As much as Aji paid attention to me, the regressor showed interest in me as well. The returner pointed to himself and asked quietly.
“Azi. How am I?”
“bruise? You are small!”
Aji's gaze strangely stayed around the returner's head. The regressor thought, whipping over my head for nothing.
'Are you talking about influence? Is it like that?'
“What if I lend him power?”
“Then rejoice! bruise! That’s a lot!”
Investment and lion idioms came out, so I couldn't come to my senses. Singing a good month, that dog. Did you go to school while I was away?
“Hey, it’s still small. Small plus small is small.”
to math concepts? What, did I misunderstand the dog? Is it possible because he is the king of dogs?
With his mouth open, the regressor nodded as if he understood alone.
“I see. I know about it.”
'The qualifications that the King of the Beasts require, that is the influence that an individual can have. Up until now, I thought it was power, but from what Aji said, influence doesn't necessarily mean power.'
The regressor, who was deeply immersed in thought, made a chirping noise.
'This kind of influence is the problem. Every time I regress, all relationships are initialized, which I don't get easily… . Power is something that can be seized by force, but then my actions are twisted. Because the power is too heavy in a position to make several attempts.'
Then glanced at me, the regressor had eyes similar to those of Aji. She looked at me with her eyes twinkling as if looking at prey.
'Then, what if you use this guy? If we use any means to increase this guy's influence… !'
thought is over
The regressor, who hid the dark inside, suggested with a soft smile that didn't look like him.
“What do you think. Do you want power like a horse? If you want, I can give it to you.”
“No, I don’t think this person is joking. You talk like you have power in your pocket.”
“It’s not that much, but I can introduce you to a suitable seat.”
The returner's friendly proposal was quite unfamiliar. If you keep going like this, you're going to suffer from this episode as well as the next one.
I will be a different person from me in the next episode, but it would be a bit troublesome to suffer from regressors throughout the future. It would be a perfect farewell if we parted after saving each other's lives in Tantalus.
What should I really do?
I was muttering out of absurdity, but a good idea came to my mind. I arrogantly folded my arms and looked down at the returnee.
“Hey. A while ago, you said you'd help me, didn't you? Does that mean Shay will be my subordinate?”
“What?”
In an instant, my heart swelled with anger, and I flinched without realizing it. What are you, thug? Do you get angry when you're wrong?
The returner, who calmed his mind for a moment, thought.
'If I get the qualifications, I'll have to take over all the negotiations related to the King of the Beasts… . Well, I can give it to a subordinate.'
“It’s close to a collaborator, but… Yes, I will call you a subordinate for now.”
haha. where. Will that sound come out even if I look at my attitude like this?
He groaned and patted his feet badly. Understand the superiority of your position and use it immediately. I said sternly.
“Then, starting today, I will do some cleaning with rice. Solitary parenting, no, I am tired of solitary breeding dogs now, right?”
“… what? poison?”
Uh oh, look at the gleaming eyes. If I do well, I'll take a person.
But I have already received Aji's investment.
“If I'm poisonous, I'm poisonous, do you dare say something back? Oops, I can't eat this. Look for other investments.”
“Mommy?! no! bruise!”
Then, Aji jumped up and hung on the returner with big eyes. The returnee, who was glaring at me, was very embarrassed by Aji's earnest attitude, and his words were blurred.
“Hey, you hold on a second! If you just leave, you’ll be a post!”
“ね.”
'I mean, if you try to be a little better, you're doing something very bizarre. Are you going to lower it? Seriously, do I have to take care of my hands from the beginning for the next episode?'
It was around the time when I was about to finish successfully managing my liking.
Huge hostility swells. It was felt outside the container, not the regressor. As soon as I sensed it, Aji moved.
Aji turned her head. Her ears twitched quickly. Her hair, which couldn't keep up with her pace, came up behind her, and she mercilessly slapped Aji on the cheek, but with it or not, Aji hurled her body straight at me.
“bruise! danger!”
Aji grabbed my collar and pulled me. At the same time, sensing hostility, I immediately followed Aji and threw myself away without resisting the force. I couldn't even resist because of the difference in strength anyway.
Anyway, thanks to that, I was a little bit safe from a lot of gunfire.
Tutatattattata.
Countless gunshots were heard. Like a torrential rain, a continuous sound filled my ears.
Bullets fell like rain and hit the walls of the container. A noise incomparable to that of hitting a percussion instrument tormented us.
The regressor, who sensed the attack, got up and took out Cheon Aeng and Jizan.
“attack? Wasn't it there when you went before?”
“It’s not ahead. side!”
“Was it an ambush? chit. I neglected the side to look at the staging area ahead.”
Tyr's voice came through the ears of the regressor with his tongue stuck. A dull sound through the tube filled the container, as if the darkness itself trembled.
[It's noisy outside. Should I go ahead?]
“no it's okay. Their purpose is to wake you up.”
[Then, I'll stay a little longer. Call me when you need it.]
Tyr lowered his voice and fell asleep. It was an act such as the accumulation of power or preservation of active time rather than sleep, but it would be difficult to find a similar concept to humans other than sleep.
