Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

It was thus a temper forest treading operation started, but it was not as easy as Lotus Mita had initially thought.

It is surprisingly easy to assemble when it comes to materials.

This was due to Emil's designation of some of the mines in demonic territory, and Lianya, who moved with the dragon cavalry on her feet, turned the mine from ground to ground into wood dust.

Ore, which, if blown up, would not know where it had gone, could also remain in various conditions, large and small, on the spot due to some added and subtracted explosions, and these sorted Lotus Ya stored in a void vault.

Thanks to repeated attempts to return to the base with the dragon cavalry on its feet again, metal-based materials were overflowing the base.

"Dude, the mine I used this time is already..."

"You won't be able to use it. I guess I've used it a little extravagantly in that sense."

If I had been more polite digging, it would have been a mine that could have produced much more ore than Lotus Ya had brought back to the base, but if it had also been blown to pieces by every surrounding crust, it would no longer be of use as a mine.

Even if we dig them back, they are in such a state that they are buried with massive amounts of stone and gravel that we have to retreat them all before digging them back, a sign that it is likely to be a rather delicate story as to whether we can make a profit or not.

The ore that had been collected in that way was initially planned to be refined into metal by the hands of Lianya, but the problem had soon been discovered and Emil's work had increased.

"Don't you have a coke..."

The iron making process known to Lianya consisted of stacking iron ore and coke alternately in the furnace, and blowing in hot air from the bottom would restore iron ore and become iron, but there was no coke at the heart, rather than there was no time to make it.

Then it was still Emil, a technical position, who faced the question of what to do, and a series of tasks was to be entrusted to Emil alone.

"How are you doing?

"Basically, I don't care. Although the most unusual use of magic... is the amount of dizziness you get."

If Emil had been a human race, no matter how exceptional he had the skill and knowledge, he might have had the result of sickening either the body or the spirit before the work that had to be done in large quantities.

But Emil, a tough demon tribe with both body and spirit, managed to do these tasks.

"I want to slow down for a while when things are done..."

"Good luck, buddy. But there's still moulding and assembly work left from here."

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"Ah... Frau, the mating Scion looks like the devil..."

"God, not the devil, so I want you to give up."

Even if you can do a lot of metal ingots, that doesn't end the story.

Now we have to mould those metals from what Emil heard from Lianya into the parts needed for the tank that pulled the drawings.

This task also has to be done mostly by Emil alone.

Either way, Lianya herself has only a fairly appropriate combination of knowledge, because there are no other technicians at the Emil level in the Crusading Army besides Emil.

"If you have an example, I can handle it if you want to help"

"Dude, that'll help you enough, so I'm just gonna ask you."

If Scion had increased the ingredients of Flau, he could have made roughly the same once it was made and shown by Emil.

The technicians who maintained the battleship could not have built a similar object if they had a sample, but the accuracy was really poor compared to what Emil and Scion built, and even if they tried to mobilize personnel, it would only reduce Emil's effort to the point where they wondered if it had been somewhat less.

"Lenya...... Hey Lenya. It wouldn't piss me off if it was a little sweet right now, would it? You're not gonna call me a chaser or anything, are you?

"Lianya, I wonder if you'd like me to be nice to you now, too"

Calling it a break, Emil was starting to let Lianya rub her shoulders and demand knee pillows.

Normally, I guess I almost get angry about what makes me do it, but as for Lianya, who fully understands that I'm making her impotent, I can't get Emil out of the way because of Scion's intercession.

Even as I felt the gaze of Chloe and Lorna watching with somewhat enviable gaze, I rubbed Emil's shoulder and hips loose as he was asked, lending him a knee was shaped to accompany his hypnotic sleep.

"Renya's a good masseuse, too. Now you have enough skill to eat dinner, don't you?

When you rub your elaborate shoulders and hips against Lianya, the stiffness loosens up and the pain goes away as soon as possible.

Without thinking it was the same hand that was going to inflict severe pain if he was held head to head by arm by hand, Emil had a lukewarm look on Lianya, who gave him a massage with a good amount of force.

"I know how to break it. Naturally, I know how to rub it."

If you are familiar with the structure of the subject, whether it is a blade or a bare hand, there is a technique of breaking it efficiently.

