The God has moved to another world.

A full-face full-body armor with leg-mounted "tanks".

At first glance, it would look more like a "metal-based transformation hero of the other side" than a "knight in a tank".

That, too, is not the protagonist, but the terminal.

Feels like it appears around the third.

Keith Maxwell appreciated the look of his armor and tank that way.

In fact, many would agree with this opinion.

Keith thinks that if he sells it as an action figure or something, he can sell it out of the blue.

Such a slightly special visual tank, but the performance was still something special.

Combat capabilities are kept to a minimum and are specific to speed of movement.

Thanks to this, Keith boasts the fastest Iron Wheel Knights.

Instead of Shelbren Grosso's "Silvrin Top,"

To Shelbren, a literal monster, that he is winning, even one, well in the field of combat, can be described as stunning.

In other countries, Keith would undoubtedly have been treated as "the nation's greatest force of war".

Regardless, it is a story if it is in another country.

Most importantly, Keith himself is the best person in the world who knows how to stain himself, but there are sesame seeds in the world who can't help it to a faster degree.

The speed at which it is a handle in the first place is known.

Anyway, it was Shelbren who built Keith's tank Match Bunny.

It's faster than a Silvrin top, but it's just "I don't make it that fast because it's unnecessary".

Moving and fighting at super high speeds requires special sensations in addition to moving vision.

Keith is highly qualified and talented in that regard.

though.

I just did that, and if I told you, it wouldn't even be at Shelbren's feet.

Really, I think a few times a day about why I'm being made vice president.

Keith's usual pattern was to stop thinking, though, because it was impeccable and there was nothing he could do about it.

I'm not proud of it, but Keith would undoubtedly be in the top category in terms of ability, even globally.

But that's more like "being in the lead group".

Thousands or hundreds of them.

The business pattern, Keith has also face-to-face with the "top" guys, like he's really in the "lead".

Worst case scenario, I even went one hostile step ahead.

So is Shelbren, but alas, these people are real monsters and a form of disaster.

I think Keith lived a lot while I was there, but of course there are quite a few reasons.

Because Keith was even more apt for that rare "super-fast," and better at "perceiving danger."

Of course what comes from our high judgment and analytical abilities.

It had amazing precision when it came to things like sixth sense intuition.

The high level of crisis detection capability, which can also be called inspiration, is considerable, and when it comes to "agnee coarseness," will it convey how well it is falling out?

In time, Keith had the ability to hold it down with reason and carry out the operation.

It has a high intelligence characteristic of elves, mobility beyond the current shelvren, and Agney-like crisis-sensing capability.

Regardless of our self-assessment.

At least a man named Keith Maxwell is enough for Shelbren to use it heavily.

but, well, most of all.

We don't want that at all.

"Hold on, I knew you were a jerk. Ha, I don't want to work anymore. I want to go home and sleep."

Keith scratched the surface of his helmet, complaining of bumps.

I don't feel any irritation in my head, but the "scratch my head" behavior has become a habit.

Keith had come to the border between the meadow area surrounding the "forest of sinners" and the surrounding woods.

He stands on a tree to distance himself enough to stay as close as possible to the meadow area and to ensure his vision.

Wrong, I didn't want to go into the meadow zone.

A bad feeling binds.

On the forest side and in the meadows, something is clearly different.

If they ask me what that is, I have no idea.

Using measuring equipment mounted on armor and tanks, no differences were detected.

Keith's "Match Bunny," which is often forced to push him into a scouting role, is packed with a variety of gear, from opponents to analytical equipment.

Its enrichment would be comparable to a little specialized facility.

The "artificial spirits" on board were also designed to handle them fully.

Of course, the producer is Shelbren.

"Mm-hmm. I don't know what it is, in the ground above the surface air, there's nothing in particular to explore each of them. Well, there are some realms that our magic can't explore. No, no, no, no. I don't know, this, maybe."

So Keith closed his lips much harder.

In my armor, and I was talking to myself with my lips closed, but I still hated leaking outside.

This feeling is close to what I felt in "Between the Meditations on the Rock" in the Sanctuary "Mountain" of Charles.

That's what Keith thought intuitively.

Again, carefully calm down and turn your consciousness to the boundary between the forest and the meadow.

Between the two, I still felt a clear difference.

I do feel that that side and this side are different areas, as also pulled by the line.

Or can we realise the identity of this difference if it is per Charles Christian monk?

