The God has moved to another world.

After judging the take for the time being, Pryan Blue laid his sword on his sheath laughing with Niyaniya.

Turn off all the splitting of the sword and your nose will tinkle.

but I thought of it, activating the magic engraved on the sword, and appearing one sword.

When I take it in my hand and check the grip, I bash it in towards what is falling to the ground.

Fine-tune the angle while ascertaining the depth of stabbing to prevent falling even if you let go of your hand.

Plian Blue nodded as convinced, satisfied by poking him at his fingertips several times.

Incidentally, she stabbed the sword in the ass of a member of the Armored Dragon Hunting Soldiers, a Bataluda Dide army special unit that stunned her.

Looking around, there were other members of the "Armored Dragon Hunting Soldiers" down.

It's for two armored vehicles.

There is no particular reason why I purposefully stabbed a sword in the ass.

If I were to say so, because I had a good feeling about it, I thought, "Oh, I need to stab you."

Pryan Blue is a basic asshole.

"Come on. I'm done here though. I felt some kind of gaze."

Slightly narrow your eyes and blur as you scratch your head.

When I jumped out of the building, I felt a slight but gaze.

From quite a distance though. Still, I think I've been seen by a troublesome guy.

Because of this kind of work, Pryan Blue has lived and continued this work.

If you were duller, you could have gotten hurt and got married in early retirement, couldn't you?

I used to think, "On the other hand, if you still can't get married, it sucks, right?" I arrived at the idea and stopped thinking.

It's all because of that shota that I can't get married.

That is the stance of Pryan Blue, an unshakeable fact.

"That's fine. I don't know what to do. Hmm? Yada, isn't it cute that I'm naughty?

You can look for the Lord of your gaze and see if you noticed anything about this one.

Because there may be harm later, even if there are no problems right now.

It is in this business that we do not know where or how to attach our feet and what kind of kettle.

It can be said that Pryan Blue's abilities are very suitable for these kinds of jobs.

When needed, roughly as many people as you need.

The added personnel are equipped with origami.

Pryan Blue himself finds his ability to make convenient.

The question is whether or not to find out about the other person here will not be the back line.

If they're bad, they can be snakes if they look poorly.

Sometimes it's better to put it down gently.

Well, it's all the more so if you're the kind of person who, despite being fairly distant, can clearly tell by his gaze that he's "sucked".

Looking around, I could see the bumps and people coming together.

Anyway, in a country that is peacefully bogged down, in a country like this, there are few common people who come close to what they're doing.

Because if it's like this one, where you can obviously see that your nobles are involved, you can't complain if they get involved and kill you.

Wherever you complain, it is an end killing loss that is ignored.

Conversely, there would be fears of mouth sealing if I did not say anything extra.

Still, guts are not something that can be erased.

If you see a paragraph, you want to go check it out.

If this happens, you better leave this place as soon as possible.

Check the Lord of your gaze or leave him alone.

We have to decide fast.

"Mmm. No, come on. Something seems so bad to me. If you report it to me later, it'll be all right."

Sometimes it is necessary to impose, but not here.

When Pryan Blue made that decision, he decided to just leave the place.

Do not sneak up on God who does not touch you.

Besides, the employer is that "sinful angel."

You'll look into it on your own even if you leave it alone.

I thought I'd go somewhere else to help, but I decided I wouldn't have to go.

You may need to worry about the others if you're going to be a little more manipulative, but "Armored Dragon Hunting Soldiers" was a strength within this assumption.

To the extent that I am not ashamed to be a special force in one country.

If you don't have extraordinary strength like Pryan Blue, you trick.

Or, on the contrary, it looks like he's being held captive.

That means.

I mean, you don't have to worry about anything else.

Then you should be concerned, after a job.

"Would you like to help me prepare to withdraw?"

If Agney can be retrieved safely, the rest is to be farewell by boat.

You should be ready to leave the port, but not all sailors are used to these "jobs".

It's unprofessional and natural, and things change when you look at the situation and prepare it.

Pryan Blue, a crooked transport state Skysler operative, is bright for ship equipment and operations.

I use ships all over the place all the time, so I can handle them of any kind.

