The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

For a long time, when he had been beating with blunt weapons and throwing stones, mankind had developed weapons and devised ways to fight with them again.

A new weapon, a new tactic, defeats the old, and a new weapon or tactic surpasses it - history repeats itself.

In this world, besides humans, there are subhumans and demons, and there are moves called magic, but more or less the same.

And well, the foreground is about that, and it is time for war.

I ordered the Dungeon Core (Safilo) to form a dominant area of the Dungeon Core, also known as an elongated corridor, around the Oak Army. That's in the form of a siege of the camping oak army. The range is wide in kilometres, but inside it is Skasca, which suppresses the consumption of magic.

Now, this elongated territorial range is under Saphiro's control and under my control, the Master. Within this territory, I can install dungeon compositions that I have specified in exchange for magic.

It was the Transfer Magic Formation that set me up.

It's called a transfer team that flies anywhere in the dungeon. The basics are the use of moving within the dungeon or flying somewhere in the dungeon as a trap. Unlike the portal, it is a substitute that can only be used within the territory.

"So shall we begin? - I Ball Bomb, Transfer Begins"

Safilo consumes magic to embody multiple single-eyed floating spheres (floating eyes) and eye balls as Warcraft (Guardian). I'm making a little modification to this.

"I'm inhumane, but it's a piece of magic."

Anyway, I said 'bomb' or something, so I...

The I Ball bomb enters one nearby transfer magic formation after another and is transferred to a magic formation near the Oak Army camp.

The first sphere began to storm the camp with countless pine lights (torches) blinking at all possible speeds while floating.

I Balls dispersed in the darkness and floated without sound. Orcs and goblins on the lookout I noticed, but I doubted my eyes before warning about the flying of that inexperienced demon.

"What...?

The astonishing sub-people see it and come together. If there's a sphere floating around with no hands or feet, it makes sense to get together to see it closer.

But at the next moment, I Ball activated Explosion Magic - Explosion - using the magic that makes up itself as a catalyst.

It's a suicide bomber.

There was a fire monster with a suicide bomber in a fantasy RPG, but the point is that.

The unleashed explosion involved or blew the orcs away.

Throughout the camp, the explosion flames from suicide bombings rise. That's a long way off, and I could observe it, too, Mr. Bell.

"Enemy Attack - Huh!

Anyone who hasn't seen I Ball's suicide bombing also realizes that if there were more than one explosion this would be some kind of attack. The soldiers who were already asleep get up in a hurry and take weapons to intercept the raiders.

But...

"Second wave, transfer"

The Eye Ball bomb I sent flew in from all directions of the camp, splitting into a handful. And they also dared to commit suicide bombings without being particularly resistant. The orcs, too, were badly puzzled by the attack of the first sphere, something they had not even assumed at all, and could not react properly.

An oak army that has no hands or feet, literally no hands or feet. But after I forwarded the third wave, someone showed up to fight back late. Projections with bows and arrows, attacks with axes, spears, etc.

but these were also futile resistances. Targeting an eye ball that flies without sound at night is extremely difficult, and if you try to attack it with melee weapons, you will blow yourself up there.

Flying tools from out of range. I think it feels like I'm shooting a missile in. This one is far beyond the enemy's area of recognition, and he throws in an appropriate I Ball (missile) as he looks at the holographic map of the dungeon core.

Remotely maneuver the drone and shoot the weapon. One button kills the enemy, that's the way to fight.

Don't let this wipe you out. Well, I won't. Depending on how you use the dungeon core, it turns into a cheat weapon.

"It's like a game."

Mr Bell said abruptly. While also looking at the holograph, the black cat slapped his tail.

"A long time ago, I remembered seeing this actual battlefield in a board game and moving soldiers"

I don't know what it looks like, but I associate a diagram where the Demon King sits on the throne and moves the pawn to play chess.... Yeah, I get it.

"Modern warfare is not the same as Demon King's."

I'm being sarcastic.

"But if it's oila... right, we're dropping meteorites on their positions."

Meteorite! That's a missile from the fantasy world. It is. I see, there's something like that. However, given the magnitude and scale of blowing up that army, I don't think the amount of magic it consumes to make meteorites is foolish either. It seems worth a thought.

Either way, the Orcs drastically reduced that number.

By the time the sun rose in the morning, its strength had dropped to about 500.

It was us joining an expedition led by Early marching, but there was one problem there.

Lunch break. In the tent dedicated to the prince, Olivia, the Kingsguard knight, said.

"About forty people are missing compared to before we left. Supposedly escaped during marches and breaks."

Escape. We're out of the army. It means that there were not many people who were clearly in crisis on this expedition. No, some of the rest of us will still be inclined to that feeling.

I can't help it. The number is small compared to the first expedition, and its soldiers have many survivors in the last battle. There is no way that the morale of the soldiers who have been beaten scatterly by the enemy and have fled with their lives is high. I was given the opportunity to restore my honor, the number of this soldier is too small to interpret. I thought I was told to fight and die.

"With Master Early here, you may be done with this degree of leavers"

Since His Royal Highness the Prince, the next king, is in it, it can't be a throwaway pawn - so I guess that means some people are stuck. What happens if the king says he wants the prince dead?... Obviously, don't let the army collapse.

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Early is silent. I guess I don't know what to do myself. Maybe I can't find the ingredients to boost my will to war successfully.

If you don't try to improve some morale before you run into the Orc Army, you will escape even if you reduce the number of enemies because of it.

That's not very good.

I had no idea that before we fought our enemies, our allies - that too - would be pulled to their feet by soldiers who make up the majority of the group.

"In short, does that mean we need to motivate the soldiers?

Mr Bell said, looking bored as he slept on his desk.

"Miss Early, give him a speech in front of the soldiers."

"Mr. Bell."

Olivia gave me a musty look.

"You're being disrespectful to Her Highness, my lady, etc."

"Oops, this is rude"

Arly has a girl atmosphere around her, including Olivia, but is only a 'man'. I guess I took it as an insult to treat a woman there. Early is not an insult or anything because Mr. Bell knows his true gender, but in his position, he had to laugh bitterly.

"Soldier Motivation,"

Speaking of which, hey, my heroic days. During the war against the Great Empire, there was a battlefield that was too disadvantaged to have morale.... hehe, 'hero'?

"Gin?"

Makes me look suspicious, Early. Apparently I was smiling unconsciously.

"All right, well, let's just say we're gonna hit a hand here to boost our war."

"Do you have any ideas?

If Olivia gets herself out, I'll take a seat.

"I'll bring reinforcements"