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

"Well, don't you care about that? I was able to get rid of that predicament. Let's just say that's good."

Luig answered quietly, staring back into Rex's eyes. In the front carriage, the cold darkness drifts as if to freeze the air of the field itself. The only thing that doesn't turn the light on is fear of Zalwarn's chaser. Though we succeeded in getting out of Recondahl, it was hard to think that the Zalwarn guys would just miss this one. At least you'll hit your hand enough to turn some number of people onto the chaser.

They're trying to stop the rain. The thunderous noises that had caused the heavens and the earth of Logner to noise were no longer heard, and the rain noises that had struck the earth hard and engraved the harsh melodies had also turned to a quiet tone. The wind is gentle. It was a lot better than running through heavy rainfall.

The carriage is going off the street. There is nothing more foolish than going along the streets that were extending from the north gate of Recondahl. It's like telling the chaser to hit me from behind. Of course, just because you missed the streets doesn't mean you're safe, but fortunately, an unknown darkness that doesn't even see the moonlight dominates the world. As long as Emerion and Roxalia continue to run, it will be unlikely that they will be caught by a chaser.

In the carriage lay a heavy silence.

Luig also thought that his response was something wrong, but switched his mind by deciding that it would be an overthought. I'm sure it's because Rex is silent. I don't suppose he's being silenced.

Although the front carriage was never narrow, there was no choice but to feel more cramped than necessary because the large adults and the growing up teenagers had to use most of the area just to secure a total of five beds for one and, on top of that, they also needed space to place luggage such as food and weapons protective equipment. Most importantly, because one of the adults, Orins-Banak, has left the scene as your guest, it has grown wider for that matter.

Still, it may be because of this escapeless silence that he felt narrowly. Rex is not the only one who is silent. Cain has his eyes closed like he slept with his back in his luggage, and Neewe sat up in the corner of the carriage, staring at the void with his sword pattern clenched. The appearance was unusual, the eyes still shimmering like beasts seeking prey, and the proximity was as if they refused to even look at each other foolishly.

That would be the case, too.

Luig understood, like any other HR.

That's all I've ever done. I can't be interrogated. It would definitely be seen as a situation where we manage to keep reason while being in a narrow space between sanity and madness.

He kicked and slaughtered many enemy soldiers like dust. With overwhelming force. Riot oppression. It's atrocious enough to recall a hundred million robberies, too. Before that, no one, neither he nor he had the skill to exchange, scattered their lives. Their rapid and precise coordinated attacks, which are clearly better on top of Zalwarn's people and are the elite under the Grey-Balzerg banner, would have been instantly taken over by a large number of warriors. But if you open the lid, it was the soldiers of Zalwarn who were taken away, and when it came to Niewe, they didn't bear one of the looting wounds. The drain of physical strength seemed intense, but it is nevertheless an insanely extreme story.

When he saw the impatient appearance of a boy named Neewe, nestled in the middle of countless corpses, Rüg realized himself remembering a passion that was neither fearful nor touching, but at the same time remembered Cain's words.

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

In fact, Luig had to change his mind about Niewe. He wasn't an amateur in battle or anything. It was no coincidence then that I took Rüg's surprise attack, and I guess I could see it as a measure of this one's strength to disguise myself as an amateur. With that in mind, it was fortunate for Rüg that Dagne surrendered to Rex shortly after that. If we kept fighting like that, Niewe might have shown strength. Then I'm pretty sure Luig's neck was flying.

I feel cold just thinking about it. Dagne's judgment at that time was so correct that there was no more. If Dagne hadn't staged dugout negotiations at that time, the Copper Key might have been wiped out. By the fierce attack of Neewe like a wild storm.

When he shook his head, he looked into Rex's eyes again. Rex-Vargas's intelligent obsession was all about prospects, such as this idea, but he won't talk in silence. I guess I'm waiting for Luig's word.

He sighed in his chest.

It wasn't his hobby to put the reason into words.

Carriages moving off the streets rocked heavily at times, never comfortable, but not in that situation unless they were in a position to complain about it. And it wasn't even an atmosphere where I could be kidding.

It's heavy. The very air that drifts in the carriage.

Luig opened his mouth with no choice.

"... simply put, I was even going to give you the right to life and death more than I did down there. Dagne's father surrendered, and I'm under your control, too. At this point, I became the equivalent of Dagne's father. Because the Lord of dogs is one. But my father was mistaken. That one was meant to be my owner even after he surrendered. So I guess you've put a hell of a story in my ear about selling you guys to the Zalwarn guys. Looks like you were hoping for my work. If I capture one of you, we'll be in control."