He also had a lot of experience in action and was more accustomed to the field than the sailors in line for what to do when something happened.

"Well, shall we just go? What, oh?

Two, Pryan Blue stopped in front of a glassy building.

Because of the darkness inside, he shows himself well as a mirror.

When Pryan Blue looked seriously at himself, he tried to pose.

"If you do it, aren't you handsome that your face is gorilla, but your contents are mine? No, but I still like your face, me. Hmm."

I don't have to worry so much about my daughter-in-law, but Pryan Blue finally got back to work after a minute or so of worrying on the spot.

It feels very good to have a good job.

Sergei enjoyed driving while singing nose songs and such.

In front and back, there is a line of cars full of special forces.

Break into the car in front of the enemy, unnoticed.

It was a little fractured to dominate and take over so I couldn't get around it, but it was worth it.

Well, if you're a regular person, before you broke a bone, I guess it's impossible.

After a while, communication enters the radio.

Just to make sure it's going okay.

Sergei lightly coughs up and switches on the call.

"Car eight, no abnormalities"

Short, terminal response.

However, the voice was the one in this armored car, itself, far from what Sergei was meant to be.

One of Sergei's skills is to change his voice by combining throat contractions with magic tools in his body.

I use it conveniently because it is common for me to change my voice.

When Sergei switched off, he turned to the video screen provided for the armoured car.

Maps of the area around the current location are shown, along with other armoured vehicles' locations.

Is it close to Carnaval, as it is on Earth?

The difference is that besides your position, other cars' positions are indicated.

And it's not where they're navigating to their destination.

It's a very convenient product, but from Sergei's eyes, the image felt a little rough.

It would be because my eyes were used to the products made by Tuhiko and the doctor.

It's a harm surrounded by good things.

It is a luxury disease.

"Nice to meet you. The rice is good. Water is good, too. If there's one problem, where the sunlight doesn't bathe?

The laboratory in Tuhiko is underground.

For once, a light-emitting device is fitted that produces light of the same composition as sunlight, but still underground.

All the time, I get excited.

Occasionally I go to the lowest level of the Enchanted Dragon's nest for exercise, but the basement is still underground.

Walking lazily on the ground with nothing to whisper around is hard to replace.

"It's kind of a benefit for once, and I was wondering if I'd go outside. But if you're just out, bye."

Sergei sighed and thought of the "land under review”.

Regardless of the surrounding land and the "forest of sinners” where Agney and the others live, the "land reviewed” is still a wasteland.

No sign of plants entering yet.

From what I have heard from Tuhiko, it will still take some time.

The uneven ground stands when it is done.

In places like that, humans are not very comfortable.

Again, the meadows are good.

And in the woods?

However, when the grass trees are not very healthy places, there are many insects and they are not handsome.

Sergei, who often rushed around the woods and deserts for work reasons, was often stabbed by insects who were not sure what they were.

When Sergei was still young, he left the bug stabbed him alone, and it was hard on his eyes.

It was unusual to ask, but it was helpful to have someone who happened to be good at treatment.

Since then, I have been trying to be careful about insect bites, etc.

"Don't you have grass or something that bugs don't lean on?

I had heard that tight aromas such as herbs also disliked bugs.

If we grow large quantities of grass of that kind, won't it work?

Well, they've sprinkled seeds and stuff the most, and they still don't bud on that land.

While I was thinking about that, I saw a landmark to get to my next job.

The train runs this way as planned.

Evidence that the downchecks went well.

I honestly didn't have much time, but they all did well.

Especially, Delaud and Pryan Blue.

These two did a really good job.

Talent as a magic engineer is also within the mercenary corps.

The doctor is, and I'm good at making and manipulating magic equipment.

Especially when it comes to handling large boarding magic weapons.

However, when it comes to the output and output of information, Deload is higher.

Even with the same treatment, the directions are slightly different.

Of course, both are difficult abilities in such a business.

And Pryan Blue.

Whatever your personality, your arms are definitely top notch.

No one will be as troublesome as the enemy.

It's a little troublesome for a buddy, but it's definitely reliable.

Honestly, I don't want you to do something about what you say and do, but is that a luxury?

Well, as for that anyway.

It is time to get to work.

Sergei stepped on an armoured car pedal and accelerated it.