Some of that knowledge, which should also be called demolition, naturally had knowledge of the human body, and Lianya also had a combination of techniques that could just transfer it to execution.

"Suddenly the subject was slaughtered..."

"It's a guy called Front Back who breaks it and cures it. If you doubt it, why don't we put it into practice a little bit?

"I think all I need right now is healing, hey"

He was Emil protesting against Lotus Ya, who began to move his fingers twitchy, pulling his cheeks together and drooling a muscle of sweat, etc., but just as Lotus Ya also didn't really intend to do demolitions on Emil, he began to give him another massage when he instructed him to lie down for the most part.

By the work that goes on like that, Emil begins to manufacture the parts that are needed one after the other, and the process of assembling them also begins to take place in parallel.

"It's kind of like a lot of parts, I think it's big."

To avoid rain, Lianya had that sentiment when she saw a number of parts to be brought in and the shape of the tank in the process of assembly to which it was attached, in a workplace where only wood was suitably combined to build a roof.

I don't specialize in that field, so I don't appreciate it until it's obviously strange, but I remember it in vain when it came to the shape and size of the tank's torso, and in light of that, it's assembled in the workplace. It didn't fit the size.

"Well. We have to transport the soldiers."

Emil, who was in command of the assembly, answers Lianya's questions.

"From all Lenya's stories, I think there are about four original crew members, but that means we'll have to train everyone in maneuvering, and we'll have to build about 2,000 units, too, right? That's why I'm thinking of getting bigger and setting up a settlement so I can carry about twenty people in one car. Still... I need five hundred."

To the number Emil uttered, Lianya glances at him.

If I wanted to create the number of machined factories that Lianya could not build overnight in the world where she originally lived, in the world where she is now, it was because I couldn't imagine how many days it would take.

Anyway, I asked thinking it would take a few days, and unexpectedly Emil let her shake her neck to the side.

"I guess it'll be over in seven days. It's a hell of a thing."

"Are technicians capable of serving so much in the Crusades?

Lianya asks, thinking they would be the ones engaged in assembly.

"They're in on it too... there's no Scion..."

Emil points to the corner of the workplace with his gaze.

When Lianya noticed it turned her gaze toward you, for some reason there was the appearance of a sitting Zion, behind which she could see the black Moya that Frau was manipulating was obsessed.

Watching what they intend to do, the workers throw the freshly made parts into the black moya from next to next.

I don't think so. When the black moya swallowed a large number of parts rocked several times in front of Lianya, one giant tank emerged scraping the ground, trying to be pushed out of the moya opposite the part thrown in.

"You're lying, aren't you?

"When I assembled the first one, my partner who saw it didn't tell me I could do this either. Let me try it. That's how it works."

As soon as another worker enters the tank where he appeared, the tank begins to spin his tracks with a low roar, slowly moving its giant.

As fuel, I couldn't possibly use petrol or heavy oil, so all the tanks designed by Emil's hands are covered by magic, both power and means of attack.

"From the beginning to the fuel."

"That's because the source is Lenya's magic. That fuel tank should be packed tightly with demon stones."

"You're gonna bribe me for 500 units of travel and assault magic on my own... oh my god"

"Though I can't believe Lenya, who can do it with a big word,"

While smiling bitterly at Lianya, who exhales, Emil explains her plans to Lianya as she looks at one more assembled Scion until she has the necessary number of tanks in place.

"I'm sorry, but there's no limit to how many cars a day can be assembled in people's hands. Instead, my partner will put together seventy cars a day by himself. About 500 units in seven days."

"That's outrageous."

It is Lianya who has such thoughts about what the hell is going on in that black Moya as she wants to know, but she has never gone beyond it if the work itself is to be done quickly.

"I'm using it for training from the edge I could break a few, but hey. Still, well, I guess we can leave in seven days, huh?

"Is performance as demanded?

This march will forcibly break through the forest of temper.

Of course, the unidentified tentacles, all the demons and trees that originally lived in the woods of exasperation, stand in front of the Crusaders as obstacles.

Emil was also well aware that semi-subsidible performance would not allow him to go there after all.

"That's a good place to try and have fun, though. I don't think so."

"Right. So we'll start moving in seven days."

For seven days, in the sight of Lianya, who swallowed up the word, I hope nothing happened, and another chariot appeared out of the black moya of Zion's manipulation.