The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Angelica Sacramenta was at the meeting that day.

"It's a rate of depletion of supplies, but fortunately it fits within 10%. If you attack the enemy city of Mittal, you may be able to recover the amount of damage."

Epitaph Palazzo spoke.

Ange looks at this muddled and ridiculous meeting of political dramas with a cold eye.

The Royal Siyarta Army, led by Yuri Howe, has clearly withdrawn strategically.

Looking at the state of the villages so far, it is clear that they were not in a hurry to evacuate the impending war.

There is nothing gold in the private house, and more importantly, the house is not rough.

Not at all like in the time of the kingdom of Kirchna.

I don't feel like I'm in a hurry to get rid of the house.

I was just going on a trip for a little while, and it seemed that the house was sometimes even cleaned when I did poorly.

Food remains every once in a while, but only marginally, with no amount left to feed hundreds of people.

That means Yuri Howe is going to draw the Crusaders deep into the interior.

I don't know where you're assuming to be on the main battlefield, but from villages and cities until you get there, supplies that will please this one will be pulled away.

You're right.

It was Kweltz Wellingen who said so.

He is the nephew of Revek II, King of the Kingdom of Frusha.

It's not like you don't think it's weird on the inside, but I followed the epitaph.

If I can, I guess I mean it that I don't want to disagree with the papal realm.

The papal realm has a diplomatic trump card called Bankruptcy, which, although rarely exercised against the exchangers of other countries, has never been somewhat terrifying and offensive.

In the past, a king named Hardy Samurikamri of the Kingdom of Peninsula was broken and eventually beheaded.

The Lombardus family, who were emperors of the Carruggignon Empire, was also broken down from generation to generation, finally interrupted.

Sometimes, however, there was nothing wrong with being broken.

Johansem Hatran of Galilee Yanin and others have fought well, albeit broken, to establish the Galilee Union (Union) independently.

He remained broken for life, but kept sitting dignified in the chair of the chief of the coalition, baptizing his son and dying normally.

The resentment of priests is generally assumed to be shady and deep-rooted, so I guess it's true that I don't want to buy epitaph resentment.

"What about Mr. Euphos Federation's ship? Isn't it hard?"

That's what I said, Fritz Ronnie of the Galilee Coalition.

The Galilee Union is a nation that has flourished by the Crusaders.

With its own diplomatic channels with the Qur 'an Dragon Empire, it has freely passed through the Strait of Krulus, making profits through the flow of people in crusade relations, the flow of things.

But that was when we were dealing with the landlocked long-eared countries, and when the landlocked countries were calmed and the stage of battle moved west, the role was replaced by the Euphos Confederation, which had a large navy.

Now as a trading country, I have a feeling of apoptosis, and I rather stand as an agricultural country.

Yesterday, in an attack on a ship that coincided with a position raid, 70% of the ships burned were merchant ships of the Euphos Confederation.

"Oh, my God, you're less than 10% of our fleet."

It was Lieutenant General Maurengamp of the Euphos Confederation who brought the earlier Epitaph remarks to the fore.

The name Johansen Maurengamp, a fine superior nobleman, prefers to be called Lieutenant General Maurengamp in person.

The Euphos Confederation, the newest of the nations marching on the Crusades, laid a new military junta at the time of its founding, separating the height of the title from its sequence in the army.

I have seen him face to face many times on social occasions in the Euphos Confederation, and I cannot say the most intimate of all in this setting.

"The owners of the ship, Funashi, have insurance on the ship, so you will be reluctant to carry it. Your Highness Angelica, do you have any secrets?"

Lieutenant General Maurengamp has suddenly swung the subject to Ange.

Even if they say that, I'm in trouble.

"Come on... whatever"

I don't know what I'm mistaken about, but it's not something whose name springs up like a fountain.

"Shouldn't we deploy the example mortar to the ship as well?

said Epitaph Palazzo.

"No, as I have said many times, that was something I came up with in a conundrum measure… difficult as a direct means of interception. In fact, not a single one could be shot down in yesterday's position bombing."

Ange spent more than half of the money she received from Epitaph Palazzo on purchasing nets.

In addition, five mortars were purchased as a means of direct interception, wondering whether easy means were also needed to understand them.

It was just a mortar everywhere, and only thirty rounds of ammunition could be prepared.

Shotguns fired by mortars are usually used in the form of one side of the mouth laying on an empty metal container.

Otherwise, the range is really too short to use.

Each of the five units has a different mouth size, so I let them make a metal container that puts a shotgun in according to the mouth size, but there are only two blacksmiths in Altima.

Thirty shots were the limit for them to make in one effort, in addition to their maintenance work on departure, because they also forge Knights' weapons.

Those thirty shots, I've tried the test shots, even a forty-five degree diagonal shooting, have only about a hundred steps of flight distance.

