Magic Robot Aluminare

Get treatment and wait for the fuselage to be serviced.

In the meantime, fill your belly and get fit with things like emergency food cookies and water.

Until just now, I was bleeding too much and I was a little cranky, but while I was resting, that was gone, too, and I was feeling well. Instead, it's too exciting and blood is going to erupt from the bandage-wrapped wound.

Mr. Eldo, I'm here to gather information.

Mr. Bunois is back in the tent I'm waiting for.

"Thank you. How'd it go?

"Two of the four planes are still in battle with our aircraft. One of the other two planes has occupied the town and stood. This town, which is supposed to be a supply road, has fallen, so I don't know if we're going to stand up and wait for backup, or if we're going to collect supplies and move ourselves, but it looks okay for a little while. An infantry unit with artillery is on its way."

Then I'm your last plane.

If you're stuck, you don't have to hurry. Bad for the townspeople, but a free-moving aircraft is more troublesome.

"Yeah, there's a fuselage going down the meadow to Fort Sole. The scouts are distracted, but they don't know how long they'll have it. The place is probably around here."

Mr. Bunois shows the place on the map he had. Thanks to the scouts, the velocity seems to be largely dropping, but they're probably going to rendezvous with the troops that invaded Sole's side. I need to beat you as fast as I can.

Nevertheless...

"I wonder what you're going to do with all this bulk. I don't think I can make a proper supply line."

"I agree with that. The way you sprinkle after dropping salsa is unusual. Well, if the sole had fallen with us, we might have been able to secure a supply line."

"With that said, what about Sole?

Salsa is quickly falling, but I don't hear any information about Sole falling.

"Sole's still holding up - it seems a little more dominant than that."

"Advantage? Two planes for six opponents?

"It looks like two of the patrol units are coming in for reinforcements and fighting on four planes. They're just being pinched, and every time they try to move, they're giving a little bit out and crushing the operation. Looks like we have a good commander."

I see, that means that one of those planes headed for Sole may be headed for reinforcements with information that the fort is falling difficult to navigate.

"Really? Then it seems better to ignore the sole itself and flip it instantly if you tap this one."

Maybe we don't have a troublesome aircraft like the red guy. If it's just a pure national aluminum, there aren't many airframes with special specifications.

And, the cloth at the entrance to the tent was raised, and Mr. O'Rail turned up.

"Eldo! The maintenance is over. Shh!

"Okay! I'm on my way!

Stand up from your chair and slap your cheeks flat.

"You're in the mood."

"Yeah, I'm not going to spread the damage any further."

"I'll come out as a scourge, too. Eldo, I support you."

"Regards"

It would be comforting if Mr. Bunois would follow his scourge. You have to deal with four of the worst planes, and you don't want to wander around looking for enemy planes in the meadows.

"Shall we go then?"

"Yes!"

Exit the tent, pass among the soldiers running around and head to the fuselage.

Mr. Bunois borrowed a horse that was ready to rest and left immediately.

When I approached the fuselage, Mr. Ritz stopped by.

"Eldo, are you sure you want to get out of here?

"Yeah, you're making the changes, like I asked you to, right?

"I did it once, but you're a mess to be honest. Are you sure you can fight with this?

"No problem"

He nods confidently and jumps to the cockpit.

Put a grated belt on the cockpit.

They have destroyed the front, so check the feel of the various levers and pedals. The lever is fine. I felt a little stiff about whether the pedal had been changed to something new.

When I checked the meter and activated the fuselage, Mr. O'Rail jumped into the fuselage and peeked into the cockpit from the front.

"Eldo, we did the repair according to the Lord's request, but Noon also did the repair quite unscrupulous. I don't know when the rattle will come. Minimize the load on the fuselage."

"I don't know why it's a fight, but I'll do my best."

"That's fine. I'll let you know what the changes are."

Proposed refurbishment of the fuselage I asked for. Mr. O'Rail finished it beautifully in just an hour or so.

First, remove all the broken monitors on the front to ensure vision, and ensure a vision of about seventy degrees. In addition, the three surviving monitors were re-installed on the side of the left hand lever, where they were allowed to display the aircraft status of the Almunale.

The sensitivity of the foot pedal and lever has also been adjusted for me, and it has also been matched with the manoeuvre operator (sense board) drawn by Mr. Karine.

"I know you'll notice, but I'll trade the pedals for spare parts. Be careful it gets a little stiff."

"Yes."

"Armed is a harmonica pistre with two swords. Magic has Carine setting the one for you."

"Windcutter, tornado, fire lance, magic shield, shock graveness."

"Goodbye."

These are the magic that I have set up when I use the fuselage. The two foundations and the firelance have been kept intact and the others have been changed to the wind system.

As a power, it falls in several stages, because the magic of a familiar pedigree is still easier to move with the judgment of times of need.

"Okay. It will start, so stay away."

"Don't die."

"Of course."

