Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

The situation is not bad.

The information sent by the Quartet is often advantageous to Logner. Needless to say, there were individual differences in strength here as well. Exceptionally, the capabilities of mercenary groups are jumping through, but the intrusion is only part of the force. You won't have to worry about it.

Logner is winning.

Perhaps we should thank Gandia's cross spears to consider the post-war situation, although he was watered down in the fight against Zalwarn. I don't know why, but Zalwarn withdrew. The threat was lost.

I don't even think there's a causal link between Gandia's invasion and Zalwarn's retreat.

Anyway, Astal-Lanadies lurked his eyebrows at the hunch of increased intensity of the battle. Some sacrifice is unavoidable. There's no difference in power enough to win without paying any sacrifice.

But it's also true that just winning isn't enough. Strike Gandhia with thorough pain and plant your fears so that you never plan to invade Logner territory again. It will be a terrible natural enemy for Gandhia.

We need an absolute victory to do that. Not enough for about a complete win. Overwhelming victory. It will take a firm determination to crush the Gandia army by the time it is completely skinless and not leave it alive without one. I must make him regret stepping foot in Logner territory.

(Too late to regret it)

Now.

I guess it was an invasion in anticipation of the opportunity, but what can you do with about two thousand people? Marsur's control would be the limit. It was also just passing through a city where the power of war had paid off and had become a mushroom. It is also advisable to describe it by the word domination. Besides, Marsur thought it might be something to handle this interception, but it wasn't there. Perhaps if you look at the fact that these two thousand people are not the total force, but have been challenged without waiting to rendezvous with the hindsight troops, is the collaboration not working well or is it something of a circumstance?

I can't even throw away the possibility that I'm letting you lurk somewhere on this Logner's earth. Although it is pushed by how much power difference, and the difference is further inflated by the rendezvous with a separate task force, if you are poked behind your back, you will not get away with it.

Regardless, the perimeter alert was not neglected, and there were no more reports that the scouts that flew on all sides had captured the enemy shadow, which seemed likely to end in concern.

In other words, the victory of the Logner army is promised. I don't see the losing element so far. The most fearful black spear of Gandia has not shown itself, and more importantly, there is information that he followed the return of the Princess of Lucion. That is also likely a false statement to deceive this one. There is no hand in not putting such a successful armed summoner into this battle.

but the status quo, the presence of that armed summoner has not been confirmed. If you're assigned to a separate task force in Gandia, I'm convinced of that, too.

She shifted her consciousness to a fierce battle that would be fought far ahead. I can't help but be frightened by the invisible shadow. These are the mighty knights who fly around endlessly with one of Astar-Ranadies' understandings. It can respond immediately to any situation and overshadow disadvantages advantageously.

Because there's no such thing as losing.

I have a bad feeling.

I can see that the discomfort that has been felt by this side ever since I left Wang Capital has become a bad feeling and is swelling up. Even if I tell you it must be my fault, my mind won't even try to understand it. Irrational and inexplicable feeling without help. My stomach seems tight and unpleasant, but I can't do anything about it.

This is a battlefield. I can't even afford to think about it.

Much off the main battlefield just bounded by Canon Meadows and Martea Hills. The sound of the struggle was far away, and it was sometimes doubtful that the end of the battle really opened up as we proceeded carefully at the foot of the wooded hills. I was hesitant to make as little noise as possible and even speak out. Even the orders to my men could finally be spoken of with the utmost care.

Elenia-Diphone was out of the main unit last night in order to launch an ambush on the Gandhian army headquarters built on the Martea hills. Led by General Astal-Lanadies is a sergeant in the process of working out his hands. She seemed to have a different flavor and lid from the rest of them because of her appearance, but she was honestly following her orders as a knight. That should be the direct report of the general? Well educated.

This ambush operation was one of the measures to give the Gandian army a taste of the overwhelming defeat, and the greatest aim was to raise the General, who would have been in the main army, to a blood festival. but to fail to succeed, it was strict orders from the general to pull it up promptly, and I just said that it was the survival of the Elenias that counted.

