Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

We also lurked in the square when we heard from the balcony of Imperial Castle that we were going to stick out in the square that there was a proclamation for the people.

The soldiers of the Imperial Army of the Fist Nun are assembled in front of the Imperial Castle and laid with strict restraint. For this minute, I think I can go if I raid from behind the Imperial Castle, but Herman told me I had a bad feeling about it, and I was supposed to make sure that the Fist King's speech started.

"Hellman, what's a bad feeling? As a matter of fact, the enemy has found out about the rescue operation, and this fist emperor's touch is a trap in itself, or so."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about, but I'm a knight."

Yeah, well, I don't even know.

I can't help but suspect that there might be some unexpected happenings in Teito where we can break into the square and meet the next day conveniently.

"All right. Believe in Hellman's account. That kind of prudence may have kept you so far alive."

"I'm afraid."

If nothing happens, we'll have enough time to decide on an operation.

In the square, wearing Mohican helmets, the executives of the Imperial Army of Fist Men said, "Dyson! Dyson!" he said alongside his voice playing Dyson Call.

I guess I do what I used to do when I was a fistfighter star player.

Eventually, Dyson Cole spreads to the people as well.

"Dyson! Dyson!

Oracle's doing it in Norinoli, so it's strange that you're surprised but not doing it when you think about it.

I lifted my fist, too, and tried dyson calling with a nori.

And as we anticipated its exuberance, a giant, half-naked man appears wrapped in a shellfish purple cape, a testament to the emperor.

The crowd in the square heated up when the fist man, Emperor Dyson, just flipped his cape and appeared on the balcony. It's like we're about to start a fist fight right now.

"Oh, I knew it wouldn't work"

"What's up, Hellman?"

"Standing next to the Fist King is Her Royal Highness Elizabeth, the Crown Granddaughter. We can't rescue you there."

Poor toddler stands next to Dyson, the giant fistman emperor who reminds me of the moon wheel bear.

The granddaughter Elizabeth, only an eight-year-old. The blonde, blue-blooded to the waist of her small body, is dressed in a pure white dress with a luxurious knitting pattern, but she is too small and childish.

I know perfectly well because I look in my binoculars, but the young face of the Crown Princess is blue, stiff and tense. I'm not a child's face, like I'm still enjoying the grief of crying. If you look closely, there is a line of heavily armed infantry with spears behind the crown granddaughter, threatened to stand.

I know it's normal for royalty and royalty to be used as a tool for politics, but I still felt very bad when I thought that only one eight-year-old was surrounded by enemy adults and exposed to them.

"You still got Hellman in the wrong place. I'm glad you're being careful."

If we defeated Emperor Castle without thought, the Old Emperor would almost be unable to rescue his granddaughter, even if he could rescue her.

There's only one chance, once you fail, security will be tighter this time.

The old emperor wanted to help him because he also owes him the 'armor of the Orihalcon', but if he sees the face of a child who is thus surrounded by soldiers to make his face strong, he wants to help his granddaughter as well.

Well, even if the security is tight, I might be able to help one child, but I want to save him safely.

I speak to Herman, who is telling members of the Resistance to stop the operation.

"Hellman, you withdraw, too. I'm on my own, I'll try to target the assassination of the Fist King."

"Yup... no, not even Master Gunner"

If only the Fist King were defeated, the chain of command would be confused, and it should be easier to help out.

No, that reasoning was behind me, and I saw Dyson do it, and I thought it was unforgivable.

"You don't think I can do that? But it would be worth a try. Just try and snipe from afar, if you can't, I'll retreat too."

"I hope you don't go after him deeply, but if you are going to fight the Fist King directly, you will be in danger."

I thought you'd be clear, but Hellman is not the kind of man to say rubbing. Seriously, I'm advising you.

I snort that I get it too.

Even after the Resistance pulls back, I look for a position where I can snipe from afar.

In the building across the street from the square, I decided to pay you to let me in. In an effort to see the Fist King's speech from the heights, it seems that the fondness is climbing, so I was able to climb up to the roof dispersed by it.

"Well."

The audience has only been quiet for a long time, and the speech by fist man Emperor Dyson continues.

For its rough monstrous flesh and tough big face, his voice was a cool voice on the street.

But as I look across the scope at the fierce side of his King Jen's wrath, I feel frightened by his voice.

Clearly cheetoclass. The strength of this guy being strong, hidden in his quiet voice, is transmitted to the bin. On the contrary, do you mean that I've also become accustomed to seeing all sorts of strong men in this world to the extent that I can see that?

"… the three kingdoms of the east have sent a messenger of friendship to our army, both the Kingdom of Roland and the Union of Britannians and you are negotiating a ceasefire agreement. The Imperial aristocrats, who repeated their careless resistance, were weak dignitaries, pushed back without even putting them before our fists. No, there is nothing in this country that holds back the hegemony of our new Germanian Empire..."

I'll put a scope on it for a long distance. I'm worried you haven't been able to adjust the grouping at all, but you'll have a chance to shoot a few shots.

Even if you remove the first bullet, you can adjust it while shooting.

Plus, magic guns (rifles) that combine bow magic are highly accurate.

