The God has moved to another world.

The Galtic mercenary regiment, which was to be based in the "Reviewed Land" underground dock, was finally about to start its activities.

Renewal of equipment by Tuhiko.

Equipment conversion training, necessary for their use.

Confirmation of the current position to be secured.

Securing feet to get to the site.

Securing a base of activities upon arrival on site.

And instructions from my client to execute the operation.

Then, all the other things underneath preparation.

It was all ready to go in, and it finally moved to the execution phase.

The officials gathered for the final meeting near the combat submersible aircraft carrier where the remodeling work was completed.

It was near where newly built mobile weapons were placed side by side.

Looking at the face of the gathered face, Sergei Gartik, the head of the mercenary regiment, smiles a frightened, tired bitterness and exhales a small sigh.

"But, well, there's an unusual collection of mentors"

Sergei was right, all that was gathering here now was a pretty unusual mentz.

In the first place, the original members of the Galtic Mercenary Corps are all from a background that has changed considerably.

In this world, magic technology was mostly the treatment of confidential information in each country or organization.

Naturally, researchers and military personnel who can handle them highly will be valuable personnel, as well as placed under a strict control system.

The Galtic Mercenary Corps is exactly the kind of gathering of people who have emerged from its rigorous management system under a variety of circumstances.

Some of them are former classified agents of Kunikuni.

Some are former military personnel, or members of policing organizations.

Some are special, such as weapons developers.

The Galtic Mercenary Corps is a group of mercenaries who have gathered all those backgrounds and those with high abilities.

Rather than a dozen intertwined mercenaries risking their lives on the battlefield, they are all a tech group with special skills.

That was one of the major reasons Ertvael recommended the Galtic Mercenaries.

It is Tuhiko, the Guardian of the Reviewed Land, who laughs in the midst of such a gartic mercenary regiment.

Further development of the magic technology possessed by the Galtic Mercenaries for a long time, combined with the technology they possess.

A Mercenary Corps Doctor who worked with a magic engineer to create his current equipment.

Instead, it may be more correct that the Gartic Mercenary Corps gear was demonically modified because of Tuhiko's hobby.

However, thanks to this, the level of equipment currently in their possession is at an approaching level of that of the great powers.

Even with Tuhiko and the Doctor, it is only "imminent" and has not reached the point of overtaking it.

Around there, the great power of the great power, I suppose.

Sitting a little further away is a gentle-faced young man in a white suit, wrapped around a gentle atmosphere.

This is also the enchanted dragon, the Guardian of the Reviewed Land.

As an age of three hundred and an enchanted dragon, he is young, but his power is not beyond man's reach.

It is the Charles monk, Kougak, who has a likable smile next to him.

This old man, a Kobolt tribe, is an important international figure with disciples even in the royal family, as opposed to national dignitaries.

He is a stranger who travels and walks around the world while being the kind of person who can be welcomed as a national guest from every country.

It is Funghiko who stands at the far end of the spectrum.

He is a Guardian of "Reviewed Land," as is Teruhiko, who is supposed to play the role of information-gathering and correspondence with Eltovael in this Agney search.

If you shift your gaze a little, there's an odd threesome.

Mizuhiko, the Guardian of "Reviewed Land".

Samurai, Gantu and Eternity of the Hagi, supposedly crossing with a few platoons of average regular soldiers of the National Army on their own.

Carin, an adventurer boy shaking rattled with a "Crystal Magic Automatic Machine Bow MC-21" that used to be used by tough mercenaries when he was younger.

And you're Skysler's agent, Pryan Blue.

He's a liaison officer with Skysler, a leg for Agney's search.

Finally, I'm also looking at the red sheath and eltovael over the monitor and the unbalance that was coming to see them, but that's something they don't know.

Well, I'm pretty sure you got a great, luxurious facial rash at any rate.

Sergei, who is done with one bitter laugh and sigh, can be said to be a lot poisoned by this land.

Although I would like to ask all kinds of questions about why the Guardian under the heavens is treading on all four pillars, what can I do to the untouched God?

"That's it. Though after seeing the red sheath and the great man, the rooting was finally completed. Our work is finally turning around. I'm telling you, 70% of my work is done when I'm done with this business. That means 70% of them have been replaced. From here on out, if you act on the steps, well, you said you'd fail."

Jobs such as rooting in lower preparation are actually jobs that take a lot of time, money and effort.

Especially if it's called backwork.

The actual part of the havoc will undoubtedly follow the procedure envisaged in advance.

In doing so, we identify individual abilities and determine roles, so it can be said that the chances of failing are quite low.

If you have carefully finished preparing down as much as this time, you can say that 70% or 80% of the work is done.