As I knew from the beginning, it was somewhat pungent and powerful, and I felt that if I could raise the altitude, it wouldn't be easily counteracted.

It's just that nobody can tell at what altitude the drop of a flame bottle is going to be, because it was an attack that was only carried out a few times in the last Crusades.

It may be an attack of a nature that cannot be targeted unless the altitude is reduced considerably, and it cannot be determined whether it is usable or not.

The result was a seven-day interception, which ended with great success, when Alfred's army was accompanied by a squad at the mouth of Epitaph.

Thanks to this, Ange was flattered from all sides, but in the end, he was immediately countered.

"After all, mortars don't have enough shell lengths and only work for low-altitude bombings. I was wondering if it would be much better to turn the old cannon over to the ship and let it fire into the sky."

"With a bigger cannon?

Lt. Gen. Maurengamp said.

"Unfortunately, it will not lead to a fundamental solution. Even if the range grows and you can kill the eagle, if you take it slow, you won't be able to target it in time. Besides, where such an expensive cannon was specially made and put on board the ship… for example, if it was a crow flying over a slaughterhouse and a bottle was thrown down, there would be nothing you could do. I wonder if a gunship built with a lot of money would be burned in exchange for a few birds"

"Hmm...... well, then I can't help it. Don't let them put up nets, even if they're just moored."

The sailors won't like having a net on the ship.

Unlike on the luggage, on the deck is where the sailors always go, and even if it is to be installed with some float, the equipment is likely to interfere with sail operations.

But we just have to let it.

"The netizens were making money."

As Ange joked, Lieutenant General Maurengamp laughed, leaking his voice "Ha ha".

The meeting was filled with calm laughter and somewhat soothing atmosphere.

"By the way, what's going on with the example flame bottle?"

It was Alfred, the brother king, who made that statement.

Maybe I didn't like that Ange was at the center of the conversation.

The head of this crusade is not Alfred, but Epitaph Palazzo.

For this reason, Alfred is only treated like one of the generals in line.

However, it was treated differently because it was pulled out alongside the Crusaders based on the number of troops deployed.

"Oh, that's right, but you can have what you've captured in each country. If there's a country that wasn't thrown down, I'll give you one."

Since the flame bottles were thrown on an equal footing at national positions, they were not collected and held by any country except for what was recovered by the net and remained seized by each country.

But Ange knows that the papal realm seized and hid it before yesterday.

Yesterday, if the net had not captured large quantities, Epitaph would have hidden the facts of the capture and hidden valuable bottles.

"Really? Do you have any idea what method it was made of?

"It's not on, but if you conquer them, you'll see for yourself. It also smells different from alcohol, so it could be something that springs up like a mineral spring"

"How do they ignite in the air?

That, Ange was just wondering, too.

"Let's demonstrate"

Epitaph stood one of the flame bottles on his desk.

The flame bottles are not all ignited, and part is thrown down with a plug in cork.

Epitaph unplugged the flame bottle of cork without cork and put a cloth inside.

The liquid inside stains up.

From here on out, how do you light it?

Speaking of on the eagle, you should get more wind than on a horse walking on a hike.

Or how does Epitaph know how to do that?

Epitaph covered some apparatus from the top of its cloth so that it could be worn on the mouth of the flame bottle.

Thanks, it looks like a specialized tool that can be worn on the mouth of a bottle for good things.

It was a cylindrical tool that I could grip in my hand.

When Epitaph pushed it from the top, a large number of sparks scattered, even from a little distance, and the cloth ignited in an instant.

"A stone and iron sleigh is planted inside, and pressing it from the top generates a massive spark. It works just like a flintlock cannon."

Epitaph, saying so, pulled out the cloth burning from the bottle with fire buckwheat, dropped it to the ground and stepped it out.

I wonder why you have such tools.

It is decided. During a successful interception seven days ago, he recovered it from the long-eared body of an eagle rider.

I knew I had recovered the bottle from the bottom of the river, but I didn't know I even got an ignition device.

"That sounds hard to interfere with."

Alfred said.

Long ear haters who strayed from the regular track of epitaph will be known to everyone here.

They're creative, too. There was an air that I couldn't say.

"Nevertheless, this bottle is definitely a precious product for both demons. If you are inexhaustible, you should be using it more, but you are not doing it..."

Epitaph's claim is not so wrong.

There may be reasons to attract them to the interior, but if they can be manufactured at a cost of about one shot of artillery, they should be dropping them more often.

That's what we can't do as this one if they bomb us every half day to make the entire position a sea of fire.

In fact, if it was something that could be sourced with a degree of ease to draw water in a hot spring, it would have done so.

There is no need to take the trouble of evacuating residents and attracting them to the interior.