I'll think about it a lot, but I can't give Keith a clear answer, although I can make as many hypotheses as I want right now.

Just.

This Keith reading was truly accurate.

Things I'm feeling right now, like a line between meadows and forests.

It was a "reviewed land" and an outer boundary.

The red sheath is in order, the land where the "god of the land" is and everything else.

Keith felt the difference.

As a matter of fact, this was something worthy of amazement.

Whatever Keith was feeling was a stream of power that was barely "open" to humans.

It belonged to the category that made up the world, the kind that God, angels, Guardians, or similar things dealt with.

The monks of Charles Shelter sensed it and possessed the art of making good use of it, partly because they stayed near "Charles, the god of the woods" for eternity and continued to receive a certain protection.

Conversely, Keith has no special training, no prior knowledge, and a peek into an area where diligent and competent monks are finally able to barely step in over the years.

To be honest, Keith has no idea what that is.

But I know clearly that it is a tragedy and will eat for what it takes when it gets closer.

It was precisely the intuition of "Agnee Coarse".

It was then that Keith had assembled various speculations in his head.

The fact that a Stenglaire spy noticed Keith and is sticking around has been sensed long before he entered the woods.

I also know that the other person is Keith, and while I put in an exploration with the knowledge that I was "noticed," I didn't get my hands on it directly.

I guess he's stepping on it that he's going to "tour" a little and go home.

I don't know how much Stenglaire's "Royal Demon House" is bloody, but I wouldn't be stuck with it if I did it in such a dangerous zone.

Even as they do, they won't want to dong pat you if you do it near the "land of abandonment".

Most of all, that's just to the extent that it's "very close."

Although unofficial, there is a battle between "steel” and "paper scraps” in this place.

If you have to, you don't have any hesitation in waving magic.

The state of those Stenglaire detectives became hasty.

Something is approaching that is amazingly well hidden but quite nasty.

Detection equipment has been detected as a common operator, but there were also subtle swings.

Its sway, which can also be taken as an error range, but if analyzed over time, its identity will be grasped.

But Keith decided he didn't have to do it.

If your opponent is a "scrap of paper" paper snow sai, you will not be tempted by Keith first.

If there was, it would be if you were deliberately showing yourself, but I didn't smell that way from this reaction.

More importantly, Paper Snow Sai should currently be on board from Bataluda Dide for Stenglaire.

I wouldn't say absolutely, but the odds of being here are limitless.

Then it will be natural to see that the next top secret detective besides Paper Snow Sai is coming.

The most likely person is the person with the highest number of seats entrusted to this occasion.

That would mean “Fluorescent” Mine Bommer.

Well, you don't have to think about it that way, you'll definitely look more than you're here, Keith had guessed.

That's how loud the word "Iron Wheel Knights" sounds.

You won't be getting your hands on me right now.

On the way back to Einfarble, hold back a little and give me some advice.

Something like that?

You should also have the option to fight one battle in some situations.

It's really convenient.

Question lightly, guess what, I just wanted to go home to Metermaguito.

Before you do, of course, have plenty of delicious salads.

I'm not a gastronomer, Keith, but as an elf man, I was an average "vegetable lover".

Metermagito is a good country, but by its very nature as an underground city, vegetables are fatally unsavory.

Of course, vegetables produced in closely calculated "vegetable factories" have excellent freshness and texture.

That's all if I tell you.

In terms of the Elves with high affinity for plants, the difference between efficient and secure factory cultivation and vegetables grown in real soil and real sun exists desperately hard to fill.

Other races may not know, but the Elves will feel the difference.

What a thoughtful irony Keith felt that an elf who was supposed to live with the forest was reluctant to live underground in the woods to gain magic.

Keith firmly again burns into his eyes how "meadows," "woods," and "abandoned lands" look.

Video and audio recordings are also kept, but it was important to know that the feeling was not present or seen live.

Even if you don't notice it at that time, you may think about it later and notice discomfort.

Sometimes what we record doesn't get it.

At any rate, there are times when something "unrecordable" is the identity of discomfort.

Use it from the fifth sense to the sixth sense to remember and burn the surrounding conditions.

When he finished it in seconds, Keith twirled his heels back.

Just go, get it over with, and just go home.

The course of action was set.

Surprisingly, aren't you a work enthusiast?

With that in mind, Keith stepped in the direction of Einfarble.