Surprise attack on the main unit. If successful, the impact on the enemy will be enormous. The upset will spread to all armies and Logner's victory will be decisive. Even if we fail, we will be able to alert them. In other words, it will be gone if we do not turn extra troops to defend the main force. It will encourage the collapse of the front line and eventually lead to the destruction of all armies.

Win over Logner.

If the noisy presence of Gandhia and others disappears, Zalwarn will be the only enemy at hand. To Berel, to Azark, we are on two feet in the war of aggression, and more importantly, the very existence of a country called Zalwarn is a disincentive to other countries. Countries adjacent to Zalwarn, which boasts a mighty military power, cannot wage large-scale wars so easily. Because if you get poked through that gap, there won't be a single one.

Now is a quiet Zalwarn, but until a few years ago it was terrible. Logner was also invaded more than once, and although each time General Astal-Lanadies had repelled him, he finally had to surrender and turned him into a nation. Extreme interference in the internal affairs made Logner blur, and at last the General Mizumi had to flip the anti-flag against the King.

And there is the present.

Although the establishment of the new king has been successful, it will take time for the regime to stabilize. Though the General's prestige and popularity have won the trust of the people, there is no reassurance. It is not what Arles-Logner, the king's brother, found out.

(... that and this since I smashed Gandhia)

Elenia was stretching her consciousness all around her as she pulled her horse. Two hundred horsemen are used in ambushes. That's all that stands out, but you can't hide on a horse. Although he dismounts when plugged into a hilly area and moves to stay low and hide behind grass and other shields, it is also doubtful how effective it is. Still, we have to do our best. Exposure to enemies is attributed to blisters such as Operation Surprise.

I won't be able to survive.

That's all I can do.

Sometimes the harsh lives of General Astal-Lanadies, but Elenia herself, I don't think we can die here. Harshly strong enough.

She has a thinker. Wayne Bersein-Teulos. Called the Blue Knight, he was also stripped of his knight's title by an earlier lapse. No, a soldier. Regardless, the position is different from that of a knight, although to the extent that he is entrusted with the command of the unit. Later, or in this war, he was given the role of scourge.

of this time, but not in the fight against Gandhia. It is a scourge in the battle against Zalwarn, who fought within yesterday and ended without victory or defeat. Moreover, it was a top-secret mission, and Wayne planned to head to Canon Meadows in secret after going to the Llama mine.

There are monitors in the Llama mine who have been sent to keep the mine from being abused. Carrying food to them was an apparent task. Nothing once slapped him in the pubic mouth with the Blue Knight, General Flying's Twin Wings, etc. and the end of a man who was slammed, but neither that nor this was just a means for General Ranadise to bring him back to the Knight's throne, and so Wayne would have silently obeyed orders, too.

He tried to force Wayne to raise his hand in the battle against Zalwarn and to return the stigma even if he was forced to. In the first place, the Knight stripping itself is a coercion of anti-generals. As long as the result of Wayne giving him a lot of incense, it could have been - it should have been.

(Wayne...... where are you now?

Elenia's chest painful would have been Wayne's trend as well.

He disappeared without even fulfilling his rendezvous in the Canon Meadows, as opposed to being active in the battle against Zalwarn. The end of the battle was opened without even contacting me, and then reports of the Gandian army invasion jumped in. Not long after searching the meadows for Wayne, she was driven out by an ambush squad.

It's inconceivable that Wayne would go against the will of the general. No one buys Wayne more than General Astal-Lanadies. It is remarkable that the General appreciates and trusts him. Its hot eyes were such that Elenia sometimes seemed jealous. Naturally, no boss should have respected and trusted him as much as the general. I might even have believed. He was always beside the general, and he was proud to be the wing of General Flying along with Grad-Clyde.

That is why we should assume that there is some reason for this order to be ignored.

Something happened.

We've encountered a situation that should take precedence over the general's orders.

(Wayne......)

Elenia's spine peeled so that a bad feeling would bring her sickle. The chills decide it must be because of the intensity of the assumptions, but they don't feel good. Under a clear sky, I can even say that the glare of the falling sun was wonderful, but her vision was darker and more than ever.

Although it is a solid foothold to the extent that the men behind it are not noticed, nevertheless, her hard work was eroding her consciousness. All bad thoughts glitch in the back of my brain. I understood more than anyone that following discipline and orders was the work of a knight, and that his disobedience to life meant much more than that.