"Sometimes I get stuck at the end of it. It's this industry that doesn't know what's going to happen. Let's keep our heads together and make sure we don't fail."

Answer Sergei's words with a voice that is not sure if the face is motivated or unwilling.

Professionally, but they don't mean an army.

A crisp attitude was not required, and there was nothing to ask for it.

What we need is a result.

Although it is a polar theory, it is this business that does not care about the degree to which attitudes are slightly poor if even results can be achieved.

Too bad of an attitude. Some ex-military with too many decapitated necks would be telling the story as it were in the members of the Galtic Mercenary Corps.

"So shall we begin to prepare for embarkation? Loading luggage, entering information. After the prep, when the time is scheduled, it means we leave. Okay, let's get to work."

When each of the assembled faces replies, they scatter to their respective places of residence.

In it, there was only one pillar left.

I'm looking around, Kazuhiko.

Fenghiko called out to Sergei, looking like a snack.

"Um. Mr. Dillord Dunfreur doesn't seem to be here."

"Deload? Who is it?"

"Erm. It was in a barrel."

"Uh. That's him. If it's him, that's it. It's already in the barrel of a ship."

"Yep..."

And to Sergei, who naturally said so, Fenghiko made his face glimmer with grandeur.

Tal prepared for combat command post of combat submersible aircraft carrier.

DeLorde, caught in mind with a belt or other fixture in it, was crouching a circular treat.

Refine the boiled ponkte and mold it in a circular shape.

It is a so-called pancake, carefully cooked on a charcoal flame.

Agney and the others gave it to me when I left Cocco Village.

"Surprisingly delicious even though it's just salty, this. I mean, how long am I supposed to be here?

"One way is about three days. Is the local schedule scheduled for four days, so is it about ten days?"

It was Martina that floated in the hollow that answered Dilloud's question.

Currently, only Dilloud and Martina were in the battle command post.

All the others are going to the final meeting.

"Ten days. In the meantime, do you mean I should be in a barrel all the time?"

"What are you talking about? Of course, I have a job. You may assume that there is no rest for ten days."

"Liar. You mean working better than when I was in Cocco Village?

"I don't think it's possible to call it working in a village."

Speaking of what Dillord was doing in the village of Cocco, he ate rice, slept with Agney, and ate rice.

Sometimes, he also negotiated on the activities of the Galtic mercenary regiment.

Would the most important task be to accompany Martina, who manages, for example, the accumulation of wealth in the village of Cocco?

Because Martina cannot travel alone, the main unit, Deload, needs to move.

Handily, it is a trolley for multinas.

"I mean, you can make me do it. Isn't it just magic batteries again?

"Meetings of future activities in the village of Cocco for the mastery of magic devices on the ground. If you protect the subject, you will also explain the circumstances to the subject."

Listening to Martina's words, Dilloud sighed in pain.

Dilloud is more of a nature that he likes to rest than a three-time meal.

It's depressing just to hear the word work, but if you hear it lasts ten days, let's get one of the sighs out.

"I wonder if they make me work too much. You think humans should have a more affordable way of life, don't you?"

"It takes a certain amount of labor to live an affordable way"

"Working to rest is a real fall, isn't it? It's a tough world."

Dilload sighs with a face like he's heartfelt tired.

Seeing how it was, Martina remembered a headache that should not be in an artificial spirit, and held her head.

Unbalance, waving the dice, advanced his comma on the board.

The stopped mass is marked with a treasure chest.

When he saw it, Ambarence laughed niggardly, and the tree spirits gave him a remorseful look.

"Damn! Crate!

"Well, well. This is where Monda comes from."

"If we want to be gods, we must pull it off!

"What trust! Well, look. I'm not gonna show you how to pull it off."

Amvalence reached for a heap of cards marked with a crate and pulled one.

Flipped. It has three gemstone markings and the letter "1500G" written on it.

The moment I confirmed it, the expression of the tree fairies distorted greatly, and the joy surfaced on Amvalence's face.

"Here it comes -! We did it! Phew!!

"Ah! Also! I thought I'd definitely pull a mimic. No!

"That's the place, Anne!

Watching the screaming and joyful intrusion, the red sheath is sniffing tea with a laugh of fun.

Eltovael, sitting beside it, had an indescribably complicated look.

What Ambalance and the tree spirits are playing is a so-called board game.

Each person creates an integral character and proceeds with a comma on a board that mimics a dungeon.

It will be a victory for those who have reached the entrance and exit by collecting the earliest items worth a predetermined amount.

"Hey. Those kids can play like that now, too - huh? It's pretty hard to make a character out of that."

With a smudged appearance, the red sheath crumbles with emotion.

The games the Amvalences were playing were something that allowed them to create characters of their choice.

