purpose, it really only works for me, so now it is a convenient being with no more as a reviewed land side that I want to quietly proceed with reconstruction.

Nevertheless, Stengrea is not aware of the current state of the land under review.

The red sheath and the unbalance had decided that it was not the right time to let them know.

If informed, Stengrea will move for a fully reviewed land.

But their actions are harsh anyway.

We are going to start a war soon, and we have both the national and military power to just win it.

With one of the best magic systems in the world, technical skills are among the highest in the world.

What would happen if they were given the treatment of "telling us the current state of the land under review"?

At the very least, you'll start doing enough to crush a country from one end that's likely to be dissatisfied with the reviewed land.

If you do it badly, you will wage war directly from the front on "Metermagito, who is capturing the Agney tribe" and so on.

Or perhaps it will, around Eltovael was staring.

Tuhiko agrees.

Such a thing is not what Red Sheath or Ambalance wanted.

Stenglaire and also with regard to other countries.

It would be inconvenient to publish the fact that the seal on the land under review has been unsealed, unless after a little more land development, and after all the preparations have been made.

That, naturally, does not mean that we can do anything conspicuous in the land.

Testing weapons is something else.

It's an impossible story to run a weapon that hasn't even been tested.

"Hmm. We'll talk to Master Red Sheath later"

"Uh! If that's the case, I won't even stop doing this!?

The barrel man shouted at Tuhiko, who shrugged and murmured.

It's also mendoxasoo to breathe. This guy does that, probably because he has that much of a sense of crisis.

"Oh? You often hear voices in the control room?

"Because I left the mic on -! I can hear you on the speaker!

"Oh, I see!

The barrel man was quietly motivated to go to Tuhiko, who struck his hand like he was convinced.

I usually just go straight into bed here, but I can't even say that right now.

If you stay like this, you'll be fired with a catapult.

"I'll pick up my voice with a sound collection microphone, so you don't have to speak out loud anymore"

"Oh, thank you. That's not true. No, really, why don't you stop? It's dangerous, isn't it?

"Don't worry about that!

Tuhiko joyfully says, hands together with Patchouli.

"This catapult hatch has an optical camouflage! This is a further development of the transparency technology that the Galtic Mercenaries had, but I'm pretty good at it! There are still parts of the sound that can't be helped to a certain extent, but if it only looks like it, even the Mad Troll size ones can be erased almost uncomfortably!

"Oh, no, but look, sounds and stuff would be amazing"

"Don't worry! Because there is silencing magic around! Keeping it silent cannot be turned into a boulder, but it is possible to reduce the sound considerably! This is an established technology, too! There's nothing to say about being noticed outside the land by loud noises!

"Oh, yeah."

The barrel man turns his head wondering if there is any other attack.

By the way, I gave up how to cut myself in, etc.

Maybe because I thought it would be ignored.

Technicians are creatures that tend to scorn the safety of people.

The barrel man knew that very well.

"By the way, they also have a transparent camo on the barrel"

"What's that? Awesome. That's a discreet relief. Don't you want to?

The barrel man accidentally put a penetration into the martina, which Martina adds in a calm manner.

Normally, it flushes about "hey wow", but I guess it's quite chopped.

The barrel man shouted as he roared, devouring his teeth.

"Damn! I can't help it. It's a bitter decision... to leave on your own...!

It's just in a barrel set in a catapult, so I could always get out if I wanted to.

It's just horrible and billion-dollar to move.

Even in dangerous situations, I try not to move on my own.

Such determination was in the man in the barrel.

When a man puts his hands on the abyss of a barrel, he can force himself to wake up.

Escape from the barrel on your own for a few days.

It is a moment to remember.

But.

The body of the man who tried to get up wobbled.

They stopped him from moving so he could be pulled by something.

What jumped into the eye of the man who looked into the barrel was a fixed belt, restraining his lower body into the barrel.

"Yesterday, when I was asleep, Mr. Tuhiko installed it."

"What?"

With a slightly dramatic look, the barrel man shrugged.

Apparently, a man should sleep pretty well.

At a level that you won't notice even if it's fixed when you're asleep.

As we do this, we are getting better and better prepared for the launch.

"So let's open the gate!

"Gate open. Be careful with each worker."

"Catapult, start moving to firing position. Ballistics, Recalculation"

"External wind speed measurement results, end of input. Start error correction."

I thought you said boulder pro.

