The God has moved to another world.

The face of Bataluda Dide's special forces, the "Armored Dragon Hunting Soldiers", was unusual and tense.

They are a particularly good force in the possession of the country, trained to handle various phases, and are also allowed to use the corresponding equipment.

Why are they being driven out for the transfer of one slave?

The question as to why, was to be resolved immediately.

I'm transferring them because I was told they were Agney youth.

While a weak species, it is definitely the most visible species in the world right now.

I didn't know that stuff was going to be in the country.

If we're transporting it, we know we're being mobilized.

Instead, if you don't, you won't be able to safely transfer or anything.

Individuals, the nation's greatest force of war, are currently out of the country.

Under that circumstance, only the "Armored Dragon Hunting Soldiers" can be most trusted.

Well, suppose there's something aimed at the Agney tribe, it's euthanasia.

Being elite, they have experienced many battles in action.

As a matter of fact, it is also possible to kick a dozen times as many soldiers as is the case in other countries.

Even them like that, they learn to be nervous.

The situation is that serious.

By nature, hundreds of personnel should be mobilized and transferred to a large extent.

But moving so flashly can't be a boulder.

If you do that, they'll know you're out of the country, and you'll be exploring your painful belly for "what the hell are you carrying".

The personnel and equipment put in this time was a critical line that did not make such a bad appearance.

If you are not in a state of war, "Armored Dragon Hunting Soldiers" may be mobilized in aristocratic ways.

It would be annoying to the people, but I'm sure you'd think "nobles are traveling with flashy escorts" or "royal patience or something".

Nothing to raise your voice and complain about.

Even if I was there, I wouldn't be there in a few days if I crossed the level.

Bataluda Dide is also such a "dominant" country.

So you don't have to worry about the people's eyes.

Should we be aware of intelligence agents from other countries?

Someone who's after Agney.

And being transferred is also the most easily raided scene.

If we raid ourselves, we'll go for it.

There are many other possibilities, but anyway, we just have to safely deliver them to the facility of interest first.

As one, the face of the "Armored Dragon Hunting Corps" fell into their assigned jobs.

It was some years ago, Sergei had done business with the "Armored Dragon Hunter Corps".

I ran into him when I was working in a country where there was a state of war.

At the request of the "Red Woman", it is a matter of taking investigative material about a site from an arms dealer.

The ruins were resting on some God-made weapon, and the arms dealer was trying to convert it.

Now I think the identity of the "Red Woman" is "The Angel Who Reveals Sin" Eltovael.

It is a good idea to use it.

What I encountered with the "Armored Dragon Hunter Regiment" was an unfortunate overlap of bad luck.

I picked up a princess from a near-defeat country.

They were moving to secure the princess.

Bataluda dide, which is supposed to be a third country that has nothing to do with war, but if we can hold back such VIPs, I guess we can use them a lot.

We were supposed to let the princess escape to a safe land in a convoluted manner, or we were supposed to interact with the "Armored Dragon Hunters" and other people.

On second thought, the "Red Woman" would have done Sergei a favor by weaving it too.

Anyway, he is an "angel who reveals his sins".

I could do about that.

Well, as for that anyway.

Sergei's thoughts on the "Armored Dragon Hunting Corps" were "normal".

Nothing, I don't mean low strength or weakness in that negative way.

As a select elite unit inside the army of that country, normal.

I have the strength to do it without any problems, even if I am given a difficult task.

Then you may think that you can give it a high rating.

At any rate, Sergei has a proven track record and experience of working with various countries to the extent that he can compare it with special forces in other countries.

From that Sergei point of view, it can be said that being recognized as a "decent soldier" is a fairly high hurdle.

This means that the Armored Dragon Hunting Soldiers have the strength to do so.

Most of all.

It is a story if the opponent is not a mercenary regiment, the individual supreme power of a country, a samurai of a rabbit, or a Guardian.

The convoy leaving with Agney on board was well on its way through the city centre.

The anomaly occurred when we descended from the road dedicated to vehicles and onto the general road.

All of a sudden, the most subsequent vehicle in the queue fell into an impenetrable position.

The pilot was not immediately able to grasp the situation.

Did it malfunction, or was it attacked?

There appeared to be no noticeable trauma.

Though lightweight, it is a level of armoured vehicle that is also used on the battlefield.

If we want to stop it, we will need the corresponding destructive power.

Next, I suspected a malfunction.

Though carefully maintained, there is no guarantee that sudden breakdowns will not occur.

There are no noticeable traumas and the instrument complains of internal anomalies.

Only at a time like this, and the pilot threw up poison.

I didn't know it would fail at a time like this, choosing it for me too.

Behind you, there are several members of the Armored Dragon Hunting Corps.

The pilot was a general soldier, entrusted only with the operation of the transfer vehicle.

If it had been members of the "Armored Dragon Hunting Soldiers" who were piloting it, they would have noticed a very thin arrow that slipped into a slight gap in the vehicle.

It flew in at super high speeds. It was accurately shooting through the structural weaknesses of that vehicle.