Anyway, instead of the sleeping Tyr, the returner listened through the container. Bullet baptism continued as if testing the durability of the container.
I wrapped my head around and shouted to the still laid-back returnee.
“What are you doing! Hurry up and take care of it!”
“I don’t like poisonous dogs. If so, I'll share the roles, so I have to do the same outside work. Won't you?”
“Is now the time to ask that? Okay, because I was wrong!”
Did he like my apology? The regressor tapped the container wall with a smile on his lips.
“Relax. This container was strengthened by Tirkanzaka with the Brand of Fresh Blood and reinforced by me with barrier magic. It cannot be pierced by bullets.”
“That line is a bit ominous.”
“It’s ominous. You've been pouring bullets and not getting on. Using a gun is an ordinary soldier, not an officer. The use of a regular bottle that doesn't matter if it's consumed is a plot to gnaw away the nerves of this place. You lose what you care about.”
The returnee wasn't wrong.
You can't use high-level alchemy steel for bullets that are just disposable. Not only does it not fit the bill, but if the opponent captures it and uses it, that alone is a loss.
On the other hand, the armor that protects one's life often slaps legendary metal or high-level alchemy steel to its heart's content. There's no need to explain why.
Although not necessarily anti-tank, because of the imbalance in the value of metal, historically, projectile weapons had clear limitations.
At best, a check, or a throw-away.
The military is a pretty quirky country, but it's crazy about wars that give ordinary soldiers guns that are difficult to make. Still, the battle manual was more reasonable than anyone else… .
but.
'I hear a sound. It reconstructs the interior by replaying the sound of bullets hitting the iron.'
My mind reading had a slightly different idea.
'The walls have been reinforced, and the inside is quite empty. It must be for residence purpose. If you see that the echo is uneven, it looks like a structure has been put on the wall. If so, here's the weird part.'
Next to the meta-conveyor belt, I'm only a few. In it were three military wagons running side by side.
The wheels sped through the hard paved ground, making a sound like thunder. Exceeding the speed of a meta-conveyor belt, a military wagon races against the flowing land with violent screams.
The generals who got on it fired their guns according to the officer's orders. doo doo doo. The officer's shout is buried in the riot. It is said that even a drop of water can penetrate a rock if it continues, but the container with a faint red stigma was not intact even after a bullet blast, so it was thrown off altogether.
A seemingly meaningless act of not making a hole even if you change the magazine twice. However, ordinary soldiers simply obeyed orders silently.
All for one existence.
Standing up, I grabbed the returnee's shoulder and shouted.
“There is a Historia over there!”
Historia was on top of the wagon running at the front, and a long gun about the height of a human was pointed at this side. The braided hair swayed violently in the harsh wind. Her robe, her uniform fluttered relentlessly.
It looks like she is suffering from the wind, but in fact, it is her own way of reading the wind.
Even the weight of hair and even the fluttering of sleeves is a sensory organ for Historia to feel the wind. Historia, who had calculated the wind direction and speed with her whole body, pointed at a part of the container with a sight.
Pull your arm and load a large bullet. At the same time, a blue energy was formed on the barrel and bullets.
'there.'
We don't know where Historia is aiming, or exactly where inside this container. However, the height could be roughly guessed.
'day off. Don't get hit and die.'
The target is high enough that my thighs would be there if I were standing there. If you get hit for sure, you won't die no matter where you fly… .
What if I don't die? You bad boy!!
At this height, it is toward the pelvis for the regressor. It's likely to miss, but I'm not sure.
I immediately hugged the returner and led her to the ground.
Ta-ang!
A long, long gunshot rang out. In the midst of the numerous noises like crashing waves, a particularly striking huge sound was heard, and at the same time, something huge pounded on the container.
Kugu-woong, the container that was hit directly on the side cried for a long time.
It's a profit, it's a bummer. The shock was so great, for a brief moment, the container shook slightly. The world was the same, but gravity was slightly shaken, but I felt like I had regained my original mind.
In that state, he rolled with the returner. The returner shook me off and said.
“hey! what are you doing… !”
“Look at Weena and talk!”
When I looked up, the outer wall of the container was wrinkled just above my head. The stigma of fresh blood that was shining inside the container has now lost its light quite a bit, leaving only red traces.
Light leaked out from the tip. Even the barrier that completely separates the outside and the inside was partially broken.
Historia's bullets threatened even the steel reinforced with the brand of fresh blood, and even made a hole in the barrier!
“Sergeant? Have you already caught up with us?”
“Probably running on a belt! There's no law telling you to sit still and stand still!”
They shouted and threw away household items that had fallen to the ground in all directions. The colliding steel made a loud noise. When she heard the sound of reflections from the crumpled container, the Historia she was loading also frowned.
'… The sound got messy. Is it because the wall is dented? Or, have you already taken measures?'
But I don't have much time for this. If there is no reaction from the inside, the same wall could be exposed at all.
It's time to take action
His ex is the clingy type huh? Lol