Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de - 401 Apparently no addition or subtraction.

It was in the chariot of Lianya’s ride, which became somewhat soothing, with a single word that neither Emil’s joke nor his seriousness, but the situation outside has not improved as one.

As always, situations like the appearance of swarmed tentacles persist in the flock of tanks trying to break through the falling marutai.

What you can hear from the outside is the sound of the downpoured Marutai hitting the earth and tanks and the resulting damaged and no longer able to run tanks slipping or destroyed and exploded.

And you can hear it mixed with the sound of tentacles crushing your tank tracks, all the screams of the unfortunate soldiers.

While enduring them that make you want to cover your ears, Lianya looks for a way to open them.

Regardless of who we are as it is, the damage that the other soldiers would suffer should go up to a considerable amount, and Lianya thinks it would be a lot of talk to end up as food for an unidentified tentacle here, even though she said she survived defeating the Demon King at the corner.

“No cold air, what about heat?

“It’s the difference between being frozen or being steamed! I didn’t have time to heat treat it, and I didn’t have that kind of material.”

“You’re unexpectedly unavailable. This!

“Praise me for having this many in that short period of time. Wouldn’t you stop!?

Convinced that too, Lianya shakes her head violently.

Because of the thought of stopping there, Lianya asked Emil again, wondering if there was any other way she could crack this situation.

“What about the air-conditioners? To what extent does the airtightness of a condition that does not take in the outside air remain?

“That’s just it! If there’s a gap or something poorly, the dust and smoke will fill the car and it’ll be terrible. Hey… what are you willing to do, Lenya?

Regardless of the situation, Emil, who somewhere proudly gave such an explanation, had a bad feeling that Lianya would look like she was convinced of something when she heard it.

But without responding to such an emil, Lianya gives instructions to Cloire.

“Cloir, signal bullet”

“Yes! What’s in it?”

“Shut off the air conditioning from all car stops and air tight. Dragon cavalry retreat to the sky. Hurry up.”

“Ha! Er, what color was the airtight instruction…”

From the cloire, which rushes to start operating the operating board in front of him, Lianya turns her gaze toward Scion in the cockpit.

Did you predict that beforehand, Scion took his hand off the joystick, took his foot off the accelerator pedal and stepped on the brake, suddenly stopping the tank?

“Theon, Frau, either. It’s going to work for them…”

“It’s a penetrating poison, isn’t it? Whether it’s breathing or not is subtle, but I don’t think it works at all.”

“Whatever. He can be used in magic.”

“I exercise it so the master wants me to take charge of the magic. Specifically, I need your help.”

Lianya instantly holds the hand that Theon has extended from the cockpit.

At the same time that a softening sensation could be felt in his palms, the sensation of magic being pulled out of his body struck Lotus Ya, and Lotus Ya glanced at that sensation, which also resembled weakness.

“It’s a little hard to choose. Because if it’s the type that works for inorganic objects, it’s more likely that tanks won’t hold… biologically follow him.”

“Well, I don’t know if there’s a problem with the ecosystem around here.”

Perhaps it is the part of Frau, but what would it be like if he exercised the poisonous sorcery that it described as leeward, with the magic extracted from Lianya?

Even if he temporarily managed to escape the crisis, Emil puts his head to work wondering if there was any other way to do it, fearing that he would leave a hell of a scar later on.

“I figured we should leave it to the brave guys around, huh? Though I don’t know which car you’re in.”

After knowing that in a situation where even Lianya would hesitate to go outside, expecting inferior power than that would be a stupid story, Emil would suggest such a story as a secondary measure one day.

Theon, in contrast, shook his head with the expression that he had no choice for some reason, then replied, looking seriously at Emil.

“Kurtz, I want to see your tentacle play, buddy. You have a pretty good hobby.”

“Chi, no!? Because I don’t have that keh over there, hey!?

“I see, I prefer Mr. Leppard’s muscle and tentacle play…”

“buddy!?

“No way, Mr. Grune and Mr. Alberto’s beauty system!?

“Dude!? Because it’s not!? Absolutely not. Huh!

It’s probably a conversation of Scion, but for some reason Emil seriously denies it when he senses a raw, warm gaze coming from soldiers in the back of the car and Lorna.

I panicked that if I didn’t, I might be able to make dishonorable rumors, but Lianya, who was watching such an exchange between Emil and Zion, pinched her mouth just wondering if it was time.

“Emil, keep that about it. We can’t solve this situation for whoever comes out.”

“Gilliel, but can’t you?

To Emil, who can’t seem to give up, Lianya communicates information she has previously heard from Gilliel.

“Not here. There’s been a massive outbreak of slime in the world. They do. I hear Gilliel’s kind dropped there pretty early on in the mucus-play state of her blonde boobs.”

“Do I have to give up?”

I think Emil would rather have Gilliel play tentacles than destroy the ecosystem, but even if the current state of affairs as a result of that play is worth considering if it shows any improvement, he just sees the end of it ending in tentacles, and he refuses to eat any more.