Architecture of the Agney people is basically done in a way that "stabs the whole of the ground".

The so-called cornerstone, found in many architectures, etc.

By burying it on the ground and putting columns on top of it, I mean the foundation that prevents corrosion aging due to moisture, food damage, etc., but I rarely used that cornerstone.

The point is that just because you say "less often" doesn't mean you don't use it at all.

In the village of Cocco, a number of houses were also built with foundation stones.

What you are using foundation stones and what you are not using.

What difference does it make?

There was nothing in particular about this.

filling and the nori on the spot.

"Um, somehow over here today!

Like that, the Agnies don't change or change their architectural style.

Well, in particular, the basic design of the high-floor formula is unwavering.

You may wonder if it's so appropriate, but for Agney, residence is disposable in a year or two.

When it came to why it would be, it was attributed to Agney's habits.

Agney, who felt a little dangerous, escapes anyway.

If you grumble, you run away, and you quickly go far.

After that, if you feel the danger has left, you will come back.

Amazing is the Agney tribe.

Oh, my God, there's a certain chance you'll forget your own home.

Agney, who had the ecology of running away when something happened, had a rare obsession with things.

have something thoughtful, very rarely.

If it's gone, it's gone, and you think you can make it again if you need it.

In the first place, I guess nothing lusty occurs because of the characteristic of leaving anything alone and running away for now if anything happens.

Obsession with things may be in the way to escape.

It's become too pointy a performance around it to be a way of life I'm not sure about, but, well, I can't help it because I'm Agney.

Now, it was the roof of the square that those Agnies were building now.

Columns and roofs alone, no walls, no floors.

It is of the kind known as the East House.

I make it to cover the square, so if it's done, it'll be quite a size.

It could be close to the arcade in the mall.

Such a hefty amount of work by Agney and others was purposeful, besides making it itself.

To make jobs for the inhabitants of the village of Cocco.

The Agnies are a very hard-working, work-loving species.

After working hard, everyone also loves eating wiry rice.

Nonetheless, there was no job in the village of Cocco today.

Everyone worked too hard, it could be considered a harm.

It was this roofing project that was launched as a way to solve that problem.

Just being a large building, the number of people involved will inevitably be higher.

That's all a lot of Agney can do, that's all.

In a sense, it may also be close to public works, carried out to create jobs.

Most of all, the purpose for them is not the wages supplied by the job, but the "job" itself.

That's why I was having a little trouble.

Agney and the others had gathered in the square for a meeting on what to do with the problem.

"If you build a roof easily, you'll lose your job in no time. That's not what I meant."

"It's a big roof, but it's just the roof and pillars."

"Cool."

Asked by a serious looking elder, Mark roared with a similar look.

Mark is a leader in the youth and specializes in civil engineering.

During these works, Mark often took the lead in the work.

Of course, this time, I'm trying my best as a field supervisory position.

That's what Mark said.

The building of the roof is going to be over sooner than I thought.

It is a far-fetched matter.

That will be a little longer and will not achieve the original objective of assigning your job to many Agnies at all.

"The harvest of the field is still ahead of us. Until then, I'll have a lot more work to do."

"Not very much, but I won't have it until then. I'll have a roof all the time."

"Oh, my goodness. I wonder if there's any way to delay construction."

It is quite a challenge.

The Agnies are workers anyway, so they don't like to get out of work.

Or when I work, I get more and more tense, and I hang in there.

"If we keep this up, we're all gonna get laid again."

"Bye, despair. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Karichi, who watched as Agney and the others were troubled, exhaled as if she had no choice.

"Just like when you created Red Sheath's company, you can do it. For each squad, build a small roof and decide which one you want."

Between Agney and the others, a twist happened.

Speaking of which, I don't think I remember doing that.

Agney is basically a very, very forgettable species.

"Right! All we have to do first is make a lot of little ones for everyone and rub them in comparison to which is the best!

"Junction!"

"That'll increase the amount of work!

"Wow! We're just gonna build a tiny roof!

"Make it a cool roof, incorporating the junction into your design!

"How do you incorporate it?

"I don't know. I should try somehow."

Thus, Agney and the others succeeded in gaining many jobs successfully.

I'm glad to see that, and I'm gladly watching Karichi somewhere.

But.

There were things staring at caricatures like that.

I'm in the village, Mad Eye.

Staring at the footage sent from it is Calienes, the god of Earthhiko and singing.