That is not the case, so the presumption is made that it is a valuable strategic resource for the other party as well.

"Either way, all we have to do is settle early and eradicate one party of Yuri Howe. And to do that, we're putting our own nets on supplies properly."

Until now, as the Crusaders proceed with their troops while plundering from the assembly point, the National Army, which hates the plundering of the territory, cuts its numbness and challenges them to meet. The flow was the norm.

The supply line has been unexpectedly stretched before the meeting, as this time it has been handled that does not apply to that typology.

This time, however, there was still room for supplies, especially because of the heavy support of the papal territory.

If we could easily attack relatively large cities like Mittal, Kotsuraha, we wouldn't even dawn on the king's capital Shibjak.

As long as we can win the showdown, that's the end of the long-eared country.

Given its usefulness, many would consider using that giant eagle as a weapon if there were to be a period of war after the extinction of the long-eared nation.

Ange was one of them.

So I do not think it would be senseless to have measures worked out here and now, but for now it was true that the problems we are facing will be solved if we win the meeting.

"This one, let's make a quick march until they come out numbing and challenging the showdown. That is the decision of the Commander-in-Chief. Please understand."

Epitaph concluded his remarks by saying so.

"Well, if there doesn't seem to be any reports, I'd like to end the meeting now -"

At that time, there was a bursting ear of gunpowder from outside the tent.

It was the sound of a mortar firing.

As Ange rushed out of the tent, she began to hear gunfire uninterrupted.

The eagle is coming. and Ange quickly decided.

Yesterday today, why.

Already, the firehand is up.

Like the generals who were at the meeting, Ange ran out immediately.

You have to supervise your own Knights.

"Gustave! We're back in formation!

"Ha!"

Gustave, who was waiting outside for protection. Tell the other knights to keep running without loosening their legs.

The sky was also watching, avoiding the soldiers crossing the ground.

Compared to yesterday, not so many eagles are dancing in the sky.

"Dear Ange! This one is faster!

The smell of smoke began to drift as I followed Gustave's guidance.

Gustave is probably choosing a path to avoid while thinking about where he's on fire from the smoke.

After about five minutes of running, Ange saw.

A plummeting eagle threw something down, and it fell on the net of the kingdom of Frusha.

It's not the same quality as a bottle. It sinks deep as it falls on a thoughtful net.

The columns of the four sides fixing the net are tailored more like plates than sticks by Ange's proposal.

It can absorb shocks by flexing.

What was thrown, when it hit the net, made the pillars fierce and floated in the air once in recoil.

And he came back on the net again.

When I finally saw the calm drop - it was a barrel.

It's not a big barrel, it's a small barrel to the point where a drunk middle class can hold it with one hand, like the one used to store distilled liquor at home.

I had a bad feeling, and Ange stepped two or three steps back from the pile of supplies.

"Dear Ange!

Almost at the same time Gustave took refuge, the barrel burst from the inside.

Paggy! A strange noise rang like that, breaking and flying as the timber in each part blew up the iron frame.

Ange watched it over Gustave's sheltered shoulder.

At the same time that the barrel can be played, a giant fireball appears on the net, and I wonder if it has swelled, splashing around.

Many times as much liquid as a flame bottle scattered around as it burned.

"Gustave! Are you okay!

Ange said that in a hurry.

The scattered fire was also sprinkled on Gustave. If you hadn't sheltered me, Ange would have been harmed.

"It's okay, sir."

Gustave, without panic, removed the collar clasp, removed the cape and threw it off the cheap stuff to the ground.

"Better yet, evacuate."

"Oh yeah......"

Guided by Gustave, Ange watched the supplies of the kingdom of Frussia burning by fire.

The fire, which has spread beyond the net, has partly also reached the tent and is about to burn.

"Why..."

Why didn't you use it yesterday?

I knew the answer.

This will explode from the inside.

If there were no net, then the barrel would have crashed into the ground and cracked, and then the powder inside would have burst.

I can't have the same effect I've seen right now.

In other words, it is a weapon that reverses the fact that the destruction of a container is prevented by a net.

"Ha, it was yesterday today. You're so enthusiastic..."

A grin spilled over where it sprang from.

In yesterday's phase, Yuri Howe was unaware of the existence of the net.

That's for sure. If you knew, you couldn't have carried out an operation where the bottle would have been seized in large quantities.

That would mean that, based on yesterday's failures, we made this yesterday within today and we have now thrown it down.

It's about 3pm now.

There's nothing else to be scared of.

"Dear Ange, This place threatens to be engulfed in fire. It's dangerous."

"I know."

Ange started running for a small run again.

"You're an amazing guy..."

On its chest, there was an emotion swirling close to admiration.

After that, he felt a faint sense of anxiety in the enemy land where he would be throwing himself with 120,000 crusaders.