Not many workshops have been taken because they are lined up, and they soon approached the armoured vehicle running forward.

Closer to such a distance as to bump as this, Sergei increased his speed without loosening it.

And collide the armored vehicles with each other as they are.

Even so, it is a contact that appears to be to the point of being pressed lightly.

My speed difference is not a big deal, and it doesn't seem to matter.

Nevertheless, the armoured car of those hit was significantly out of balance.

A four-wheeled car is a strange thing, and when you're driving at more than a certain speed and you're pushed somewhere with some force, it's easy to slip.

If you are doing this kind of work, it is a very beneficial skill to wear.

Generally speaking, there won't be a turn first.

Although the hit armored car manages to regain its posture, it fails and slips across.

Immediately Sergei steps in the brake petal.

The armoured car that was directly behind me tried to avoid it, but it moved too late.

Contact with Sergei's manipulated armoured car, and still half-rotate and stop while this one slips too.

While confirming that horizontally, Sergei accelerated the armoured car again.

I catch up with the train that was running forward, but soon I hear a yell from the radio, "Stop".

Apparently, the main unit is doing its job well.

If there's a lane in this place, start acting.

That was a pretty out-of-the-box plan, but it didn't seem to be a problem.

I guess that would be best if I could timing it in real time with communications, etc., but occasions where I can't afford that kind of luxury are common.

"Come on. Let's do another good job."

Niyaniya laughing. That said, Sergei quickly moved to the back of the car.

Reach for reinforced armor while avoiding the rolling Special Forces personnel.

I can hide my face and hide my physique. This is great for my eyes.

Nothing could be more convenient to move in confusion.

If you look out the window, you can see a straw coming out of a parked armored car.

Maybe we should hurry.

If I was done joining you around the corner, they'd think I was gone.

Sergei began wearing reinforced armor, crossing his nose.

A little, back in time.

One vehicle was coming to that place where the convoy with the tack on it would be forced to stop.

It contains Mizuhiko and Dilloud.

It was running at considerable speeds, forcing a steep stop as it slipped across.

The door opens in a hurry, either stopping or not, and people pop out sooner or later.

They all have big bags, but all of them are like magic devices.

Dillord opened the sliding door beside him and waved up to the mercenary regiment members outside as he embarked on his body.

"That's where you interfere. Come closer, please."

"Rika-yi!

When the spoken mercenary responded, he moved the luggage he had placed on the road slightly towards the vehicle.

Dilload glanced at the screen of the magic device in the vehicle and gestured and told him, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"What, that"

Mizuhiko in the back of the car asked, tilting her little neck.

Turning his face to you, Delaud continues the operation without even looking at the screen.

"It's a device for ground protrusions. I set it up on the road, connect it to me, and I move it all together. Well, in short, that's it. Items to make big walls in a flash with a burn and feel"

It was a dilaud who tried to explain the content in detail for a moment, but quickly switched his head and changed the way he explained it.

My thoughts were dragged that way because I was scrambling the device, but I didn't think Mizuhiko needed to talk about the hand.

Nothing, I don't know because it's a difficult story, I didn't think.

It doesn't make sense to talk too long and professional, and besides, it doesn't seem like much time.

"Yes, prep ok. [incomprehensible]

When Dilloud speaks, the mercenaries rush back.

Momentum as it was, he began to equip his car with loads of weapons, etc.

At the same time, loud noises sound in the distance.

Distance, but like I've seen in dramas and movies, it's a noise reminiscent of a vehicle accident.

"What, now?"

"Looks like Mr. Sergei caused an accident. How did you do it? It's time to get started, everyone, so get ready!

Say, Deload removed the cover of the switch that was on the operating board and pushed it in.

Momentary, the device placed on the road surface emits light.

The momentum exploded and the ground burst in an instant.

It's like breaking through the surface and the walls soaring up.

Mizuhiko looked impressed and raised her voice, "Oh."

It was activated by magic as it was seen, such as the so-called "wall".

It acts on earth, stone, etc., and creates impromptu walls.

Depending on the precision of the procedure and the magic that can be included, the strength of the wall that can be made will change.

This time I used the technique and device made by Tuhiko, and the degree of completion can be called the peak.

