The Holy Nation of Whispa.
Current distribution of territories.
Whispa 30 percent.
Uzuki 3 percent.
Sharshar 67 percent.
Whispa is cornered.
They relocate the Holy Capital to the east and attempt to rebuild their system.
However, a greater number of citizens managed to escape the disaster.
Unable to secure living spaces.
Those with little time left to live throw themselves at the Sharshar Kingdom Army to defend them.
Uzuki is also cornered.
They have arrived in an unknown location with their retainers.
They don’t know how to return. In the first place, with enemies present, it’s impossible to leisurely consider a way back.
It turns out that the territory of the Holy Nation of Whispa.
Thanks to the excellent ninjas.
The Moonlit Court revealed it.
He learned a bit of Whispa language during torture.
He proposed to the Sharshar Kingdom Army that they would be destroyed individually eventually.
And offered a non-aggression pact for the next few years in exchange for prisoners.
Whispa was approached.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
A temporary collaborative relationship was formed.
Sharshar.
To realize King Nine His Majesty’s declaration of continental conquest.
The Guardians Suurl and Sharie are eager.
Gira, the rear commander, also wanted to join the two.
But under a strong order from Patch at the Royal Capital, he provided supplies to the two from the rear.
At this point, an army led by McGillis joined the fray.
It doesn’t matter if the enemy is two nations.
An overwhelming wave of personnel and resources.
“Now, go! Show my Older Brother the might of my Kongou Group! Spread fear among the enemy soldiers!”
“Ooohhhhhhh”
Ovai’s Special Ability.
His subordinates, whose bodies except for their heads have swollen through hypertrophy (debuff).
The enemy soldiers were in an uproar as giants suddenly appeared in their ranks.
The subordinates got on all fours.
They wrapped chains around their bodies, tying them to shields for knights (Golems) and damaged armor.
They mounted support devices (Back Weapons) and cannons on their backs.
Finally, the gunners and pathfinders boarded.
A flesh tank was completed.
The subordinates advanced towards the enemy army with a menacing crawl like a baby.
The enemy army, terrified by the approaching colossal metal wall.
Wondered if they could win according to the commands of their commanders and squad leaders.
They launched long-range attacks mixed with doubt.
“Well then, I will go too!”
“Captain! I’ve brought them!”
Spectacles and entertainment for the banquet.
Monsters confined in cages.
Goblins, Kobolds, Frogs, and Tumtum.
Tumtum.
A giant, ghostly snail.
Body length: 150-70 centimeters.
Weight: 100-40 kilograms.
Its weakness as a slug.
It’s rendered ineffective by absorbing salt – sodium chloride – into its shell.
When it grows, it becomes as large as a house.
It can lay eggs in females of other species.
Ovai puffed himself up slightly.
He grabbed one from its cage.
He hypertrophied only its torso.
Paw balls.
The name sounds cute.
A spherical mass of flesh with its head and limbs sticking out like fish fins.
“Hmm.”
“Gii Gii?!”
Ovai threw the paw ball high into the sky.
From the enemy’s perspective, it looked like it was thrown almost directly overhead.
When will it fall? Is it even an attack?
They had to focus their attention on the flesh tank approaching on all fours.
The mental stress of the commanders and squad leaders kept building.
“Paw Ball Drop (Puni Puni Impact). Go, go, go, gooo♪!”
“Kuuun!! Nyu? Tt!? Gii Gii!?”
The monsters fled around inside the cage.
But they were caught by Ovai’s hands.
Chasing after their kin who had already become stars in the sky.
Ovai can somewhat control the range and time of the fall.
Cannon fire from atop the flesh tank.
Magic bullets from ordinary soldiers flew towards those on its back.
But following the pathfinder’s orders.
The subordinates half-stood.
They were blocked by the shields and armor on both arms.
“State restore! Advance!”
“Ooohhhhhhh”
They returned to the crawling posture.
And started moving at about 20 kilometers per hour.
