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

Two horses were diseased in the heavy rain. Emerion and Roxalia. The two horses owned by the Barghazar family were as forged as you can imagine from their ambitious appearance, and the rain-wet roads drove without problems. It's not just a carriage horse, it's a trained military horse. Besides, it didn't seem like much ordination that the two horses received.

He runs through a crowd of Zalwarn soldiers filling the road, without fear at all. Put up a weapon and move forward rather overwhelmingly with a group poking at the caged tip of hostility. Regardless, Lancaine isn't just holding the reins either. He had a small earthquake by swinging a one-handed axe in his hand and bouncing back enemy attacks, sometimes riding himself off the horse and beating him to the ground. Two horses run through the clearance of a flock of soldiers taken by an earthquake as they sew.

Of course, if Zalwarn's soldiers weren't alarmed, they weren't just watching a line pass by. I was moving to block the path, but this momentum overtook it.

No one can stop you.

"So, what do we do now?

"Saana."

Lancaine answered the query over her back with a glimpse. As anger and curse flew through the battlefield of frenzy interspersed by screams and thunderbolts, the boy's voice only became a discord that scratched its sweet tone.

Though he felt watered down by unstoppable applause and cheer, he had no intention of being imprisoned by those temporary emotions either. We must always be vigilant around the entire perimeter to see if there are any disturbing movements in the enemy formation. Even if many of the Zalwarn soldiers were equipment specialized in melee combat, there couldn't have been no archers.

Whatever, it's this windstorm. And it is also the dark night.

It took considerable arms to snipe only two horses running through the enemy line. You can't take sides by mistake. Unlock the strict and extreme siege nets of the present and see if you can expect nothing more than archer sniping.

Lancaine would make the siege tougher and more robust, but he didn't know if the prospect would work in this mess, even at the sniper point on the path.

"I don't know, dude!

"Don't make a scene. It's all since we rendezvous."

"Rendezvous... what?

"You'd need a carriage to get around, wouldn't you?

Lancaine naturally told him to gently wave down his right-hand ground dragon father (Chiriuuuuuuuu). Beat down the spear that has stretched from the front right and then beat the soldier nearby with an axe. Adequate response along with a fierce metal noise shook his whole body through his arms from his palms. That was delightful.

"Well, yes. But how?

"Waiting at the North Gate of Recondahl"

"The carriage?

"The carriage."

Lancaine turned her attention far ahead of the blistering cold rain as she rebelled against Setuna's words. The horse with the two had already stepped onto the boulevard running north and south of Recondahl from around the quarters. As a result of jumping over, kicking and pushing through a crowd of enemy soldiers alongside him, the situation was changing better than he expected. If we keep this up, we'll get out of Recondar safely.

If the fierce general Gray-Barzelg will miss it, it is the story of

(I wonder...?

Normally I wouldn't imitate it like I'd miss it. He'll give the order that if you can't capture him, you don't mind killing him. You may have heard about Dagne and the others meeting in Azark, but he's an intruder who doesn't know what anyone's offering. It's just a seed of disaster. The person who sees it as Zalwarn's best general couldn't have missed it.

Above all, that too presupposes that General Balzerg's opinion is respected. Even though it's just in the name, it's also likely that Arles-Logner's ideas will take precedence over having Arles-Logner as general.

Because it can't be reassuring.

Lancaine had a distorted grin on the edge of her mouth. What part of the world is there, such as a peaceful battlefield? No, is that what happens when you're there? He grinned. Is there something like that that that happens? A battlefield is what hell deserves. Madness and sanity swirl, making a sweet and rotten world of blood and sword triumphs chaotic. That would be the way the battlefield should be.

And it's where blood-smelling dogs like him live.

He remembered the man by accident. One of the bandits who currently blocked the horse cabin.

The man said, "Luig."

It was heavy rain that poured over the dark sky, and Lancaine took the blow of the Broad Sword, which had fallen with its massive rainwater, with an axe blade. Slash with added drop velocity from the air. Heavy blow. Beyond the sparks scattered along with the clash sound between the metals, Rüg's face was laughing.