The cause of the vehicle stopping and the "Armored Dragon Hunter Regiment" stunning in the arm of the opponent who did it will come after this is over.

The pilot attempted to respond to a communication asking why the speed was dropping, at that time.

Something poured over the vehicle running in the front row.

A lot of elongated stuff and stuff like a shadow.

Raid.

Immediately an attack by someone, the pilot understood.

The attacked vehicle stops moving as it snakes.

Next to it, other vehicles gained momentum.

If something happens and the vehicle stops, it is to be left behind.

Because if you stop, you'll give your enemies a chance to raid.

Unless there's so much going on, the line won't stop.

The pilot panicked and informed the soldiers behind him of the situation.

He is a general soldier and is not in a position to give instructions to the "Armored Dragon Hunting Soldiers" behind him.

Instead, he was on the side of asking for instructions.

Hopefully it won't be a hassle.

Though he thought so in the corner of his head, the general soldier, who had briefly finished communicating the situation, waited for the next instruction.

What can I do about armor of an armored car with my sword?

Pryan Blue's answer was "Stabbing with great momentum".

Throw five of the swords in your hand as you fall from the top of the building.

The sword, which added momentum to the drop's acceleration, pierced the armored vehicle of interest brilliantly.

Pryan Blue himself gets off on the armored car, while stabbing his sword.

Stand on a serpentine car, using that sword instead of a railing.

It is on a car that also has a lot of momentum to shake.

Normally, it would be about to be shaken off, but there's nothing to say for Pryan Blue, who has the physical ability to laugh naggingly even if he falls off the top floor of a skyscraper.

The velocity of the jumped armored car drops gaggedly, and other vehicles slip through its sides.

On a glance, there was a look of Tuck sticking his face in the convoy window.

Agney with his face on the peppery windowsill that flies fast and sober is quite a laugh.

He was an unintentionally blowing Pryan Blue, but his voice was strangely twitchy.

It is because of the coverings of the gorilla, which I put on instead of the mask.

Of course, I protested why the gorilla, but I was convinced that she said with half a laugh, "You might fall in love with the murmur if you don't wear it."

Sure, if an enemy falls in love with him when he sees his beauty, he's pathetic.

Pryan Blue was the owner of a really hard nerve that seemed to be true.

Drop off a swarm of vehicles running away and move your eyes backwards.

The car is stopped with members of the "Armored Dragon Hunting Soldiers" as planned.

"Hiu. That boy will do it."

I can't say my name, so it's a boy call.

As Pryan Blue pulled the communication terminal out of his nostalgia, he quickly manipulated it and hit it in the ear.

Gorilla coverings are convenient because they have holes in parts relatively close to humans.

"Araugh, this is Pretty Gorilla. So far so good."

"You're certainly a prettier"

"Damn, artificial spirits are super honest these days"

To Martina's words returned, Pryan Blue nibbles in a good mood.

Pryan Blue receives the obvious flattery exactly as he says, and he's just the owner of a thick nerve.

"Keep up the good work and act as planned"

"Roger, roger. Can they take them down?

"Originally, all personnel in those two vehicles were supposed to be rendered incapacitated."

"Style Mi. Let's say no."

"Next time I'll do good. Now dispose of this communication machine. If you throw it away, I'll run the bombing program. By the way, the boy recovered it safely."

"Oh, I'm not worried. I'm not worried. That boy, he doesn't look and act in line with his strength. Yeah, that's what's right for this job, surprisingly."

"Could be"

Pryan Blue laughed Niyaniya and threw down his mobile device.

I immediately started raising smoke. It explodes and disperses faster than it gets to the ground.

It seemed like a well-thought-out procedure had been included.

All the major parts are shattered and it is difficult to get any information from this fragment.

Where I could get the most information, I wouldn't know a lot about it.

I'm ready to do that.

When I look at it, I see armed soldiers coming down from driving vehicles.

The only thing that flew in without getting my hair in is attack magic.

The appearance is a small ball of light, flying at high speeds.

Is the inner sealed destructive force the same or slightly above the same size bullet on the planet?

That's what dozens of shots fly in without getting in my hair.

Machine guns are exactly what they are.

Pryan Blue looked at it and laughed niggly.

Grasp the quickly divided sword in both hands and wave it to dance even in a graceful dance.

Furious magical attacks are knocked down one after the other by that sword.

At the same time as the offense stopped, Pryan Blue posed for a decision.

Turning a proper gaze, at some point there's a line of "Armored Dragon Hunting Soldiers" out there ready to go.

They're all well trained.

He points his weapon at Pryan Blue and stands guarded.

It looked like a sword.

In fact, it is a weapon dedicated to close to medium range, with various magic exercises.

It's a sight that can hardly be relieved to be pointed at countless times in a state where magic can be unleashed.

But Pryan Blue doesn't look like he cared, and he's laughing fun.

Pryan Blue is an agent.

That's why I'm often mistaken, but what she's best at is not covert behavior or information-gathering.

Of course they show superior ability to them, but apart from what they are best at.

That's direct combat.

Especially with a sword.

