＜Infinite Dendrogram＞

Episode 41: Warped Hope, Shining Despair

□ ■ 19 XXyears ago

One man in the underground shelter was silently facing the drawings.

The man plugged into old age was... formerly known as the Celebrity Flagman.

A man who has been revered and awed as the pinnacle of engineers throughout the continent in an era later called civilization of earlier periods.

That's how he was, now he was just pulling the weapon drawings alone so he could lurk his breath in an underground shelter.

Since the invasion of the “incarnation” he has been making only weapons.

Stand in an underground shelter specializing in concealment, not to be found in “incarnations," mouthing only preserved food and water devised by yourself.

So, there was no day, no night, just continued research.

It is biased, to destroy the incarnation.

I've already used up all of the technology from the time civilization first existed.

By now it would be a secret plant, with automatic development from the basic design he had written up.

But he didn't think that was enough.

You can't beat those Infinite Class bucket things if you don't throw in a newer, technology you didn't already have. That's what he knew more than anyone (...).

Therefore, he thinks only of weapons all the time.

But... I could see the flaws in his eyes.

That's from a failure the other day.

The autonomous semi-biological weapon [Edelbartha] created as a weapon against the incarnation of the beast fell under the influence of the incarnation's ability to transform itself.

That made it necessary to seal [Edelbartha] and, at the same time, a fundamental rethinking of future weapon designs.

In that task he himself becomes aware of his fatigue.

Or the chill of whether everything will continue to be in jail makes his hands tremble.

Is that fear or madness?

Decades of just continuing to devise weapons on my own.

It's not strange that a regular person would be mad,... or had already stepped into the realm of madmen.

"… a little change of mood"

But such a flagman accidentally tried to change his mood.

It's not even been decades.

That's how he decided to try to design the fuselage as he once thought of himself.

Not just weapons. At that time...... I just wanted to be free to invent, like when I had his friends and companions.

"This is..."

Such a fold, I found something from inside the warehouse.

It's the frame of a brilliant horse that's about to be made.

Flagman with excellent memory immediately remembered why he was about to make it.

"Oh, that's frame number one of Thundering."

Once, when I tried to create a brilliant jade horse that was mainly the use of lightning, at first I was trying to create it in this frame.

However, during the production process, it was found that this frame material could not fully perform its functions, and it was re-created with the second frame of another material. You have reached completion in the name of the Golden Thunder.

"... why don't you assemble this guy"

Keep the basic frame intact, change the function to be mounted, and complete it.

Just as Flagman thinks, be free.

That's how he started working as much as he could think of.

"This material makes the wind… No, if it stays the same, it will be" The Great Storm of Emerald ""

"Then change your approach round...... do you want to try this principle?

"Hmm, only the torso is made. Others have newer gimmicks than trampling existing parts."

"Oh, this is funny. But I don't have horseback riding or riding, so I can't try it."

During that task he looked the same as he once did.

I was just happy to be able to shape my skills, like a child.

"All right, it's done. But… what should be your first name?"

The moon passed, and one day before dawn, he completed one brilliant jade horse.

However, the name that defines the way the fuselage is to be found cannot be determined.

Once a brilliant jade horse capable of wind was given the strong name "Great Storm".

But I'm not willing to give the same name to anything that performs differently, and I can't even come up with a good name.

"... do you even breathe outside air? You come too."

That morning, Fragman took a brilliant jade horse and, for the first time in a while, went out of the shelter.

Natural environments such as atmospheric components were a viable condition for a person, but there was nothing in the scenery that he produced.

Just nature.

There's nothing civilized about it.

The civilization, shaped with his intelligence as a help, was no longer without traces.

…………

There, what did the genius think?

I was just looking out at the landscape.

"... hmm?

At that time, I felt the wind blowing through his side.

A wind blowing from the west (Zephyrus) is heading east.

If he followed the unseen wind's whereabouts with his eyes, there was just... the dawn.

"…" Wind ""

At that time, the word floats behind his brain like a revelation.

"This airframe is the wind."

I don't need a big word.

I don't need a strong name.

"Just as it is, the wind blows through to the new dawn"

A different airframe than previous design ideas.

A new world without civilization that spreads in front of us.

Therefore, he makes a new form of naming.

The opposite of all the brilliant beasts he has ever created.

The name of the aircraft is…….