He also distorted the edge of his mouth. I can wield my ground dragon father and push Lug away with both swords. Rüg jumps away without defying the pressure and lightly regains his posture. There's not a minute gap there. The tip of the sword that Luig erected was swinging to invite this one to attack.

"You're strong. It's very different from Weddy."

"I don't care if they compare me to that one"

"That's right."

"If you knew that power, you'd change your mind."

Behind Lancaine's brain was a figure of a boy who had penetrated the red lotus flame without anything. Reckless behavior without regard for life from Mizu certainly relied on the performance of the subpoena armed, but it must be at one end of his power. And if his work on the Balsar Plains were true, the power of the black spear would have overtaken Lancaine's imagination.

It's something Lancaine can't do, such as repaint a battlefield by herself. Both Fire Dragon Daughter (Kaliju) and Earth Dragon Father are powerful summoning armies. Fire Dragon Daughter burned down one city, and Earth Dragon Father was useful for silencing enemy groups. But it's local warfare that dictates it, but it doesn't get to move the big picture. Because Karan was defenseless, it's not always possible to achieve similar results on the actual battlefield.

But Setuna moved the battlefield itself. Thousands of enemies were slaughtered and Gandia's new doorstep decorated with victory. He and the black spear became famous. It could eventually become a symbol of a country called Gandhia. So much hustled up.

Black spear setuna.

He won't even be showing the truth.

"Power? To Weddy ~?

Luig turns his suspicions. And I kicked the ground. A few open moments, but instantly zero. Though impressed with Luig's speed, Lancaine waved his hand axe unwrought. A spark blooms in front of me. The metal sound of cleaving the heavy rain was comfortable for his ears. But.

It's none of your business.

"Oh no. Aren't you with my husband? Don't tell me."

Lancaine sighed coldly against Luig, who had been making a cat stroke with his score bumped. The interest could no longer disappear. Should I say I woke up from a dream? That's not caused by Luig's creepy voice.

The problem was the fact that Rüg had no intention of killing. Where the blade was poked without the will to kill, Lancaine's heart could not have daunted. Rather, it just shrivels. It was initially Lancaine who was even ecstatic about the sharpness of Luig's swordsmanship, but no matter what, his interest had shifted to another subject.

to an impending enemy group from the rear.

"Then why don't you stop making such farce?"

To tell, Lancaine shook off Luig's sword with her strength moves. Leug doesn't even give him a gap to rebuild his posture, sticking his hand axe blade to his neck muscle. Distance between the blade touching or not touching the skin. If Luig moves at all, Father Earth Dragon's fierce blade will devour his neck.

But Rüg doesn't change one complexion.

"What are you talking about?

"It's all a waste of time now that I know you have no hostility."

It's not that I would have liked to have been hostile, though.

Lancaine tried to pass beside him as he let Ground Dragon Father off the neck muscle of Luig. I didn't even remember some anxiety that Orins-Banak had made it to the stable safely. Most importantly, if you think that Luig has ignored him and attacked Lancaine, maybe you can assume that Orin is safe. I'm not sure.

"Hey, hey!

Lancaine threw an extremely chilling knob at Luig's voice to call him off.

"If you want to wield a sword, why don't you deal with those people? Destroy it and you'll be a legend."

"No, no, it's nothing. I don't want to be a legend. Don't take it personally."

At the end of Lancaine's gaze was the figure of dozens of soldiers under General Barzelg's banner, arguably the elite among the elite Zalwarn boasts. That may not be the case from a neatly aligned footprint, but from what Lancaine saw, their morale was low. Naturally. I just keep getting hit by heavy rains, which can frustrate my will and all. Besides, the number of enemies is small, and there are only a few known rewards where they are captured. I couldn't have been more motivated.

At a distance of less than ten meters. Though they seem to be coming at us with furious momentum along with the Troop Leader's decree, they seemed to be asking how we were doing while packing the distance. Are you concerned about Luig's trends, or are you afraid and cautious of the dragon father of the Land of Lancaine?

Either way, it was appreciated for Lancaine.

