I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

A lean plain extending into the northwest of the kingdom.

Because of the low rainfall, it only grows about grass.

Its desolate scenery was about to bring down the Book of Darkness.

"If the sun falls completely and the legs of the flock stop, the battle begins"

A fat man jumps up the knight's chest hatch and looks like an intermediate pilot from the inside rides himself out and gives me instructions. The vice president doesn't talk to me directly. I mean, I haven't even gotten my eyes on you.

"Turn to the west side of the herd, and if you're ready for momentum, launch the flare straight up."

That being said, the Intermediate Pilot's manipulative B-Class Knight passes a short cylinder to the old lady Old Lady. It's the size and shape of a drum can that is connected vertically.

They say if you pass magic on this, a bullet of strong, shining light will pop out.

"When you launch the signal bullet, wait for the signal from here. If there's a signal, drive the herd east."

"What is the signal?"

"You'll see"

The answer to my question is not good for fat men.

That's it, and he cuts up and ignores me and goes home.

(What the hell, this)

The bad feeling is, it just gets bigger.

I rode to Old Lady while distorting my face.

(On the first battlefield, in night combat, on a solo mission, as a chauffeur)

It gives me a sigh.

Surrounded and crushed as walls of meat. Better than that, I guess.

(We'll have to get out of here if we can't do it)

Usually, escape in front of an enemy is a capital offence.

Even in this world, there would be no big difference.

The guild leader of the Merchant Guild, oh he told me, wants to make it a last resort to escape. Assuming you keep it hidden by the power of your guild, it's bound to cause a great deal of trouble.

(Please, old lady, "Old Lady". Let's work together)

I gently stroked the machine of love and quietly proceeded to the plains just after the sun had set.

The old lady, the Old Lady, bypasses the south to the west of the herd to avoid being noticed heavily riding the horse Heavy Lancer.

It is a flat earth that spreads around, with nowhere to hide oneself.

Preparation, nothing, all you can do is prepare your mind.

Now as soon as it's completely dark and the herd stops moving on, we'll have to launch the signal bullet as' ready '.

(Sure, you had a lot of magic tolerance)

I recall a description of Heavy Lancer, which I heard beforehand, heavy horse riding.

Skailmeil-shaped skin also appears to show considerable resistance to magical attacks.

(Wherever you want to kick it off)

I waited for it to get dark as I watched with maximum telemetry.

(Stopped)

It is not long before the darkness deepens after the sun sets.

When the surroundings were completely dark and the lights were gone except for the moon and the stars, the herd of heavy horseback "Heavy Lancers" stopped on their feet.

We're gonna have to do this.

I've been waiting and watching for a while, but there's no way the whole herd is moving out again.

I let the old lady Old Lady put her hands on a cylinder with a flare and pass the magic.

A bullet of light rushes up into the sky, making noises with the hyoro.

Some of the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancers" face the bullet of light, but fortunately, there was nothing like moving.

(I said if you look at the signal, you'll see, but what kind of thing?)

While I was nervous, I glanced at the other side of the herd, the eastern side of the main force.

East side, the Knights main force.

Class A knight standing in the center of the formation. Its chest armor jumps up smoothly and the hatch beneath it opens left and right without sound.

A pilot climbs out of the cockpit and stands in the palm of his left hand facing upwards in front of his chest. And I asked what was going on in the west.

He is the deputy head of the regiment.

It is an unstable scaffold that is not even handrailed and is more than ten meters high. And it's night. It's a place where a regular person would be very unable to stand, but the deputy commander is endangered, and moreover upright with his spine stretched.

I guess it's because I'm used to it, but it made me think that that look just fine.

"Is it time?

Signal bullets will rise, looking up at the night sky in the west.

By the way, the class A knight riding the deputy commander was very similar to the class B knight standing around him.

However, the drifting awesomeness is completely different. It might be better to describe it as "dark shadow" than "similar".

That would also be natural. The Deputy Commander's Class A Knight is the chick-shaped cavalry of many Class B knights. The balance with few shortcomings is highly regarded.

By comparison, Class A knights have swollen or exuberant shoulders, backs, hips, legs, etc. In contrast, there is no such swelling or exuberance in the class B knights. Overall, there are few irregularities and a slim appearance.

And this swell buzz was giving the Class A knight power.