"[Silver Wind (Zephyrus Silver)]"

Flagman is satisfied with the name and strokes the face of the brilliant jade horse - [Silver Wind].

"[Silver Wind]. I'm not giving you any mission."

Flagman speaks slowly to the last brilliant jade horse created by himself.

"You must be the only free man I've ever created."

It is not a weapon that kills the many “incarnations” that have been created.

It's just a form of his free thought, created because he wants to.

"One day, when you get the Lord... you just stay, run the world"

That's how Fragman said this in the wind-blowing nature, pointing to the dawn.

"You are free to walk in the wind with your Lord"

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- Then, more than 1900 years later.

- the words of the Creator, the artificial intelligence mounted on silver was reminiscent

- And I think

- Walk freely in the wind

- Now is the time.

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□ [Brilliant Cavalry] Ray Sterling

We didn't understand what happened at that moment.

"... Huh?

'... what happened?

We did clash with the whale at supersonic speed after the moment, and it was supposed to be a piece of wood dust.

But that's not happening now.

We were stationary directly below the whale (...).

No acceleration until then, no armor in front of us, no collisions that could have occurred, nothing.

I have no idea why that is happening.

But there's only one thing I can tell.

- It's the only time.

"Nemesiewis!!"

"Respond!!"

Nemesis responds to my voice and instantly turns that figure into a great sword.

I slap a black blade on the armor of a whale over my head.

"-" Vengeance is on me (-is-mine) "!!"

Every laser I take from him, whatever [Black Wrap] sucks or burns my body, punches all the damage together and punches it back with a double return.

"- Lower Armor, Disappear"

That blow won't bring the whale down.

But the belly armor disappears, as if it were a fish block toy, and the whale exposes its gut - the mechanical clogged engine section.

We don't know at that point which is the engine that repairs the helmet crab and each other.

But...

"... I see you!!"

When his armor started to repair, there was one engine that started to glow.

The institution that began to move at the same time as the restoration, then there is one identity.

Therefore, aim only at that one point.

"- Monochrome Voom!!"

Answer my scream, the [black wrap] that was wrapped around the silver moves.

The black coat turns the curly tip from silver to my left arm.

In this way, the fabric is rounded to form a cylindrical shape - producing wings from both sides of it that were once produced by [Black Sky Death].

Now my left arm is a winged, pitch-black cannon.

Or maybe that was the result of adjusting when I was losing my left arm.

And because of its shape, I could immediately understand what to do even with the first use.

"Oooh!!"

Point the cannon in your left arm toward the overhead whale.

Immediately after, I feel a huge concentration of energy in the cannon on my left arm.

That's all the light that [Black Wrap] has ever scratched.

The task of condensing it, compressing it and turning it into a devastating light scattered with immense power.

A little sunshine is born inside my left arm cannon.

In addition, the excess glow also makes the [black wrap] glow white and dazzling.

"Ray! There's a piece down there too!!"

If you move your gaze to the ground with the voice of Nemesis, there are several pale tracks running on the helical crab, tearing its body apart.

In advance, he said, "When I take down the whale, I see a strong light."

Then that must have been timed and done by Azrite at this time now.

Now we can bury two pairs of giant weapons together.

"- Right swivel, laser aiming"

The whale begins to overthrow its hull with its belly armor torn.

I guess you're going to catch me in the lower blind spot with a side laser cannon and pin me down.

But it's too late.

…………

Just before I unleashed my last blow, I remembered my conversation with Dr. Mario last night.

Prior periods civilization fought with prior periods civilization, defeated, and perished.

This whale is a machine left behind by civilization from earlier periods.

Not only this guy, but that helmet crab, and all the machines that sleep in < ruins > must have been hopeful.

Perhaps it was the very hope entrusted to future generations by someone from earlier civilizations who perished in the war against earlier civilizations.

Or maybe it was a form of hope that the producer really wanted to accomplish.

If you were a weapon, you would have fought your enemies and defended people.

But now this is a distorted hope.

They are trying to destroy the children of the people they were supposed to protect.

I can't tolerate that.

So I unleash this skill.

"Shining -"

Oh, come to think of it...... this is an ironic name at all.

"-Dispereaaaaaaaa!!"

It burns out distorted hopes, “Shining Despair."

Shine like the sun shot from inside the cannon.

A pillar of light that was once unleashed on the earth and nearly burned down the village of Torne now heads to heaven in reverse.