The face of the Galtic Mercenary Regiment continues to work tirelessly.

The barrel man, determined not to get out easily, dived into the barrel, at least trying to ensure his safety.

Martina nods satisfactorily when she sees it.

"Have you finally noticed"

"It's not about concepts or anything like that!?

The barrel man makes a sad scream.

but no one seemed to care.

After all, a dozen seconds after that.

The man was a powerful catapult, to be launched into the sky every barrel.

Even that day, Agney and the others were doing their jobs fine.

Some make shells of baked goods that Tuhiko asks for, while others build buildings.

Yet another had plowed the field, and another had kicked a tackle on the wall.

Although they are all still dressed as women or men or school swimsuits, apart from that, they look really serene.

"Hey. Peace again today. Thanks to the Red Sheath!

It was the elders who said that while smiling.

Today it's a blue smock, shortbread, orchard style.

As a person, it can be dirty and easy to move, so he seems to think it is a type of work clothing.

Not a big mistake in interpretation, but hard to say for accuracy.

What a hard place to judge, I would say.

He was an elder who enjoyed such peace, but suddenly changed his expression to something dangerous.

What I saw in the agile movement was the direction of the wilderness of the land under review.

Looking around, all the other Agnies were pointing in the same direction as the elders.

Everyone was aware that something was coming up.

"What is it?"

"I'm gonna catch you."

"Cool."

"But you're not kidding, are you?

"Nah."

The Agney are a species with excellent crisis detection skills.

Its sensitivity was no longer close to psychic powers, and the level at which any minor danger loomed to escape with all its might.

Anyway, it's enough to sense that a deer a few hundred meters away has been staring at me as ira and quickly escaping.

I guess you're right that Agney and the others feel "there's no danger".

Ahead of their gaze.

Actually, there could have been a barrel with a barrel man in it.

Agney and the others perceived the barrels that had been launched on their way to the settlement.

"I don't know."

"I wonder if it's the juncture?

"No, no more."

It doesn't seem dangerous, but something's getting close.

That's enough to get Agney and the others' attention.

Nevertheless, there was not a single Agney who accurately captured the figure with his naked eye.

The barrel containing the barrel man has a transparent camouflage.

It's very difficult to discover with the naked eye because of the effect of showing the footage behind it on the surface.

Still, Agney and the others knew exactly where the barrel was in the sixth sense.

"You don't look very good."

"But there's something."

"Isn't it the world?"

"No, no more."

Agney and the others' gaze moved up gradually, moving directly above the settlement.

And slowly moves to the center of the square in the middle of the settlement.

At first the gaze, which was in a high position, came down gradually and finally down to the ground.

Almost at the same time, the sound of a heavy thing called Dosari falling, echoes the settlement.

Then something like a TV sandstorm started running in the space where nothing was supposed to have happened until then.

If you're a cowardly Agney, you look like an anomaly that's likely to escape soon, but you can't see any of that happening.

Because their own hazard sensors are letting us know it's not particularly dangerous.

When the sandstorm cleared, there was at some point a barrel and a big cloth rolling.

I can imagine that the cloth was secured by a string in the barrel and would have spread like a parachute or paraglider.

"Say it..."

A faint voice was heard from inside the barrel.

"What the heck? I think we should leave this kind of unscrupulous to others more. - Oh, me."

Faced out of the barrel were red eyes on black eyeballs.

He was a man with an unmotivated face, with white hair and shallow black skin, who grew the horns he threaded from his head.

You know, he's always the guy in the barrel.

Agney and the others looked at the bump and the foolish man with a poker face.

The visual of the man was quite arrogant, but I know very well that there is no danger at all with something agney.

Of these, the first to move was the elder.

"You, what are you doing?

"Huh? Oh. Something to talk to you guys at Agney's?

To what is unclear, the elder leaned his neck strangely.

The barrel man, too, tilts his neck like he was stuck.

"I'm not Grex Lowe, the elder. Who the hell are you?

"Oh, uh, I'm Delaud. I call it Dillord Dunfreur."

The barrel man, Dilloud, said so, bowed his head with a pepper.

And raise your head like you panicked.

"Um, hey, I'm stuck in this barrel, okay? Can you help me get it off?

"Oh, my God. That's tough. Everybody, help me!

"Cool."

"But no!

"Ooh!

Agney and the others, who were nearby, rush to the barrel of Dilload at once.

Thus, Dillough was able to reach the Agney settlement safely.