Set magic, moves, HP or MP.

Fight monsters, unlock crocodiles with magic and moves, and manipulate Dice eyes to play.

"Do you mean the spirits have become brothers and sisters too?"

"I don't know if the Spirit has the concept of a brother or sister. You all look like you're having fun."

It was Eltovael who gets serious and remembers the spirits playing in the game and seeing the sun god as the supreme god he is playing with, but shakes his head and switches his mind.

If you're upset about this, you can't do it on a "reviewed land".

"It's a gartic mercenary regiment, but I'm scheduled to leave this evening in the dark. Fenghiko is supposed to follow, just in case, but I don't see any particular problem this time."

"Oh, was it today? Hey, I hope it's all right -"

"I don't think there's a problem because it looks like Mr. Tuhiko has overpowered him. The neighborhood stinks a little, but I was wondering if it had anything to do with their activities."

To Eltovael's words, the red sheath tilted his neck.

"Is there any trouble?

"Let's make it this supreme god and the great victor, Mr. Amvalence, will answer that."

It's the unbalance that determines Doya's face that made her look so stubborn.

Near the game version were tree spirits who were repentant.

Apparently he won alone and came up first.

"One first. There is a country called Micheleef near the country I plan to go to this time. Our neighbor, Borwaitz, is at war with the country. Well, that sounds like a quick clean up vibe."

"Oh. It's a unilateral development, isn't it?

"Do you mean unilaterally? I was told that Borwaitz is a weaker country, and this one would lose, right? I called for help. By the way, in Metermaguito."

To the red sheath that frowns, Ertvael softly said, "Metermagito is a country made by High Elves. Example, I got Mr. Agney and the others," he ears.

Hearing that, the red sheath nodded, "Uh," with a convincing voice.

The red sheath basically only has the following memory retention abilities:

"Besides, it was Shelbren Grosso of Steel and his two men who came out. Obviously it's overkill."

"Heh. Are you an amazing person?

"It feels like Mizuhiko and Sohiko can beat each other up properly."

Bend over, they're both guardians.

That means we can beat each other up, so I guess it's pretty powerful.

Normally it would be unbelievable, but it is the word of the Most High God.

Besides, the red sheath basically didn't doubt what people were saying, so he believed it.

"So, every other trouble. Two poorly folded gods started doing this. I'm in a surrogate state of war. Well, that's not uncommon in itself."

In any case, it is a world in which God sometimes descends directly on earth and operates.

It is not uncommon for poor or conflicting gods to interact with this.

Getting caught up in it, or using it for war, was something that remained.

"I'm in a hurry because I can't decide. Something tells me to use the artifact I made and sealed. To the country where I'm shielding myself."

"Wow. That sounds troublesome."

As for artifacts, it must be something quite powerful.

It seems a little too much to ask you to use such a product.

"Well, to be exact. I feel like I gave you a way to unseal it by saying that you can use the artifact you're sealing?

"It's kind of tricky."

"It's actually tricky. That god is the one with less authority. Come on. I can't give this strong order. It's a restriction. Because of that, you can do it, that's how you say it. It's just a matter of will."

In this world, every god is restricted in his interference with the world.

Content such as how far to go is determined in view of various conditions, such as what that God can and is trying to do.

The gods in the matter seem to have such restrictions placed on relatively strong.

"Then I will. The other guy tried to get in the way of it. You must have used your head uncommonly, I was tickled with stenglair. This country is trying to unseal the artifact."

Ertvael softly ears about Stenglea on the red sheath, which naturally looks strange.

When it came to being a country that was releasing secrets around the "land under review," the red sheath nodded, voicing "Ah," as I recall.

"But you're saying that the book God made can be unsealed, right?

"A normal artifact would be fine. This is another kind of nasty substitute."

Artifacts are words that refer to objects made by God.

Most of it is managed by the Book God who made it, and it is not like other gods somehow tell me how to treat it.

Apparently the artifact we're talking about was something off that "mostly" thing.

"The item is to suck up the life force of the creatures around you and output it as a destructive force. After sucking up the life of enemy allies indiscriminately, they attack ranges indiscriminately."

In short, it's like making two ranged attacks in a row, indiscriminately.

I feel malicious where the first attack is sucking up and weakening my vitality.

Did the red sheath also notice their wickedness, which attracted their expression?

"Of course it's such a mess, many gods don't want me to use it. Still, because it's the property of an individual god? I can't say never use it or break it. I can't even tell my owner not to use it."

"But is it okay to interrupt the use? It's difficult."

"Really."

Neither can God, who wants me to use it, tell me to use it clearly.

Even the gods who don't want them to use it can't tell you not to use it clearly.