Even when we have limited ourselves to General Gio-Gilberth, yes. If we keep fighting like that, more soldiers will have dyed the Balsar Plains red at their expense. That was evident from the testimony of many soldiers, and everyone supported the judgment of the Red Knight and the Blue Knight. There's nothing like Wayne moving arbitrarily if we don't get into that situation.

I wonder what happened.

There's no way I can give you an answer or anything like that from what I've been thinking. We don't even have the ingredients to judge what happened to him. It's no use thinking. I'm just worried, I'm spending my time unnecessarily. Every time I think about it, I'm wearing my spirit out. It's futile.

(I know. I know, but...!

Even concentrating consciousness on ambush operations, it was about Wayne that came to mind unexpectedly. Eyes that stare away somewhere. Beautiful eyes. I'm just staring and I'm going to be seen deep in my heart. But I want to stare forever, that was my eye.

It was then that the blurring covered her cheek.

"What?"

The feeling of being drawn to the intense force instantly disappeared, but left a creepy aftertaste. Looking back, the soldiers in line were also looking backwards uniformly. The same was true of the two hundred horses. It would prove that it's not just my fault or anything. but so what?

It was certainly a strong discomfort. Rather than the strong wind passing through, it felt odd like something had been pulled with an invisible hand. It is also clear from the surrounding reactions that that is not just an overthought etc.

Something happened.

The back of my chest trembles. I have a bad feeling. Isn't that a sign? Isn't it a foretaste of something bad happening? A number of thoughts complicate my mind. It echoes with a voice, and when scattered, confusion is created. All the bad images fill the back of my brain. Wayne's hindsight floated behind his eyelid, disappearing.

(No!)

She waved for the first time. Shake off the numerous malicious intentions that flood your brain. We should now concentrate on the task at hand. Successful ambush operations and a complete victory for Logner are prerequisites.

You have to calm down.

"Let's go."

Speak quietly to your men and resume moving forward. but a few steps forward, they were once again imprisoned for odd discomfort. This time, the power of bouncing off rather than attracting overtook them. The trees shook and the horses screamed. It was a stronger force than just now. If I hadn't stomped firmly on the earth, I would have been made to fall. In fact, several soldiers had been pushed down by phenomena that were difficult to understand. And I didn't have time for them to be evil.

Dead odors rushed her nose, and the roar and the hustle and bustle of the terminator weaving along with the myriad signs of intrusion slapped her in the ear.

Accidentally filling the nasal cavity was the smell of blood like an obstacle. My chest is upset and my stomach fluids are about to reflux. With little experience in action, he could not smell blood. but you have to behave in front of your men, in a temperament.

"What? What's going on?

Not changing a single complexion, he asked around. Though the youth king's proximity seemed as baffled as he was.

"I don't know. But be careful. It's the Imperial Devil."

It was one of the nearest Slain-Stall who answered Leongand's question. He hasn't lost his cool to sudden anomalies either. Pull out the sabel suspended in the sword belt and show it with your sword to shelter your master. The same is true of the other proximities. Kellius-Magnate was pulling out his sword, and Zephyr-Maldean was pointing Rapier's cut forward. Even Barrett-Weissmoon had a song knife, claiming Slain's legitimacy for words and deeds.

"The Imperial Devil?

"Yes."

Quick to say, or a monster stained anger slapped Leongand's tympanic membrane. The chilling of the spine shivers the atmosphere.

Seeing it, a giant beast of pitch-black appeared in the middle of Gandhian army headquarters. How long have you been there, how did you show up there, why are you bleeding out of your whole body and mad? The doubts arose innumerably, but Leongand, more importantly, did not care what its Imperial Devil looked like. It was the first kind of Imperial Demon to see it, but it may be because of this that we have a strong rejection.

"That's unpleasant."

roaring furiously it resembled a lion. Armored by a pitch-black outer shell, a giant lion with a golden hyena. Together, it is divine. but then it's disgust and hostility to feel it.

That is the proof that it must not be in this world. The instinctive rejection this Illus Valle creature holds. Denial of the essence held by monsters of different worlds.