He had a somewhat meaningful face and laughed "heh heh heh" and so on.

"Nice. I knew it was fine, Karichi. You should definitely get it. That way, you can do a lot of things in synergy with Funghiko!

"Both Funghiko and Karichi are attributes that wrap around the sky. Hopefully, I just want the other one."

"Become a navel, Tashikani! Ugh! You get a whole cup of idols!!!

What the hell are they up to?

It is something that roughly anyone could possibly understand, but so far I wanted you to decide that it is a mystery for once.

Maybe I don't have many friends?

Gulfagam had a face like he chewed up a bitter bug, holding his head.

Why don't we go do "land abandoned" together and "land reviewed" for obvious reasons.

That's what I asked some of the pillars of God I knew, but no one shook my head vertically.

Everyone is scared, in short.

That's right.

The other person is a god like the supreme god, Lord Ambalens, at first sight.

I only have a bad feeling.

Speaking of Unvalence, he is also the Sun God.

He's a god who can make and erase stars with one fingertip, and in some cases, galaxy creation and extinction.

If such a super attached powerful god and the current supreme god purposefully brought him from different worlds with his head down.

It would be normal to think that you don't want to get close as a legitimate lower weak god.

I don't want to go so bad, but I can't say I don't like it now.

That wasn't the atmosphere.

Then the idea of backing up didn't come to Gulfagam's mind.

The root is a serious God.

"Ha, what shall we do now?"

By the roaring Gulfagam, things approached like horses.

The place I'm in is in the ocean, but it doesn't look particularly breathless.

That's right, the horse-like thing was the Guardian of Gulfagam.

The large body was exactly like a horse, but his face was close to a dragon.

There are two pairs of horns growing on the head, like a sea lion, and the whole body is covered with a green jade-like gloss and clear scales.

The hyena was yellow, close to gold, with long tails of the same colour growing.

If there was a red sheath on this spot, I would have seen it and immediately said this.

"Isn't that Kirin?"

If it only looked like it, it did resemble the famous Kirin as a spiritual beast.

Of course, it's actually something else.

It was created as a snake-shaped dragon, an image close to water, and an aquatic horse multiplied like Kelpy.

It was designed by Gulfagam and has absolutely nothing to do with the spirit beast Kirin.

Or maybe I've seen Kirin somewhere, and that's what stayed in the image and took this form, but, well, it doesn't really matter around there.

The Guardian looked carefree and peered into Gulfagam.

"After all, it's going to feel like we're going alone. I don't have a choice. Well, I think it's better than going with one pillar."

The Guardian would rather be in a more convoluted form, but Gulfagam dared to ignore that fact.

That's all, I didn't want to go alone.

It is the Guardian's role to protect God or carry out His Word.

Still young Gulfagam had no angels attached to him.

The god above doesn't seem to care much, but the angels have been understaffed for 10,000 years since the one about Mother God.

If there are fewer good gods, the messenger will come to the angel who is inferior.

It's also an allergic expression that angels go down, but God is the standard, so you won't have a choice.

"Huh. I have no choice. If this happens, we'll get hungry and do it all at once. Shall we go as soon as possible?"

If so decided, Gulfagam just decided to write to him.

Going to "Reviewed Land" means two days from now.

Because before that, my decision seemed dull.

If you can suddenly visit them, they may annoy you, but when the content comes just to the content, it won't change the annoyance.

Besides, it's been a long time since I decided to go.

If it's the difference between early or late, then it's no problem.

Should be, maybe.

Honestly, I wasn't even sure about Gulfagam around there, but it should be better than postponing something.

I'm not going to give you a long tour of anything, just let me see it a little uninterrupted, that's fine.

Still, what kind of god is Red Sheath?

I hope you're not scared.

With that in mind, Gulfagham began to run the brush, to the toilet he pulled out.

"Heh. Mr. Red Sheath, I don't like Kirin."

"You don't like it? It was a long time ago, but I kicked your body by mistake in the clouds. He's totally warm, and you forgive me. Well, I can't believe I'm already in a hurry. Your whole body's been distracted. Like trauma."

"Is Mr. Red Sheath bleeding?

"It's a sheath. Why, you don't have that. Oh! Isn't that a metaphorical expression?

"Ha-ha-ha! Hey, I was wondering if there's a one-chan! It's red!"

"I'm not bloody! Ha ha ha!!