Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Just get hit. Only murdered and repatriated to their home country...... That was Ecleria here these days.

I'm pretty sure they were looking for some way to crack down on the obstructive status quo. It's no longer a war, just a target, such as losing without any victory. A suicide bomb attack using, for example, a demonic reactor bomb from a airship could be considered evidence that they are trying to scratch.

Still, however, it did not lead to a means to counter the coalition side. While we continue to lose, the region of Boreas, gradually dominated by Eccleria, is smaller and now just leaves the north and the centre behind. Day by day they were being hunted down.

What do they do as a result of being cornered? The answer to that was this fight.

"... what? I am."

Nulls, who hear from Energia that reinforcements on the enemy's side have arrived, try to verify their identity by telescope. As a result, what I see is --,

"Big...... carriage?

—— a large carriage pulled by multiple tanks —— was a towing vehicle. To be more specific, it is a simple looking substitute, with only four tyres attached to a spherical object painted white for snow camouflage.

"What's going on with the contact from the reconnaissance unit nearby?

Null asked the troop leader, Argus. I couldn't tell by the looks of it from afar.

Argus reports information from his men with a harsh look on his face.

"... you don't know at the moment. It seems certain that you are carrying something, but is that a supply against Rottgarten's troops or a weapon... whatever not to try to crack the contents..."

"Is blowing every one of those bad hands?

"I was wondering if there was more danger than I knew what was in it."

"Hmm... that's a pain in the ass..."

Null and Argus frown on each other at objects on the Ecclerian side like they've never seen before.

After all, neither of them was able to make a decision, so it seems they decided to consult with someone who might know what was inside. Null takes the radio.

"Dear Cortex, Right now, okay?

Then a few seconds later.

Gacha......

"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh?

Cortex, stuffed somewhat in his mouth, appears on the spot using the transfer demon prop "Door Anywhere (...)".

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Mm-hmm." Mm-hmm. "Ooh. I was just eating, so excuse me ~. So, how can I help you ~?

"... oh, Eccleria has brought up something I'm not sure about again.... thats it. I'd like to borrow your knowledge of Cortex."

"Oh, is that it ~? It's a gas tank or something like that."

"" Gas tank?

"It's something that keeps the air inside, the ingredients that make up the air, or other gases, etc. It can be a bomb in some cases ~... Well, what the hell did the Ecclerians bring ~? I can't say much about not looking inside, either."

and Cortex, which can only be seen as a gas tank from the outside. If it were also written on the exterior of the body of the vehicle, as in tank crawley, she might have found out, but naturally, such a representation does not exist...... It was in complete black box condition.

So null --,

"Do you want to blow it up?

—— and rambling suggestions, Cortex shakes his neck sideways with a harsh look on his face.

"It's better not to attack poorly than not knowing what's in it. I can't even imagine how much impact it would have on my surroundings if I had succeeded in manufacturing a giant demon conductor bomb when it attacked badly and exploded ~"

"So do you take it in?

"That's subtle too ~. If there are detonation circuits inside, they may be remotely detonated the moment they are received. I think it would be a good idea to wipe this place off to a safe place with metastatic magic."

"I see...... What are the possible risks in that case?

"If someone turns it off first, it can be tragic, so I think it would be a good idea to fly it somewhere we can say it's absolutely safe."

"... is there such a place?

"Is it about the universe ~?

and null and cortex each saying so and turning back. There's the transfer wizard Amber --,

".................. zzz" or so "... hehe?!

—— and asleep... Seems he hadn't heard the two of them. Well, I was just listening, it's magically difficult to transfer objects to specific coordinates of space.

"... I have no choice. Let's call your sister and let her go."

That's what I'm saying. Starting my own wireless communication system, Cortex trying to contact Waltz.

But she acted just a little too late. If only a few minutes earlier, nothing would have happened and Waltz must have evaporated the tank to finish it.

Gashu!!

Before Cortex contacted Waltz, yellow smoke started blowing out of the gas tank.