He looked into Luig's eyes. Curiosity and interest were swirling in the eyes of a young man who did not know fear, and he did not see anything like fear or tension at all. That was a sign that he didn't mean it, but even so, I can't be so optimistic if I'm not sure this one doesn't mean it. Taking that into account, it was clear that he was a man of strength. At least, it would be more usable than Setuna, who just had the sword in his hand.

Quickly, ask.

"Then I ask you, what are you? Why are you here? What happened to your stupid buddy? Can we just leave him alone? The people in Zalwarn allowed you to act alone?

"Mm-hmm. When you get stuck in there, the... trouble"

"What's the purpose? Killing each other with me? I guess not, huh?

"... he said he was going to shut up about unexpected questioning attacks."

Lancaine shook her head, rather impressed than impressed by the lug that would make her blur to this point. Killing, blooming. The soldiers of Zalwarn. Maybe the troop leader gave them an attack order as well. Then morale is irrelevant. They are soldiers. You must respond to the orders of your superior officer with your whole body and spirit.

"The dog in question means a dog. Your husband can be alone."

Luig waved the Broad Sword gently as he told him, not to mock himself. The rainwater that was wetting my sword may have splashed, but I couldn't see it dispersed in the heavy rain that fell. In the first place, under immense dark rule, you can't even see that.

Lancaine turned her back on this one and narrowed her eyes to the murderous spirit that had risen from the entire body of Luig, with his sword against the soldiers of Zalwarn. It is unfortunate that the tip of his Broad Sword is not headed this way. Now, if you hit that kill, Lancaine will also be able to spare no effort in demonstrating the bulk of her strength.

"... you're a dog too"

Dog. A loyal me who accepts and executes only the owner's orders. A beast who does not hate every sacrifice if it is for the owner and who uses any means to carry out his orders. There's no gap where any emotions get in there. Don't have it. Otherwise, the dog won't be able to stay a dog. You can't go back to people, let alone be a ghost, etc. You become half-baked.

So I guess not.

As far as the Dagnes are concerned, it shouldn't be for the crappy reason that he doesn't want to be half present. Whether it was faith or intention, it must have been a tough choice for Rüg.

It is in the middle of an enemy garrison of thousands of soldiers. Even if you're one step wrong, you're likely to lose your life. Even if we're lucky enough to take our lives, it would be the same if Zalwarn's people caught us. No, I'd say you'd rather die in this heavy rain. Either way, Luig chose an unusual path.

Luig came whispering.

"The carriage is moving us to the city's north gate. It was obvious that Dagne would sell her husband. I couldn't do the horse."

"Excellent."

Lancaine grinned at the edge of her mouth, telling him what she cared about. A flock of enemies were approaching a distance of five meters in a straight line. Though not intentional, minimal will was acknowledged. In the midst of heavy rainfall, a small group of approaching armor is no less powerful than a herd of ghosts and monsters.

Luig glanced at the stable. When Lancain looked out for you, he took two horses from the stable, and Orin just popped out -.

"- Cain!"

Setuna's screams brought Lancaine's consciousness back to reality. I admit I'm being pulled hard from behind, but I didn't know what the boy intended. Emerion is flying handsome feet in the heavy rain that falls. Perhaps I can call it a rare glamour horse. That would be the case with the concomitant Roxalia, where you would get a glimpse of Orins-Banak's strength.

It must have been only with the kind of tuning that would have drawn and stretched Emerion and Roxalia's abilities that they could have rushed through with all their might, even in this situation.

"Hmm?"

"" Hmm? It's not! Before, before!

To Setuna's scream-stained shout, Lancaine, once again, looked forward. Beyond the heavy rain pouring down rather than tearing the darkness apart, but the north gate of Recondahl could be confirmed. Naturally, the gate must be closed. The only way to break through is to smash it, but is it possible with only Ground Dragon Father?

Besides, the problem is not just a tightly closed gate. In front of the gate, Zalwarn's soldiers, dressed in armor and armed, awaited the arrival of the Lancaines. More than a hundred people. Unlike the guys near the quarters, they weren't equipped specifically for melee combat. There are also many soldiers with long and short bows, and if they can be shot at in unison, they are not just lancaines.