"Sounds like that one"

From the knight on the left, a young pilot responds. This is a Class A knight, too. Unlike the Deputy Commander's cavalry, he has an overall pointed appearance.

The young pilot was right, and I could see a flare shell climbing unreliably over the far west.

"The flare's up! All the juniors, let go!

The deputy commander screams.

The junior pilots are aware of the operation, but have not been informed of what this flare means.

As instructed, the Knights of the Twelve begin to unleash long-range magic attacks simultaneously.

Light rain in various shades, different from attribute to attribute, pours down to the side of the herd of heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancers.

Magic attacks are the job of junior pilots.

Advanced and intermediate pilots are unwilling to consume their own magic power in a magic attack that can only be the same power no matter who activates it.

I believe that such subordinate work should be undertaken by the lower pilot.

"Lieutenant, isn't this way of doing things, against our faith?

From a pointy knight, a young man hangs his voice as he nips. Like the deputy commander, he stood in the knight's palm. However, it is the hand of those close to the right hand and the deputy commander.

The deputy commander deliberately made an out-of-heart look on his face illuminated by the light he could keep shooting.

"Heavy Lancers, both on heavy horseback, are driven by magic and heading west. While the cowardly who has become an attraction, we rush to the back."

The vice president continues.

"I offered the cowards a place to fight in the middle of the battlefield. Such an honor, not quite something to be given."

I wonder where it goes against faith, with a look on his face.

"You're going to crush it."

The young man mouths as he deepens his unpleasant grin.

"And what is a coward? Why don't you at least say, Merchant Alliance Knight Pilot?"

"Say what. You're the one who called it cowardice."

The vice president gave him a genuine, out-of-heart look this time.

A young man who hears it and laughs out loud.

Until then, he went to the pilots' school and worked as a teacher.

"The Vice Commander is a bad man, too."

Hmm, and the deputy commander who snorts like he made a fool of himself.

That gaze would have the knight of the merchant guild, looking to the west of the flock.

"He who is not gracious is not a man. Whatever you want to do to win, don't leave the guy who thinks so, not the Merchant Guild, but the pilot."

I glance at the young man properly and keep the words going.

"A plate of silver without a cloud, and if you don't wipe away the dirt, it rusts from there. This is cleaning, don't get dirty."

Hearing the words, the young man laughed out of sight. Laughing, rude, and apologetic words.

The vice president also broke his expression when he saw how it was, and laughed happily.

After numerous magical ranged attacks from the eastern side, a swarm of heavily riding horses, the Heavy Lancers, are severely upset and begin to walk west in an attempt to escape.

This is where the old lady Old Lady is.

(Again, embedded)

I understand.

The old lady, the Old Lady, checked the western side of the herd with a flare and drove the herd this way.

Will they do it?

First, survival is a prerequisite.

Heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer is heard to be a threat that the hell is slightly below the Heavy Stone Golem.

Anyway, I can't deal with this many on my own.

(Take the distance, then clean it up one by one)

That's what I think, I pour D-rank magic into my leg hover.

Shortly after it rises, it twists and flips, accelerating at once with wind magic. The explosive thrust pushed the cavalry to a controlled maximum speed for a short time.

But soon, I'll know the truth.

(Fast)

This is what I think referring to the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer.

This one is already doing its best, but the distance is starting to shrink. Hard to believe, but the highest speed seems to be up there.

(Stability difference?)

I realize why and bite my back teeth painfully.

Hover movement with two legs and four-legged driving. The difference in stability was there.

As long as I can control my posture so I don't fall, that's the limit speed for the old lady Old Lady.

On the other hand, the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancer" does not need to control posture. I can convert all of my forces to speed.

I slam my tongue and try to shake it off to the side, tilting the old lady Old Lady's body wide and cutting the rudder to the south.

(... come after me)

The herd of heavy horseback riding "Heavy Lancers" also change their orientation to match.

Unlike Old Lady, an old lady who arcs while balancing, Heavy Lancer comes bent as if in a straight line. The difference jammed all at once.

I saw it at the End of the Century whorehouse, the very sight of the train.

Heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer will be swallowed up by the herd for some quicker minutes if it stays this way. That's not good.

I accounted for the amount of magic I could use to fill my cavalry with D-rank magic, the amount of magic I could turn to the hover, and the amount of magic I could pour into my wand Rifle.

