"Hey, hey. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Robt. Why hasn't the magic bullet equipment arrived yet?" asked Firid in the tent that evening, holding a gold token.

"Chelov, who is in charge of managing the magic bullet equipment, has already left the cargo. Robut's voice replied.

"What!?" asked Firid, surprised.

"He has done as you ordered: he has helped Tia, the princess of the Celtic Empire, reach the Barbarian Frontier from the top of the Nether Realm, and has provided his magic bullet equipment to his ally Redseus. Robt's voice replied truthfully.

In fact, Chelov did not have the courage to disobey the president of the Five Elements Chamber of Commerce. He simply followed the instructions of the president and his contact, No. 101, or Shadow.

Freid thought to himself, "It doesn't look good. At this time, Chelov actually went to help the princess of the Celtic Empire. But it's also normal. Though he falsely passed on my orders. But Redseus's gang must not stand against me now.

"Good. Please get back in touch with him as soon as possible. Freed paused and instructed. The dual swordsmen who rely on equipment will face an extremely difficult battle next.

Magic Bullet Equipment refers to various models of Magic Bullet Launchers (guns), Rocket Magic Bullet Canisters (Bazooka), Magic Bullet Mortars, and Magic Armor (power armor, a degraded version of Firid's Silver and White Armor). The hundred-man troops used magic bullet equipment, and it was not difficult to snipe the tens of thousands of cavalry of the First Army.

Late that night. The Praetorian Heavy Cavalry led by Memphis really pounced on the coconut grove where Fried and the others were overnight.

"Damn!—Your Majesty, how can there be such a thick fog ahead?" the thunderstorm rode on the back of the giant dreaded pig, holding a torch alof, and saw that the coconut grove ahead was already submerged in a sea of white fog, and turned back to ask loudly, Memphis riding on the back of a velociraptor in a loud question.

"What's going on!?Where did this fog come from?" Memphis also held his torch high, and saw the thick white mist rolling in front of him, and quickly pulled the reins, causing the velociraptor to take a dozen steps back.

"If you go into the fog, you won't see anything!" Thunderstorm reminded his mount as he backtracked and ran to Memphis's side.

"Could this fog be a special phenomenon in a small area? like a mirage in the desert. Passing on the old man's military order, the whole army dispersed on the spot, broke into the front area, and went around to the area where there was no fog as much as possible, and launched a search. "Memphis refused to give up easily, and instructed several heavy cavalrymen who rode beasts and heralded orders.

"Yes. "Yes. ”... The heavy cavalry who gave the order received the order and conveyed the meaning of Memphis. Next, the Praetorian Heavy Cavalry Corps dispersed into several columns, broke into the coconut groves ahead, and searched as far as possible along the edge of the thick white mist.

"Your Majesty!—The dense fog ahead is too much, too thick!" "After our troops dispersed, they could not get around it at all. "The whole army has retreated. ”... Not long after, several heavily armored cavalrymen who had ordered them rode back to Memphis, who was in the rear, and reported the situation loudly.

"What!?—Are you guys mistake?—" The thunderstorm in front of Memphis heard this, and leaped from the back of the dinosaur under his seat and onto the back of a herald heavy cavalry beast;

With his right hand, he pinched the herald's head like a melon, lifting him into the air, glaring into the other's eyes and shouting questions at the herald's face.

"Your Excellency, General!--We are not mistaken!--" The herald heavy cavalry, who was carried in his hand by the terrifying thunderstorm, burst into tears.

"Your Excellency, the columns have encountered a thick fog. The fog is so vast that it is impossible to get around. Seeing this, another heavy armored cavalryman hurriedly helped his comrades.

"No way! except for the sorcery forest near Galia. Nowhere should there be such a long period of time and such a wide area of dense fog. Memphis felt more and more strange.

"However, the old man's opponent is Firid. It can be said that there is nothing he can't do. Even with this kind of strange thing. It's not surprising to think of the strange effects of those forbidden spells..."Memphis thought about it, almost relieved.

"Your Majesty. So what do we do next?" asked Memphis as Thunderstorm put down the herald's heavy cavalry and jumped back onto the dreaded pig's back.

"Wild is scheming. Whether this thick fog is fog or not is a question. Pass the order down. Set fire to the forest immediately. If this fog is not fog, the forest inside should be a little bit. Memphis thought for a moment and gave the order.

Thunderstorm rode the dread-jawed pig to the edge of the fog, lit several torches, and threw them one at a small coconut tree shrouded in white mist. As a result, as soon as each torch came into contact with the thick fog, it went out, and not even a leaf was lit.

"Your Majesty. This thick fog is indeed fog, and the fire will be extinguished as soon as it touches it. As a result, the thunderstorm had to return to Memphis in front of his eyes, his hands clenched into fists.