The two horses were already within range of the long bow. But maybe it's because of this bad weather that we still don't have one of the snipers. You can call it heavenly grace. Beneath the sunny starry sky, it would have been ejected without one or two. Darkness and heavy rainfall, equal to ignorance, make precise targeting difficult. As a result, we have to be passive with regard to shooting.

Well, that's a case of shooting.

Spears, spears, or sword-held soldiers stormed once and for all as they raised their voices to exhilarate them. Overhead, the flash blinked. The thunderbolt is falling. The atmosphere trembled. Severe, crazy.

Lancaine had to rejoice in the impending momentum of the soldiers filling the streets ahead. Even in this situation, the life of a warrior trying to fulfill his mission by rushing his whole body and spirit is never bad. Not bad, but they were too bad.

No matter, I have no sympathy.

"Niewe-Diabras"

Lancaine turned her left hand back as she spoke to the boy behind her. Grab the neck of a boy who is desperately clinging to be shaken off. A neck so luxurious I don't think it belongs to a warrior. His voice of condemnation plundered Lancaine's ears.

"Oh, my God!

"Lord Vargas's permission was obtained. Full of shit."

Lancain pulled Setuna's roots at his mercy, making sure his hands were off his hips, throwing him thoughtfully forward. Though a boy, he is a disappointingly armed warrior. The weight is difficult to lift with just one hand, albeit lancaine, but the power overflowing from the earth dragon father had made his strength unusual.

"Hey, why?!?"

In the darkness, the screaming boy's body jumped into the middle of an impending enemy army, drawing parabolas. Needless to say, the soldiers were stunned. I must have never thought Lancaine would throw an ally at me. That is also natural when it comes to the obvious. It is nothing more than a suicide act, such as a single ride into an enemy formation. In this case, it cannot be called a single-horse assault.

A flash of light burned Lancaine's sight looking forward. Light of armed summoning. Explosive light runoff. It should have converged in an instant and formed a swing of gain. In the boy's hands. I feel the twist of mighty and fierce power. It was like the roar of a giant beast rocking the earth from its roots.

Lancaine smiled. In enemy formation, an anger flew along with it. The blood splash went up. Even in the heavy rain, there was enough blood to tell. How many soldiers scattered their lives in an instant?

"Cain!"

Lancaine smiled, although he admitted the colour of blame to the cries of Laksas-Barghazar, who flew from the left. Yes, the story of Lancain taking Laxus' permission to tell Setuna was a stark lie. But the escape is no longer close.

There's nothing to fear.

"If Neewe dies, there will be no information left."

And he's going to do it. He must kill without leaving one and dye the area around the North Gate in deep red. There was no doubt that the heavy rain would blossom so much blood that it could not be shed.

Because that's him.

Because it is the mission given to Setuna-Kamiya.

It is he who wields the black spear and destroys his enemies.

Anything else is unnecessary. All you have to do is put it on the battlefield and make it work. If only it had become a totalization of the struggle, spreading death and fear on the battlefield.

That was supposed to be the role Leongand wanted him to play.

This assignment is just a meal for that matter. It was like a ritual for him to rise to that stage in order to be fierce on the battlefield.

Nowadays, the numerous soldiers falling and lying down while raising blood smoke in the thunderstorm were precisely the sacrifices offered to the altar, and the boy waving a pitch-black spear and continuing to kill may have been the cursed priest himself who performs the ritual of madness.

The Lancaines had to wait at the edge of the road until the end of their cursed ritual. It's also because I didn't feel the need for backup, and it could get in Setuna's way. Occasionally, some of them had shot arrows at Lancaine and Laxus, but most of the time they were powerless by Setuna's transcendent reaction, and the archers were instantly desperate again.

"What the hell is this... what is it?

Luig, who appeared out of nowhere, asked in vain after everything had ended and a pile of bodies had been built on one side of the perimeter. Every soldier who waited around the North Gate had his life scattered by Setuna and the black spear, and had finished with an unspeakable mass of meat. Neither armor nor helmet made sense before the spear, and it was cut like a piece of paper, and buried the ground with blood. Dead bodies. Even the word tragic is raw and warm.

I wonder what the boy who stands at the center of the backward smell of blood is thinking right now.

Lancaine was worried about that.