(I can't take him down and go while he's moving)

With the amount of magic subtracted from the hover, it's unlikely to shoot through the skin like Skyle Mail.

(C-rank magic, you'd have to try it somewhere)

Even D-rank magic could overwhelm heavy stone golems with bare hands. Therefore, C-rank magic has not yet been experimented with. I didn't feel the need.

Besides, magic above C-rank involves luminescence when activated. Even if I were to try it, it would have been desirable to be invisible.

By the way, I'm not going to try it on this occasion. Now, if there's a drop in output like it did during the Heby Stone Golem, it's life-threatening.

I work hard to find a way to do the next good.

(Do not slow down your own speed and blunt your opponent's foot by towing fire)

I couldn't get it together and decided on the policy that way.

Even then, the distance is clogged.

I started shooting arrows of light (magic missiles) halfway back at the old lady, the Old Lady.

Sensibly, three to five shots per second. It doesn't go as far as a machine gun, but it's quite a firing speed.

The darkness of the night flies as white and shining snakes follow.

(I don't want power or hitting accuracy. Anyway, we need the number of bullets to silence the lead group)

Keep sniping around the foot, the ground, where the armor will be thin.

Taking a blow to the foot doesn't change the state of heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancer.

Also, the arrow of light (magic missile) currently landed puts on the ground and winds up the soil and smoke. But heavy horseback riding "Heavy Lancer" breaks through the earth smoke as if nothing had happened and continues to loom.

(Damage must be accumulating. And even on the ground, it's hard to run)

I believed that and persisted in shooting.

(... the speed of heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancer" is slowing down)

Eventually the effort begins to bear fruit.

The blunt feet of the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancer" became apparent with my eyes. There will be no more catching up for this.

(But you couldn't have escaped if it wasn't for me)

I can tell you that.

Fast travel by hover, light arrow (magic missile) firing, doing these simultaneously requires a tremendous amount of magic. Pilots with that are hard to come by.

(I was willing to kill you)

Or my life or death. I reject the Vice Commander's intentions.

If they're going to kill this one, they're not going to hesitate.

The blood is rolling, but I can't stop thinking about it.

There was a smile on my brain from everyone in the Merchant Alliance and family members playing in the Garden Forest.

(... there's something I want to protect)

Fighting the Knights means turning the country against the enemy. The power is not limited to the direct thing of a knight.

Assuming you snipe the deputy commander, what awaits you afterwards is retaliation by the state. Even if we survived, the price would be too great.

(Can't make cheap decisions)

I repeat my deep breaths to calm my mind.

The only thing I can think of in this room right now is throwing a bunch of heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancers" back at the Knights.

(As per the operation in a way, but I don't know what else to do)

While distorting his face to unwillingness, he changes his policy from fleeing to guiding and driving away.

Immediately change the path of the old lady Old Lady from west to south. As expected, heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancer also followed.

(Gonna go around)

Taking advantage of the speed advantage gained by slowing down, the old lady "Old Lady" changes position to the side of heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancer".

Repeated shooting from there is as if a shepherd dog chases the sheep around and barks to make them change their direction.

That's good.

Feel a definite response, keep shooting and guiding.

Thanks to a little leeway, the horizon was widened so that the whole herd could see through.

So immediately, I felt uncomfortable.

(Still, not much?

Clearly less than the number seen during the day. If that's fifty bodies as we know it, less than thirty will be coming after us right now.

(With the Knights shooting, did you run away and scatter?

It's possible.

Then you may encounter the escaped heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancer somewhere.

I concentrated on guiding the herd even more vigilantly.

(Hey, there he goes!

A sense of relief and accomplishment fills my heart.

Ultimately, the herd of heavy horseback "Heavy Lancers" inverted as they drew an oversized arc.

No, the herd continues to walk from the southwest toward its former position.

And it is the old lady, the Old Lady, who drives the herd. Instead of running at the head of the train. He is moving around the herd, shooting and driving, guiding.

"Knights or something, bust it!

Shout in the cockpit.

The beauty of Heavy Lancer, a heavily riding horse that keeps running, makes you wonder if that's possible.

But that confidence of the Knights.

No matter how heavily riding "Heavy Lancer" raids, we can't pull out the staunch formation of the Knights.

Still, I even magically shot Heavy Lancer in the butt to make it a little more likely, and made it go even faster.

But I didn't know.

Already at this time, the Knights have entered the battle.