Make sure Mr. O'Rail jumps off the fuselage, and I'll activate the fuselage.

It's the same process manoeuvre as usual, but the lack of a monitor changes my mood a lot.

Feeling the outside air directly is in the mood of switching from car to bike.

"Never mind."

I remembered on the bike. Now this fuselage is blowing through the front. If you don't take care of the wind exactly, you won't be able to breathe while you're running.

I put on a pre-fetched goggle and cover my mouth with bandanas.

"Eldo, we're moving. Look around you!

The monitor is broken, so I can't check my foot well.

I had to draw the soldier's attention, so I cautioned him with a slightly stronger tone.

Then slowly move the fuselage and let it walk out of town.

I still have a much narrower vision. It's going to be a tough fight.

Yet the grin of my mouth didn't go away, and I whispered my little tongue under the bandana.

I rushed under the enemy plane, relying on the flare that Mr. Bunois sometimes raises.

For about an hour after I leave town, I discover the fuselage with the red flare.

Red line in green. An Imperial fuselage. At your feet, the Kingdom's scouts are attached and are magically harassing you.

And then an enemy plane noticed my approach stopped my leg and pulled out my sword. At the same time, the scouts move away from the Armunale.

"Shit, you fucked up already."

"Sorry, did I make you wait?

"I'm not waiting!

"Don't hang on!

Release the fire as you rush over. It was prevented as a matter of course, and their opponents flew Clarence.

I flaunt it with a slight tilt. You're so scared to flank a spear of dirt that flies out loud. After all, the intensity is separate from the footage through the monitor.

But that's funny, too.

"You're going to win with such a pompous machine!

"It's no problem if it's about you!

Approaching at once, pulling out the sword. My opponent also pulled out his sword, so I threw the sword I held at him.

The opponent is poked at the void, but plays it. But there's a gap.

I immediately release the harmonica pistol jointed behind my back and fire at my opponent's ankle.

This gun, as a power, is not yet powerful enough to penetrate the armor of the fuselage. However, it possesses sufficient force to destroy unarmed joints.

As proof of that, my unleashed bullet will destroy the inside engine as it strikes out the opponent's right knee.

The harmonica pistol that released the bullet has a mechanism for automatically shifting to the next magazine by means of a manoeuvre operator (sense board), which is gutted in the grip part, and a normal engine. Apparently the same mechanism of guns in my previous life was off on my own, and this world is more high-tech.

The opponent tries to balance the fuselage like he panicked when he didn't know what was happening to the sudden attack - but his joints are broken.

"What!

I can't support the weight of the fuselage and the broken joints break. As it was, the fuselage rolled over, causing the earthquake to rise.

When I rejointed the Harmonica Pistole to the back of my waist, I activated the magic of the Tornado while pulling out the other sword I had left.

Shortly afterwards, in panic, his opponent released a lockburst.

Rockburst is less powerful than Clarence, but it has a wide area of correspondence because it releases fine stones like a shotgun for that matter, and is not compatible with my airframe with thin armor.

But pebbles mean that the weight is light for that matter.

I can't fly Clarence with a tornado, but when I get approached because of my safety device, I can't activate it. Conversely, lockbursts can be activated even when approached comparatively because of their low power. So I activated the tornado when I read that this magic was coming.

Even a tornado is enough to change the trajectory if it's about pebbles.

The activated tornado blew all the pebble swarms approaching me up into the air.

Well, have you run out of measures?

"Todome!"

I stick out my last sword at an enemy aircraft desperately trying to wake up its fuselage.

The tip broke the front armor and pierced the cockpit with one blow.

Indicates that there is no light from the eyes of the enemy aircraft and that the manoeuvre operator (sense board) has been destroyed. But there's a precedent for that red guy.

I pull out my sword, but I don't solve it, and I carefully watch what happens to my opponent.

Enemy planes never collapsed.

"Okay, one plane first."

Surely if I destroy more than three hostile armunares in this world, will I be awarded a medal? Do you want to try it?

"I'll take care of this here! Mr. Bunois!"

"Yes, yes, that's a great move. Which way are you going next?

Mr. Bunois, who came to his feet, asks.

Three planes left. Two of the aircraft are fighting this fuselage, and one of them is in town. If you are still fighting, you may be struggling, and if this aircraft is destroyed, another town or village is likely to be in danger again.

I hate to think I'm gonna lose, but just in case. Never, I don't think about embezzling the handle or anything.

"If you're still in town, you can stay put. I'll go knock on two planes in the field just in case."

"Okay. I know where it is, so I'll take the lead."

"Please"

Following Mr. Bunois, proceed to the meadow. Mr. O'Rail told me to take care of the fuselage, so I would go a little slower than Mr. Bunois without using my full speed.

Running for a while, a blue signal bullet is emitted by Mr. Bunois, who was a small shadow on a sloppy hill. That's to inform allies on the other side of the hill, in the direction of the launch.