"So the smell. Can your mount smell the Fried's gang and lead our army to find them?" Memphis still refused to give up on another idea.

When the thunderstorm heard this, he didn't want to stop riding the dreaded jaw pig, and went to the dense fog again.

"No—that fog is full of real moisture. I went in and out several times, and I was soaking wet. In this case, what smell is left?" the thunderstorm returned to Memphis soaking wet, and reported the situation again.

Seeing this, Memphis immediately took out an energy crystal sphere from his backpack, and held it up with both hands in front of him. Soon, the crystal ball appeared, and White's sleepy-eyed bloated face appeared.

"White!-Quickly contact the old man's executive at the top of the nether realm--Wren. Seeing this, Memphis yelled at White's face on the crystal ball and asked aloud.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night now. The executive officer of the top of the nether realm, Lord Wren, has long been asleep and will not receive anyone. Oh~~~" After White finished speaking, he yawned, and his face disappeared on the crystal ball, and Memphis didn't appear no matter how much he called.

"Damn !! of the real towers" Memphis's head was bruised, and he raised the crystal ball with his annoyed hands and was about to smash it to the ground, but after thinking about it, he still suppressed his anger and took the crystal ball back into his backpack.

"Your Majesty. These filthy villains are all rats who forget their righteousness, see the wind and steer the rudder, and fall on both sides of the wall. Why should you bother with the rats, as long as our army wins the battle before us. When the time comes, won't these rat generation villains all have to kneel at Your Majesty's feet obediently and let Your Majesty dispose of them?"

"This time, you have some point. Since tonight, the fog is so thick that even the old man's army can't get through. As long as the Fried's gang were still in the fog, they couldn't run.

Wait until the sun comes out tomorrow morning. The old man saw where else they could go? The order was given, and the whole army rested in place. Tomorrow at dawn, the pursuit will continue. "Memphis, after much deliberation, gave orders to the whole army.

The next morning, the morning sun of Hongdandan slowly rose from the distant horizon. The coconut groves along the coast are full of birds, flowers, tranquility and silence, just like an ordinary day. But the remaining thick white fog has not completely dissipated. The surroundings still seem eerie.

Bursts of tremors of the earth came faintly, from far and near, indicating that today's forest is destined to be peaceful.

“zzzzzz... Your Majesty, the fog has not completely dissipated. What should we do?" the thunderstorm that lay asleep on the back of the dinosaur pig, awakened by the morning sun shining on his eyes, sat up and asked Memphis in front of him.

"The old man has already contacted Wren. The Wyvern Cavalry from the top of the Nether will soon come over and lead the way for our army. The whole army lined up! Spread out the formation! Prepare for the assault!" Memphis, who had not closed his eyes all night, was sitting on the back of the velociraptor when he saw the thunderstorm and woke up loudly.

The 12,000 heavy cavalry of the Praetorian Heavy Cavalry Regiment received the order and immediately lined up at the edge of the coconut grove and set up a tight assault formation.

"Ladies of the Duan Feierta Empire, please come with me. Not long after, the Wyvern's dragoon, who had led them in the red dragon before, reappeared above Memphis's head.

"Then you'll have to do it. Memphis raised the Thor's sword high in his right arm, and with his left hand, he pulled the reins on the velociraptor chew in response to the Wyvering Dragoon.

"Frightened!--" The Velociraptor Monster, the mount of the Emperor of the Duan Feierta Empire, screamed, and with a vigorous leg, he rushed straight ahead.

"Hoo--" Thunderstorm also tugged at the reins of the Dinosaur's chew, sending the mount after the velociraptor away.

"Moo!-"... The heavy armored cavalry riding the beasts and the heavy cavalry in line also began to rush forward in unison.

Memphis held the Thor's Sword in his right arm, the blade pointed forward, and released several dragon-shaped thunderbolts that shone brightly to a terrible white. All the coconut trees in front of them that were swept by the dragon-shaped thunder and lightning were as if they had been struck by lightning, and the trunks of the trees were charred and broken, and they fell in pieces. Crackle! click...

"The spirit of demonic fire, the form of all things. Please make its body boil with thirsty killing blood..."... The heavily armored cavalrymen raised their battle axes and chanted incantations. - Bloodlust.

"Moo!-"... The beasts carrying them were flushed red and steaming, their bloodshot eyes gasping for breath, their large horns pointed in front of them, and their right front legs slammed into the ground.

"Moo!-Moo!-"... Then the rhinoceros-like beasts, carrying heavy cavalry, rushed forward in a frenzy, mooing incessantly, and swept away like a torrent, blocking everything in sight.

Any big tree that was hit by the beast was directly broken in two. The small trees were directly picked out of the ground by their horns and roots. In this way, the Praetorian Heavy Cavalry Legion followed the red wyvern leading the way, and galloped all the way forward. (To be continued.) )