One of the reasons Binkert saw Pryan Blue dyed is that.

For Skysler, who has a magic system called Demon Sword Magic, Pryan Blue is the ideal personal power.

"Come on - what? Well, a showtime to get started?

Wave the sword in both hands exaggerated and make an invitation to provoke.

Even those tricks looked beautiful.

From what I usually say and do, it's unthinkable.

It's very hard to believe, but just in terms of what you look like when you're fighting things, it's a very graceful and gorgeous thing to say about Pryan Blue.

Suppose there are two names other than "multiple”.

There are many voices saying that it is a “sword dancer”.

Well, that's our character, so it's not the first time they call us that cool.

Dilloyd was sliding his fingers quickly over the screen as he grabbed an ice cream in the ride.

Confirm the displayed information while performing the necessary operations and inputs.

"Ah duh. Uh, oh, this way. And then. Hmm. Yes, sir. The latest version of their predicted path is out. I'll send it to you."

The screen operated by Delaud shows a symbolized map of the surrounding area.

On top of that, dots of various colors were moving.

All of this represents people, vehicles, etc.

Shown in the biggest and most prominent colors is the convoy with the tack on it.

"Sent, done. You're right."

"I'm afraid it's going too well."

To Martina's words floating behind him, Dillough flashed his face.

Life is so keenly when it's going well.

Delaud's rule of thumb.

They are picked up by noisy mercenaries or something, for example, only when they are comfortably shaking the sea plains in barrels.

"Are you crazy?"

Mizuhiko wrinkles between her eyebrows while holding the same ice cream in both hands as Dilloud.

I glanced at the screen until earlier, but what was displayed was too difficult to understand.

"It's going well. If we keep this up, we're gonna get rid of the good stuff."

"My Den, not yet"

"I think we're almost there. What does that ice cream taste like?

"I don't know. Something smells like ramen."

"Lambne. How is Ramune different from Cider?"

"What. If you ask me, I don't know. What do you mean?"

"That's right. What the hell."

It was Dillough and Mizuhiko who started thinking in the face, but soon the thought was interrupted.

'Cause the voice communication call went off.

Deload quickly manipulates the screen to connect communications.

"This is my" relative's uncle. "Everyone's working hard?

It was Sergei who sent the comms.

“Relative Uncle” is a call sign I made for this one.

"This is Barrel Man. So far, we're all Genki."

energies, meant checking if the work was going well.

Sergei asked if things were going well.

Dillough returned it, so far so good.

"By the way, what's your uncle's current location?

"I just got in car six. It doesn't feel like the drive is going well either."

To the words returned in a cheerful atmosphere, Dillough raised one eyebrow, slightly surprised.

I just got in car six.

It's a code meaning that you got into the convoy's car and took control of the inside.

Since we started moving, the convoy hasn't stopped once.

Even when Pryan Blue raided, he was somewhat slow.

It's probably true, because there's no reason or advantage to throw up lies.

In fact, if you try to reverse detect where the call is being made and display it on the map, it overlaps with one vehicle in the convoy.

Looks like you really took over one of the vehicles.

"How are the people inside?

"We're all on a good night's rest. Don't catch a cold."

All personnel inside are being cleaned up and detained.

At what point in the world, I have no idea how I did it.

Sergei's job in this operation was supposed to be to play.

Act according to the situation while preparing some patterns.

It was an ad hoc policy to maintain a high degree of flexibility.

Some of them took the convoy's car and used it during the attack.

If there's anything like a car train stopping due to some trouble, or maybe it's possible.

To that extent, Delaud thought, Sergei seemed to have done it while driving.

It is a tale of bending or well-planted tricks.

"To be liked by an angel who reveals his sins, there's a good reason."

Dilload whispered and snapped, leaking a bitter laugh.

"Then leave the comms properly alone. I'll take care of it here."

"Rika-yi"

The call was interrupted there.

Upon confirmation that the vehicle and the caller have left, Dilload sends instructions to the caller to self-destruct.

Immediately, the signal on the caller broke off.

Looks like he destroyed himself without a problem.

"Are you crazy?"

"It's going well. Much more than just now."

"Instead, you look depressed."

"Only when it's smooth and full of sail can you get a butterfly, my life. I hope it keeps going well."

"You're alone."

"What kind of person are you?

Dilloud turned to Mizuhiko, as he showed a little interest.

Still, my fingers are moving as I check the screen horizontally.

Apparently, while doing the work. But he's the type who can do the work.

Mizuhiko caught a glimpse of the situation and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"If you don't want to go back, just give me a break, Yuzu. If I ran out of ginger every time, I would have been itching, Kana. It's a scratch, and it's all over the place. That's the one."

"It seems like a difficult life."

"Saigo, you've been ripped off."

"Oh, are you the one who died? Do you know him?

"That's the place. It's for you. One of these days, there may be."

"Huh? He's dead, isn't he?

Mizuhiko clutches the ice cream she had in both hands to her mouth and starts eating the mogi.

Mizuhiko raised her mouth just a little bit when she looked at Dilloud with her neck hanging strangely.