“So, with the consent of everyone,”

Even in a situation where there was no other option, there was no one else to express an opinion but Emil.

Thinking that it might be passive but would be synonymous with agreeing, Theon begins exercising his sorcery with the magic pulled from Lianya.

As a matter of fact, it was possible for Zion today to interact with Emil without tearing it up, but the only reason I bothered to let him ride it was because I thought the other tanks would need time to make sure it was airtight, because there would have been plenty of time for Zion to have no three letters.

If you use poorly vulnerable poison, and if it takes time to get rid of the tentacle herd, the air in the car will starch in and possibly interfere with the life-sustaining of the occupants. Sprinkling powerful poison should result in saving a large number of soldiers.

Regardless, Zion decided on the image of poison, knowing also that he would see and kill the soldiers who might already be outside the vehicle, for example by destroying the tank.

“I’ll go. Penetration from the skin even if you are not breathing. I touched it, but the last nerve gas! Too toxic, the worst poison you’ll ever get if you don’t chemically clean it later! Its name is b…”

“Stop, stop. I don’t care about the name. I don’t want to hear that. Is that a good substitute for tank surfaces?

“Lend me some magic when I neutralize you, Lianya. Otherwise, the damage to our allies will be immense.”

Lianya turns into a troubled face wondering if it would have been a mistake to leave it to Shion, who speaks well.

But I changed my mind by telling myself that there was no other way, and kept my body neatly in the car manager’s seat without even being willing to look outside.

Theon doesn’t seem to be willing to look out of the cockpit either, staring at Lianya like he’s tired, and Cloir just runs his gaze into the car in a restless manner wondering if there’s anything he can do at the moment.

Lorna and the soldiers sitting in the back of the car had no way to look out from the start, but only one Emil was looking out of the gunner’s seat, losing words to the sight that was playing out there.

I don’t see any traces of the magic that Zion used in the landscape I see there.

There was nothing like smoke rising or some strange light running.

But the myriad tentacles that were surrounding the chariot, entangled in its body, and about to penetrate the interior if there was a gap, thought that Zion had stopped the movement as soon as he exercised his sorcery, and each tentacle began to make a bullshit move, and eventually even stopped the movement and stopped the movement, wondering if it appeared to spasm.

To its so prompt effect, Emil was feeling her spine getting cold.

Emil is also meant to be familiar with various poisons, but Emil doesn’t know the poison that takes the life of an organism so quietly and so quickly.

Perhaps some knowledge brought from Lianya via Flau, but the world in which Lianya originally had such a poison-producing effect was one of the extremely dangerous beings in this world, the Devil Clan, but it also had feelings similar to fear.

“The world of Lenya is scary…”

“Well. I’m just remembering a little bit, and I think it’s probably the biggest wonder in the world that the world hasn’t been destroyed yet.”

From the crowd of tentacles that were filling as much as I could look over, I didn’t need that much time before I ran out of moving things.

Whether the tentacles, which are just falling to the ground and like yarn crumbs, are to make sure they don’t move, Scion will not try to do anything for a while after such a situation, and Lianya will also remain silent in the car.

Eventually Sion thought that it would be enough, or as soon as the sky was still cloudy, it began to rain moist and fine, slowly wetting the battlefield with nothing to move.

“This rain, too, buddy?

“It’s a hassle to wash. I think if we get hit by this rain for a while, the toxicity of the scattered poison will be neutralized and harmless.”

Lotus Yakiya thinks that she will have to leave it to Shion, who worries a little, exhales deeply and then gives instructions to Cloire, who is watching the situation.

“Wait a while. Instruct me not to unseal it by mistake.”

“Yes.”

“Give me instructions to stay away from the dragon cavalry for a while too. If you can, you shouldn’t get wet in this rain either. so as to leave as far as possible.”

“I can’t give you much detail.”

While Cloire was getting ready for the signal bullet with that said, Lianya looked at Emil more as she asked for her opinion.

Nevertheless, Emil tilts her neck, not knowing what she is being asked to give her opinion on, and Lianya conveys the opinion she wants to hear.

“Do you think this will make it any easier?

“If you have intelligence in your tentacles. If you get killed so flashy, you might not want to come close to it badly. Or until you get resistance to the poison just now. Because a massive offensive could be handled together.”

“When the poison neutralization is over, put together the damage and replenish the Demon Stone, or… if I congrated on the staff lol when I defeated the Demon King as in the game, I wouldn’t have had to go through all this trouble”

“I don’t know, but it’s war till I get home.”

I think it might be something similar to an excursion, but the dangers and noise cannot be compared to an excursion.

It was Lianya who felt dark about how much more of this could be repeated to arrive in Klinge, but the attack of the tentacles stopped perfectly for Lianya, who went through the forest of temper on the part of the people’s territory since then, because the damage caused to the tentacles at this time was too great.

Seeing this as a good sign, it was Lotus Mita who hurried the family path, but the situation of Klinge, who was waiting for such Lotus Mita, was in a state that could not be said to be very good.