If so, there is an enemy aircraft ahead of it.

Mr. Bunois changes direction and goes down the hill. If we go any further, I guess we risk getting caught up in the fight.

I've been holding back. Increase the speed of the fuselage and run up the hill.

Ahead through the hills, two Armunales were meeting their swords.

"Backup!

"Help... is that okay?

Two pilots looked at my fuselage and raised their voices to each of them.

Well, I know you'll be worried. The cockpit is full, and I don't have my left arm. But...

"No problem!

Running down the hill at once, pull out your sword and approach the enemy aircraft.

Enemy planes try to solve the impasse, but allied planes forcefully devour them and don't let them go.

"Hold it right there!

"I'm going to!

"Let it!

The enemy plane kicks the foot of the ally plane and upsets the balance when it crouches out of its impending state. But allied planes just don't fall either. He waved his sword down at the enemy aircraft and sewed his shoulder to the ground.

"It's a nice fight!

"You bastard!

When the enemy aircraft kicks and pulls off an ally hanging from the top, it immediately purges the stitched left shoulder and tries to stand up. But when he saw me waving my sword up right next to him, he turned it into a rolling one.

It's quite a great reaction with the enemy. If I'd stood up like that, I would have definitely pierced the cockpit.

My sword, which lost its goal because of the roll, broke from the half because it pierced the ground as much as it wanted.

But you're not going to miss this chance.

This is the second Harmonica pistol I've shot today.

Immediately discard the broken sword, pull the harmonica pistole out of your hips and set your aim on the rolling enemy to pull the trigger.

Sparks scatter along with bagongs and cannon-like sounds, and the spewed bullets head straight to the enemy aircraft.

And I pierced the cockpit in the middle of a roll from my back side. Even if the front armor can't be pierced, the hatch side can be pierced enough.

You're in the middle of something.

Unlike actually shooting, the Armunale shooting, which has a lock-on system, on top of being very precise, has less recoil. Rather than say, it forcefully suppresses recoil.

That's why they fly well to where they're after. I can't thank everyone at the lab for putting up the technology so far in just one year.

The fuselage, struck out of the cockpit, stopped after rolling several degrees down the ground with inertia.

Just in case, grab a sword and approach to see how the cockpit looks.

It's the front armor that hasn't been pierced, but it's a mess inside. There is not even a person's original form left. Well, it's like taking a direct hit from a cannon, naturally.

With that said, you could be a murderer. I've already killed two people in the last few hours, and yet there's no regret or joy. Well, maybe it's because it's murder over the fuselage, but I guess this means Battis is used to it.

"Are you okay there?

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with the fuselage. Did you do that?

"Yeah, I killed the pilot. I will continue to cover other aircraft, so can I ask you to retrieve the enemy aircraft?

"This way, please. I don't have much concentrated magic liquid left."

Oh, that's why you didn't use magic. Well, if you fight for hours, you won't feel comfortable with fuel either.

"Well, thank you. Mr. Bunois!"

"Yes, yes, you're an excellent scout, Bunois. I got new information because I met another squad scout. The other plane competes with an ally plane. Both pilots are dead, and now the recovery unit is on its way."

"Has Lotte been hit..."

"Did you know him?

"Synchronization. Shit!"

The sound of slamming the gun lever echoed the meadow.

I've never had a buddy die, but if it was a war, I'd say so. Fort Sole is talking about the defense and patrol troops struggling, but I hope Batis and Leon are safe.

"Anyway, if the threat of being in the field is gone, I'm headed towards eliminating the Armunale that is occupying the town"

"Right. It'll take an hour and a half from here, so considering the fatigue of the horse, it's probably faster just to go with the Armunale, so I'll get some information on Fort Sole. Once you've got a piece on it, come back to the palast and check for fuel and armed refills and internal issues. When you find the scouts along the way, don't forget to gather information."

"Okay."

Mr. Bunois rushes out again with his horse.

"Then I'll go myself."

"You're not going to die, either! Armunale pilots must not die."

"Of course it is. I'm not satisfied yet."

I've never steered this long, but that's why I find it extra fun.

Instead of just maneuvering the moving fuselage on the screen, and moving the wheeled machine, I'm now on a bipedal robot.

I can do more fun things like this in the future, and I'm not even going to die here.

Even this seemingly dilapidated airframe perfectly performs what I want. Then I'll answer that with my arms.

Instead of a broken sword, I will borrow a sword from an enemy aircraft that has not yet been used. Finally, the allied plane said he hadn't shot a single Harmonica pistole, so he had the magazine replaced. I can only hit six shots in all, and it's comforting that I was able to refill two shots.

Harmonica pistoles still seem to be difficult to use for people who rarely have guns.

"We're setting up a temporary headquarters in Palast, so I'll see you there"

"Oh, sure."

Following the drop-off of an allied plane, I drove my fuselage towards a town occupied by the Enemy Armunale.