They were intentionally moving slowly to intimidate and draw the enemy’s attention.
Suurl was surprised by Ovai’s tactic.
“What kind of skill is that!”
“…His Majesty King Nine’s son.”
“Do you know, Merika?”
He asked Merika, who was on his right arm.
McGillis being his son was known, but…
To think he had sons like that… damn.
Suurl boasted that Merika, a descendant of heroes and brave warriors, could also do something like that if he used his skill.
He boarded the [Idaten].
Merika boarded a high-orbit tuned machine.
“Suurl, [Idaten] is deploying. Follow me.”
“Merika, speed custom converted machine, deploying. Follow Suurl-sama.”
“Ooooo!! Ooooo!!”
Suurl’s tactic was to break through the center.
The formation was an arrowhead shape with Suurl at the front.
The usual basic unit deployment.
Suurl’s soldiers desperately kept pace so as not to fall behind.
Falling behind increased the probability of being hit by the enemy’s long-range attacks.
Falling behind meant death.
Their desperate expressions.
The enemy soldiers mistook it as them directing killing intent at them.
They fought back with fear.
Ahahahahahahahaha!?
“Hmm, the man who showed disrespect to my Older Brother. He’s quite capable.”
“Captain, the Cannibal Company has begun to move.”
Suurl’s reckless charge tactic.
Ovai’s performance made him re-evaluate him slightly.
And he heard that the guerrilla unit, Cannibal, was finally moving.
“Hmph, am I going to let *him* have his moment?”
He instructed the frontline troops to prepare the “Wall Formation” just as the rain of “Paw Ball Drop (Puni Puni Impact)” was about to descend upon the enemy ranks.
Wall Formation.
The subordinates formed a single line.
Those riding on their backs were also in complete defense.
A formation that would not allow the enemy to advance even one step backward.
In the past, the only things that had breached this flesh wall.
Were winged monsters.
Ovai considered it his own one-sided dominating play (Perfect Game).
—GoOOOOooOooOoo
“Ah!! A, Aaaaaahhh—Gyaaaaaaaaahhh!!”
The flesh tank stopped moving.
The enemy, seeing this as a chance for concentrated attack.
Opened fire with high firepower.
Suddenly, the sky clouded over. Looking up.
They remembered that something had been thrown from the enemy’s rear.
They tried to retreat.
But their dense formation for high-power attacks.
The front line couldn’t escape that mass of sheer volume without the rear and mid-ranks falling back.
On the verge of death.
They screamed curses at their superior officer who had ordered the dense formation, and died.
“Hahahaha♪♪ What do you think the Cannibals will do with the enemy forces in *that* state? Hahahaha♪♪”
Ovai laughed heartily, claiming the left flank’s success was his own, and celebrating the success of the large-scale area attack that had also involved many of Suurl’s units, his friendly army.
He believed he was the protagonist of this battlefield.
He listened to reports of the surviving enemy soldiers being taken prisoner.
He could only laugh uncontrollably.
“Captain! A report!”
At that moment.
A report came from the Cannibal guerrilla unit.
“What? The enemy’s guerrilla unit was annihilated? If they hadn’t annihilated them, they would have been attacked from the rear!? Isn’t this false?”
“Guh, it’s… hurts, Captain. *cough* *cough*”
He choked the soldier who brought the report with one hand.
A report he didn’t want to believe.
“So, where is Cannibal?”
“Cough, uh…”
The soldier avoided his gaze.
Ovai tightened his grip, eliciting information.
After annihilating the enemy’s guerrilla unit.
Cannibal went to launch a surprise attack on the enemy’s central unit.
“Insolence!!”
“Hii, excuse me—”
The soldier fled, realizing he would be taken out.
Ovai hypertrophied his reserve forces.
And followed behind them himself.
Their destination was the enemy’s central unit.
“The central unit will also be annihilated by my Kongou Group!”
“Oooohhh oooohhh”