After a short talk, Luig realized how soothing Rex's rush was, and was slightly relieved. Of course, I don't suppose Lex has thrown all his doubts away. At least you can afford to listen to me. That was enough for now.

As long as it took me, I was confident enough to win the other person's trust, too, in Rüg. I am also proud to have that much strength. I may not be any match for Neewe, but I won't take a fall behind those miscellaneous soldiers there.

"But you weren't in tune with them.

"Naturally. My lord is Lex-Vargas alone. Where is the dog poking the blade at the owner?

That was Luig's creed. People have people's, dogs have a way of life. He was a dog by birth. I had to live as a dog. I had no other choice. That said, if I have never resented the world for it, I have never pitied myself. It doesn't mean he's lived waving his tail at his owner. Of course, I've never imitated it against the lives of its owners.

"A dog."

Rex had such a subtle look on his face that he wasn't convinced by these words. It's a dog. Whatever they say, maybe they don't understand it instantly.

Rüg nodded quietly to his words, thinking it would be a natural reaction.

"Yeah. I'm your dog. If you don't believe me, why don't we go around three times and ring with One?

"Even if you do that, you can't believe what you don't believe. Besides, I'm able to travel like this now thanks to you for securing the carriage in advance. You don't have to question that fact."

"So you trust me?

"Oh."

Rex's reaction gave Ryug his first relief in a long time. At the same time, power enters the whole body. The owner and the person he set out to trust. We have to wield more power than ever before. It has to have the results Rex wants. If Rex wants, he must also think about waving his sword and taking the lives of his enemies. Although I can only be confused if asked to be as active as Neewe.

Luig opened his mouth so that he could regain his mind.

"Then, your husband. Give me a new order."

"Let your body rest for now, and I want you to prepare for the next"

"What's next?

As I inquired, it wasn't like there was too much of a bad feeling behind Luig's brain. But I couldn't speak of it. He's a dog. He is nothing but a dog who faithfully executes his master's orders.

Rex came whispering.

"Infiltrate Myram, King of Logner"

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"It's ridiculous"

Gray-Balzerg threw up without anyone.

"It's ridiculous"

The rain, it went up.

Neither the fierce rainstorms that slammed the earth nor the harsh thunderstorms that rocked the sky kept the ears busy anymore. The night sky was still covered in thick rain clouds, but no signs of rain coming out were acknowledged. Crowds of clouds will eventually disappear in the wind too.

That's good.

Now, Recondahl was wrapped up in great chaos and hustle. That would also be a natural consequence. They mobilized more than a thousand soldiers. Just to secure four intruders.

It was also not impossible for Gray-Barzelg to be angry.

"It's ridiculous"

After he uttered several words, he looked out the window. The windowsill reflecting the chilling light of the demonic crystal lamp clearly reflected Gray's bitterly distorted face. Outside the window, although the darkness of the night manifested its overwhelming dominance, it was as if the light of the Demonic Crystal lamp leaking out of the windows of countless houses were trying to resist the power of darkness. And the silence that surrounds the night sky must also be helpless in front of the hustle and bustle on earth.

It is the citizens who are making noise all over the city.

The city suffered unexpected damage as a result of earlier fighting. The streets of Recondahl had been bulldozed and several houses had collapsed. Soldiers who were in the fight were not the only ones involved in the collapse of roads and buildings. Numerous casualties were also among the citizens, exactly what confused them with this state of water in their bedears, condemning the Zalwarn army for fighting in the city, and the wild horses overflowing the city at night.

In the first place, there was no way there was going to be a battle or anything that would have damaged Recondahl. I was just glad to surround the quarters addressed to the intruders and assault the sleeping quarters. It was to one thousand and five hundred men, half of his troops, who mobilized, and three hundred of them to the siege of the quarters, and the remainder to the blockade of the exit. I should have blocked a street called the street and kept it from getting out of nowhere. It was supposed to be a tough formation to the point of not letting one rat through.

Whoever was in command was to the point of being accomplished without great sacrifice. It was thought that the soldiers under Gray would successfully assist Arles as Arles Reus-Logner tried to take the lead, even though he didn't know much about the battle. And I'm not incompetent with Arles.

But the embankment was worn and instantly decimated.