It can be said that it is more suitable for sniping because it is less affected by the wind than the rifle of the original world.

"And then there's my arm."

When I look at Fist Emperor Dyson in scope, I think he's even big from this distance. It's a good thing the target is big.

Dyson is more than 50 centimeters tall. I've never seen a man more gigantic than Hellman, I do think this would be strong.

The first thing that surprises me when I look at Dyson is the decadence of the neck muscles.

I still know that my hands and feet are as big as Marutai's, and I also know that the figure is smudged with chemicals and is big. But I wonder what kind of workout those thick neck muscles will come with.

It feels like it reinforces human physical weaknesses with untrained muscles.

"Besides, he's an emperor, but he's naked, and he's got training pants and everything."

Perhaps the folks and soldiers who are drinking downstairs will be delighted.

You call yourself the emperor of fist slaves, that would make a common-law appeal.

An unscrupulous outfit in which she is wearing a shellfish purple cape, even though she is a naked, workout pant, with a gobbly head of brown hair that she wants to be pruned up beautifully, on a crown of gizzards picturing the sun, a testament to Emperor Germania.

Yet it suits you. It's because of the style of the wind and storm.

"The old Imperial Army, inferior to dogs like those who lose to the Kingdom of Silesier, will be defeated and our strongest new Germanian army will bring a new order to this Eurasian continent. Only then will the people of Germania regain the confidence and pride they have lost and shine in the glory of victory!

I snap when I hear Dyson speak.

"No, I say so, but the Imperial Army was strong."

With Dr. Lyle's scheming full spin, this one was critical as well as he managed to win.

It's what the little villain who just took the Empire will say while Fried is away.

"After receiving Zen concessions from his predecessor, Conrad, he was to marry Elizabeth, the granddaughter of Conrad, this time. Now the rest is also the rightful successor to the Germanian Empire."

Are you serious about marrying an eight-year-old girl or something? You think such a giant big man would marry such a little girl?

It's a cruel story to hear, but I don't know what it's like to be a folk who's speaking out for approval.

Well, even when it comes to marriage, I don't think you're really going to get your hands on it.

It's a tentative story about gaining legitimacy in governance, isn't it?

"Don't look at me..."

I don't know, over the scope of the magic gun (rifle), too, my eyes are pointing this way thinking of the fierce carnivore of fistman Emperor Dyson. Put your fist over here, I even feel like you're talking to me.

I think I'll shoot you soon, but there's not much clearance.

No, it wouldn't have anything to do with gaps or anything. It's a long-range sniper, just be careful not to hit the Crown Princess and shoot her in the head and you're done.

I shook off a bad feeling and a feeling of fear and pulled the trigger as I raised my temper screams.

"Dyson, die dreaming of a slave becoming an emperor!

Make a bash noise and the bullet flies straight to Dyson's big face.

But incredibly, a fist in Dyson's Orihalcon armor played a bullet.

You detected an attack, or a sniper from this distance.

You must have happened to get it.

I shot another bullet, but now I'm avoiding the bullet that flew to get sucked into the position where my head was.

Not yet, I got six more shots. Now, I've tried as many shots as I wanted, but it's all been bounced off with a punch by 'Orihalcon's Armor'. This is no longer a level that I accidentally avoided or played.

Shit, are you out of ammo......

As I try to refill the magazine, Dyson's voice sounds this way.

"O you who are hostile to us, it is good to come and kill the rest! The strongest will rule this Germanic Empire, and the strongest in the world will not escape or hide!

Wor and the cheer of the people. What's the strongest thing in the world, which fried are you? Emperor Germania is just like this.

But my sniping seems to have ended up just boosting Dyson's speech.

With the roar directed at this side of Dyson, you find that he was attacked at a distance, and the soldiers of the escort finally move out and come this way.

"You're out of time, operation failed..."

The sniper ends when the position is found out. Any deeper pursuit is dangerous.

I jumped off the ceiling of the building and ran away.

Think while you run. Was it a failure to see the power of a fighter cheat wrong?

For example, Seihei Uchiba, founder of Aikido, was surrounded by six people and received simultaneous intensive shooting by a pistol, but there is a legend that he threw down a sniper and fell out of the enclosure.

"Avoiding the light muscle, the bullet flew according to the muscle a moment late."

It's like a new type, but that's what a polished sensory world is. I'm in extreme combat too, and I've been through a few different senses of time, so it's not so much I don't know.

A cheat-level fighter who feels the killing of a sniper on his skin and can play or engage in shooting by magic or gunfire exists in real life.

For example, it is not impossible to have a fighter cheat where a magic gun (rifle) does not work.

It was a failure, but not in vain.

It makes sense that the power of the opponent was known before a full-scale battle. If simple sniping doesn't make sense, you can weave and beat other attacks.

"Look, Dyson, next time I'm gonna hold your breath."

I dressed myself in a black robe with a hidden effect, through the back alley, and scattered a chase of enemies.

Now you won't be caught if you escape into a Protestant church on the surface that is attached to the coup side and is treated specially.

But with an assassination by shooting, you fail. I just laughed bitterly that I didn't know which one was the villain.