So, how's Setuna? He is a boy who emerged from another world. Like the Imperial Devil, he was summoned from another world.

What Leongand holds against him is a sentiment of pity. It's not like the Imperial Devil. Definitely not. That boy is a lonely soul looking for a place. It's just not like a monster scattering destruction and killing.

The lion saw this one. Red cloudy eyes are considered murderous. My hands trembled when I touched the pattern of my sword. Fear. Instinct whispers. Do not contend with that one, do not fight that one, do not turn your sword to that one, do not be blindfolded by that one.

I can't win. There's no way I can win. It just kills me. You can't die here. It's not like hitting a flow arrow and dying.

"Your Majesty, what...!

"Please don't be stupid!

"Sire!"

He was moving forward so that he could push the neighbors away. Shake off even the stop and move on to the lion. The Imperial Devil is full of creation, black outer shells like armor were bullshit destroyed and arrows and spears pierced. The bleeding won't stop. If you let it go, you might have died, but how much damage will the Imperial Devil do before he dies? Just think and you'll be relieved. There are many more sacrifices. I pay enough to pay too much for the sacrifices I need.

Running through the earth, shooting. I pulled out my sword and swung it over the top. The beautiful body of the treasure sword glass Orion shines in the sun.

"Your Majesty!?

The barbaric scream resembled the voice of a general who was not supposed to be here. But there's no room for Leongand to be sure of that. The arrow was released. The Imperial Devil is in front of you. Killer-filled eyes capture this one. The desk is once. If you screw it up, you'll definitely eat a handached counterattack.

"Ha!

The blade, which swung down with the temper of tearing, struck directly between the lion's eyebrows, making a grunting noise and cracking it in two.

"Ah."

Engraved in both hands with the pattern clenched is a heavy recoil. It will not come true to see a broken body draw an arc. The Imperial Devil's counterattack is coming. The atmosphere roared, and the lion's large forefoot saw the void that would have existed in Leongando, like any other human resource, sweeping away with fierce momentum. I can tell by that behavior that the black lion was surprised.

He was thrown behind his back by something at the same time that the attack ended in failure. It was only because he understood that it would happen that Leongand could attempt a reckless imitation of putting his hands on the vicious Imperial Devil. I saw the blue sky and the dazzling sunlight burned my sight. The next thing you see is the ground. Do not bump. Turn one more turn and be landed.

"Thank you."

"Your Majesty likes impotence."

I heard a sweet whisper biting my earlobes from behind, but I didn't feel any signs. When I looked back, no one was there, and even Leongand's proximity looked at me flashly. Nothing must have made sense of what happened in the last few moments.

Leongand asked me to put up a broken glass orion. It was a brilliantly shattered sword by slamming it on the outer shell of the Imperial Devil, but still the beauty seemed undamaged.

"It's broken!

"Heh, Your Majesty!? What are you doing to the royal treasure?

"The treasure sword of the Herald... oh my god"

"What are you talking about, you guys? Legend is such a thing. Not even a dying Imperial Demon can be defeated. Do you understand?"

Leongand looked back at the black lion as he spoke to his mourning neighbors. Because a sharp roar had shown that the Imperial Devil was in battle.

"The opponent is called General Flying or something, and he's scared, but he doesn't know what's going on. It could be something like a glass orion, right? I have nothing to fear. We win. I'm here for that."

In the middle of the main formation, the Imperial Demon's giant body is raging and crazy. The giant, which will be over four meters long, is rampaging his killing intentions to madness. A thick forefoot slams the earth, and a tail like a jointed hammer chooses the ground. It's like confusion, but not really. Something like a shadow is flying around the Black Lion, stroking the Imperial Devil's nerves backwards.

Leongand did not do anything to pinch his mouth, although he was frightened by a shadow that could play with the Imperial Devil to clear his daily depression. You can leave it to me. One of these days you'll get bored and kill, and even if you don't, you might bleed to death in large quantities.

More than that, he had something to worry about. It's about someone who raised his bare voice.

"By the way, why is the general here?

At the end of Leongand's gaze stood General Deion-Hoclaw, who was supposed to be leading the squad.