It's really a pain in the ass, but the world is always like that.

"So, Stenglaire is a country that follows the will of the gods. As higher and more God expects, we have begun to unblock the sealing of artifacts."

"You're diligent."

"So there are parts of him that are helping, and they're also troublesome parts, right? Long and short. So, the guy that Stenglaire dispatched this time is a bit of a problem. It's a paper snow sail.

"Are you an amazing person?

"You're the one who feels like you can do it properly with Shelbren. Clearly, excessive force. A country that goes to fetch artifacts is a small country, but it's a level of destruction."

"Oops," the red sheath groaned unexpectedly with his face like he had nothing to say.

Being decent with Shelbren means that Paper Snow Sai also has the same level of force as the Guardian.

I also know that putting that stuff in makes me want to call it too much.

"Well, the country I was told to use will be headed toward securing artifacts with a commensurate force. So, I think the paper snow sai will crush it."

"Huh? Are you alone?

"Probably. Still overkill enough, though."

"It's a lot of trouble."

"It is. That's what's happening in the neighborhood in the country where the Galtic Mercenaries are going now. Two at the same time. Something like this, you feel the flag. Highly divine."

Red sheath and unbalance sighed at the same time with a seemingly complicated look.

God is also a troublesome and annoying industry.

Around there, you'll see the polytheistic myths of the earth.

"But why did you decide to go to such a dangerous area first? Wouldn't it have been nice if we'd cleaned up the mess?

The red sheath asked was Eltovael.

Speaking up, Eltovael answers the red sheath question quickly when he quickly corrects his expression and residence.

"It is true that the current situation, the state of war and the areas that are close to it are nearby. But there are undisclosed areas between them, which are not easy to get around. Also, with hostile forces in front of us, it's unlikely that we can be concerned about anywhere else."

"Nakahara and Kaihara" is a world where humanity's right to life has been severed by warcraft demons.

The countries, when viewed on the map, are just dotted like floating islands among the dangerous areas.

That, of course, is the same for superpowers such as Metermagito and Stengrea.

Unless you're a transit country, moving between countries is not an easy thing to do.

Also, even though there are dangerous people nearby, they are in such a state that they are individually at war.

If it's to the point of stripping one agney quietly, with no other hands, you won't even care.

"Let's get this over with, so... Bad way to put it, but is it like a fire place thief"

"I see. Are you saying it's a precarious place, so it's good for rough things the other way around"

"Awkward, boulder Elt. Awkward"

Eltovael nodded with an ambiguous smile at the red sheath and unbalance that raised his impressive voice.

"Of course I don't know what would happen if I didn't actually try, but I don't think there's any particular problem"

"Ma, if you think about it normally, Elt is right. The Galtic Mercenaries are also trying to do something pretty arrogant, which is more convenient now. That's the only time I feel like you're gonna show me a beautiful pull, Mr. Red Sheath."

"Please don't, it's not even on the edge"

Unbalance told me, and the red sheath smiled bitterly.

Sure, the red sheath is basically unlucky.

If I let you get caught up in something that's not even Roku, it's quite something.

"Hey, Anne! Do it again!

"Dear Red Sheath, let's play!

"Wow! Kamisama Kamisama!

The tree spirits flew to those red sheaths.

Apparently, the game is over.

He's stuck on the shoulders of the red sheath and the unbalance, trying to pull it toward the game.

"Ooh. Anne, let's win again."

"Oh, my God, I want this. Yikes!

"We're all gonna put it down!

He also stood up to follow the red sheath to the unbalance headed over the game board.

And turn around Eltovael and make a smile.

"Well, you're all doing your best. I'm sure you'll be fine."

Ertvael smiles with a slightly drawn smile as he walks away from the red sheath.

Even so, he was restating his decision to "ask Fenghiko to gather the surrounding information again later".

When the red sheath says it's okay, a lot of things don't seem to happen, because I thought.

Red sheath predictions at times like this are, indeed, accurate in the opposite sense.

When it is okay, it is best to suspect first.

The question is, even if you prepare a lot, will you jump over it and call disaster in?

"Eltovael, play the game too. - Yo!

"Eh, bang, bang! Fuck you! Fuck you!

"It's Eltovael. Okay, so don't pull it."

And the spirits of the trees came to Eltovael, who was pondering.

It was a bittersweet Eltovael, but because of it, we decided to play together.

It's been a long time since I've played these games, but I'm not a bad player.

It would be a so-called entertainment play because they are gods and spirits, but it would be nice to play once in a while.

Having thought of it that way, Eltovael began walking toward the game board as he was pulled or pushed.

It was only hours after this that the "Legend of Eltovael Double Legend" was built, thanks to solid intelligence gathering and precise analysis.