Anyway, it's made from dirt Guardian, so it's origami around it.

The wall was expanded into a U-shaped shape that surrounded the road.

From the other side, where vision was blocked by the wall, you can hear a number of sudden brake-like sounds.

Coming here, Mizuhiko nodded as convinced.

"Shall I come? That's good."

It was pretty critical scheduling, though.

Dilload sighed as if he had finished the job, breaking a package of ice cream pulled out of a small fridge.

In fact, it was pretty critical, but there were circumstances that had to be done.

The work that people can do to lubricate their time, money, and manpower is polite enough to dislike.

This path, which was a transit route, was kept under close watch until a few hours before the convoy passed through.

Instead of relying on something like a video transmitter, it was deliberately positioning people.

It's a luxury story, but it must be valid.

Because of that, I was supposed to install such an absurd thing after being so critical.

"I really would have prepared it sooner. See, roads make magic hard to work."

In order to prevent flirting, crime, etc., in many countries, magic resistance is applied to roads, etc.

In spite of this, how could this have happened?

Simply because I used a magic device that was of such great output as to punch through its magic resistance.

Normally, I guess I didn't bring such a device in, but this time I was alert because there was a ship that I could carry and because it was my first job.

There are a lot of other noisy devices on the ship, but Dillough thought it would be nice not to use them.

"Who are these people?"

"Mr. Sergei. And it's Mr. Mentou. And the mercenaries."

Mizuhiko, who heard it, nodded as he was convinced.

If there is gate soil, there will be no doubt about it first.

Dilloud stretched his body as he twisted the ice cream, and it slowly brought him to his seat.

"So, that's all I have to do."

"Really?

Light particles began to leak from around his shoulder mouth faster than Dillough answered Mizuhiko's question.

In the meantime, the phosphorescent creates a human form.

It's a demographic spiritual martina.

I should have gotten inside the arithmetic device and assisted Dillord in his work, but apparently that's one paragraph.

"If I were to be more precise, I could only do this so far because my job would be coarser than this. That's the place."

Hearing the words, Mizuhiko looks strangely at Dilloud.

At the time, Dilloud was hovering the ice cream in a way that did not involve me.

Martina smiles just a little and goes on to return to her serious expression.

"Because I've had a troublesome and detailed job the last few days. We needed a lot of magic, so we supplied it."

"Is it like you were marathoning while you were doing it?"

In fact, the analogy of Mizuhiko was quite accurate.

Dillough has been stuffed ever since this operation was decided.

The momentum drowned complaining and stupidity, but the work was done clearly.

Break in without leaving a trace on the magic arithmetic device, or adjust the equipment you were bringing.

Bribe yourself with the magic that moves them.

Normally, it is the kind of work that many of each expert brings together.

Even with Martina's help, Dilloud has done it alone.

Zero-comma several seconds of arithmetic control, as well as millimetres of equipment adjustments to suit the operation, while magic releases of large output over several days.

It would also be natural to be tired.

"Oh, I don't know if it's okay, if it's okay, if it's okay, if it's okay, if it's okay."

"Isn't that what humans are for? It doesn't make sense."

I heard from Funghiko again that Martina used to refer to Dilloud as "ill-driven".

Isn't that a little inaccurate?

And Mizuhiko thought.

Perhaps Dillough doesn't have a hard time driving, he even wants to be bothered to think about those things.

I don't want to do anything I don't have to do.

I'll do what I can tomorrow.

It was a relatively damned human, but seemingly harmless way of life.

Perhaps that's one of the reasons Agney doesn't alert me.

"Well, it's a direct havoc from here on out. Mizuhiko will be here soon, won't she? Good luck with that."

Dilloud flickered his hands. That said, he slowly brought them to his seat and closed his eyes.

Apparently, he's going to sleep.

He is the owner of a surprisingly thick nerve.

Mizuhiko took control of Martina, who was moving to wake her.

When I lift the knife I was holding with one hand, I get up and go outside.

I'm going outside anyway, so I thought I'd let him sleep.

Place the knife on your hips and extend your spine.

Finally, it is a total finish.

When I breathed in loud enough to temper Mizuhiko, I slowly exhaled.