A large number of casualties occurred in the elite units under the banner of General Gray-Barzelg. Gray had no choice but to curse the weather, to the extent that the dead alone numbered one hundred and twenty-two and that no one could imagine that more than five hundred soldiers, including the seriously wounded, would be injured by just four intruders.

I've lost a lot of my precious men here. Here it is. The assignment given by Mirelbus was an easy one. If it worked, he should have been able to return to Zalwarn without even losing one of his men. That's why I came to this country with a young man named Earles Reus-Logner in charge.

From the edge, I didn't mean to bump into each other from the front with the Logner army led by the Astal-Lanadies, etc. If I meant to, I would have had more formation. In the first place, if you're going to make a showdown with the Astal-Lanadies faction, you can't imitate Mirell Bus and just send Gray and his men.

He will use all the force Zalwarn can mobilize to make the showdown and try to win an absolute victory with an overwhelming number of forces. Alternatively, he was supposed to use the Nares-Ragnahorn and the armed summoners to try to decorate a completely indispensable victory.

But Mirelbus didn't do it.

In front of Earles, Mirelbas never spoke the truth, but to Gray I perceived his thoughts only with the force given to me.

It is only natural that we cannot leave the internal conflicts of our countries alone. Therefore, even if Arles didn't feel like it, he would have taken care of him and turned his army over to Logner. But it's not going to be a showdown. It would have meant letting some troop strength of in-laws stay within Logner and return anticipating the time.

Because Zalwarn doesn't have the strength to mobilize. The total force far surpasses the logner, and if we can mobilize all our forces, we can smash it into dust, whether it be an army led by "General Flying" Astar-Lanadies, but the status quo was just another dream story.

"It's ridiculous..."

Gray-Balzerg sighed quietly. A number of sights floated around the back of his brain and disappeared. The landscape of his hometown, the blue of the wet sky, the green of the forest so dazzling in his eyes, the faces, faces and faces of the soldiers he grew up with his hand salt.

Countless names swept his consciousness.

What is absurd is whether it is a foolish state called Zalwarn, which exhausts its forces in internal protests, or its own that can only follow such a country?

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My body is heavy.

A muscle called the muscle of the whole body is screaming.

Because I tortured my flesh beyond its limits.

Setuna stared blurredly at the darkness of the carriage. Occasionally, I hear Laxus and Luig talking, but it didn't come into my head because of fatigue. Maybe it's because it doesn't matter. It's a lug. Maybe he was telling crappy jokes and boring things again. I feel sympathy for Laxus, who would be listening to that, but I didn't even think of the fine dust trying to help him.

Setsuna is now, and that was not the case.

Unusual fatigue and anguish were running through his flesh as a result of rambling around in earlier battles. Pain is muscle pain, and fatigue must be because you ran out of strength.

(That bastard......)

Setsuna wanted to stare at Lancaine, but she didn't create that kind of energy.

At that time, the moment I got the black spear, something could play in Setuna. More acutely than usual, consciousness projected a scene near the North Gate of Recondahl into his brain, capturing each and every one of the more than a hundred enemy soldiers. It led to precise and extreme behavioral predictions, allowing for fierce and useless attacks.

The slaughter of an incoming enemy accelerates his flesh. Motor ability drawn above its limits made Setuna's attacks more ferocious. A blow that killed many enemy soldiers in a flash and slammed them to the ground crushed a crowd of road comrades.

There was joy.

In that narrow space where blood flowers blossomed and the sound of death echoed, Setuna, laughing.

(I was laughing...)

Setuna admitted the fact with dismay.

Every time I wave a spear, my life is scattered. He dies with one, one more, screaming of the severed demon.

The overwhelming power of the black spear had left his senses off track. It was unusual. You can call it pleasant and painful. Emotions that now seemed revulsive were dyeing Setuna's consciousness during the battle.

Therefore, he swung the spear without hesitation.

(Why are you laughing?

One is dying.

They are human beings, though they are enemies.

Can you be laughing at human death?

It's not a sane shack, such as laughing and killing humans. No, that's not limited to humans. There must be no such thing as laughing and taking lives.

It's crazy.

(Am I crazy?

Setsuna wanted to deny the question. But the miserable grin burned on the retina doesn't allow it.

The face of the boy enjoying the killing was in the eyes of a dying enemy soldier. Setsuna was watching it. The hypertrophy of the senses brought about by the black spear had made it possible. And on top of that he was laughing even more.

Setsuna wanted to scream.