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

Quon was just confused.

The sound of Graham Zan-Nordis kneeling at his feet and looking back at this one glaring was truly imminent, and although impurities such as lies and falsehoods were felt to be free of a mixture of fine dust, it was not enough to convince him to say yes, is it?

If you look back at the way Graham did to the Quons, it's natural. He responded to the conversational negotiations during the meals, but he just set fire to the mansion. If Quon were a human being with only very ordinary common sense abilities, he might have lost his life.

He must have broken the siege of hundreds of Knights and couldn't have remained intact as he was able to escape the mansion. All of this five-body satisfaction was due to the ability of the shield. Only with a pure white shield forming an invisible barrier could the Quons worship this night sky again.

The night sky, glorified by the great moon and countless stars, is invaded by the fierce fire of the Red Lotus, still roaring on the hills, slightly reddish. The wind is gentle and somewhere to spare. It was the same with the moon reigning in the night sky, pouring cold light with its strange face.

But there is no silence.

The King's capital, Roomberel, seemed to be in a lot of fuss when the Cavaliers' private residence, which was strewn over the hills, was engulfed in flames. The number of wild horses gathered around the Quons alone is considerable, but it seems that citizens who noticed the anomaly are gathering from all over the place, and the bulge of the crowd was unlikely to be stopped.

The crowd seemed to be whispering and skipping speculation and speculation as they could not understand the meaning of the earlier knight captain's shouts. What is Graham's sin, and why should the Knights Commander kneel like a mercenary and beg forgiveness? What is an imminent disaster? Does it have anything to do with Graham's private residence being burned?

The feeling of Quon, augmented by the power of the shield, unnecessarily captured the gaze and whispers of the crowd, trying to scratch his head.

Behind me, I can see Waldo and Mana were throwing a frivolous sleigh at Graham, and Swell is pouring a suspicious gaze.

Though the Knights who escaped the fire together seemed stunned by Graham's dialogue. I don't even know how they feel. For them suddenly forced to be ready to give up their lives, can't Graham's reaction be described in the word thoughtlessness? If one person had lost his life, it would have been nothing but a waste of his life. Fortunately, thanks to the power of my shield, I was able to escape without missing anyone. That won't be the kind of thing you can forgive.

The Knights executives unfolding forward seemed to have trouble dealing with the commander's sudden words and actions while laying weapons on each of them. Should we be in tune with the Knights Commander ourselves, or should we watch what happens? At any rate, the Knights executives could see Graham not asking them anything of the essence. I am an executive. I have to obey the commander's orders. Just as the Knights were.

Beyond that, an iris stands to dissolve in the darkness. She was putting Graham ahead of her to find out where they were. I never saw the Grahams still near the mansion, but it was obvious that they could catch up thanks to Illis stopping them. When Quon sent her gaze to Illis, she turned away as illuminated.

"They're saying they admit they're not. That I was wrong. It was all my fault."

"Was I wrong? Fault? Can you tell me what that means and why you thought so?

Quon asked quietly as he returned his gaze to Graham. The crowd quiets back together. He may have misheard a word about the exchange between Kuon and Graham. That seems to be the case with the Knights.

The blurring disappeared.

Graham was staring into Kuon's eyes. As always, although I'm about to dazzle you for some reason, my gaze didn't slip away. He opened his mouth.

"… I was present at the descent of the angel"

"Of angels... descent"

Quon was depicting the sight of a visionary one day in his brain, rebuffing words without that thump. Clear skies. Clear with no clouds. The blue, clear sky was beautiful and loving enough to make me cry. A shadow with a pair of wings swims through its clear sky. It was a big shadow for a bird. And the shadow seemed to be watching Quon.

(Angel...)

This is a different world. It's different in many ways from the world where Quong was born and raised. One lives, demons breathe, fantasize. The magic of armed summoning is exercised, and the legends of dragons and giants are breathing. It's no wonder that angels exist. No, wonder is strange.

"The angel told Margie that the devil would be pleased. If it is an enemy to be defeated, if it is an enemy to be debated, it should be destroyed."

"We were based in Margia, so you decided it was" demonic. "I'm not kidding."

"I'm not convinced. Weren't you the one who originally set our stronghold for Margia?

Waldo and Mana gave their opinions. The two had the best arguments, but Quon didn't pinch his mouth. The sight of the blue sky floating behind his brain was slowing his thoughts somewhat. There is only one shadow across the sky. He spreads his wings and swims like he feels good. The sight was mysterious but somewhere nostalgic, and Quon was a rare reminder of home.

"That's right. I don't know what was wrong with me. He may have listened to the words of the angel and was rising. When His Majesty found out that he intended to move the White Shield stronghold from Margia to Runeberel, I thought," The Devil is finally here. "But I also thought it would be a good opportunity." If you destroy the demons, I'm sure the angels will bless this country. There should be peace and tranquillity in Berel. "

By the time I had finished listening to Graham, just quon had also been freed from fantasy. My head spins visibly. The angel and he said. He must be a Vashtara believer. I found out as I listened to his dialogue that it was also a fairly enthusiastic believer. That's why he looked surprised.

"How can you admit your mistakes when you're so presumptuous?

"That's because I saw the light in Master Kuon."

Graham told me without changing my complexion. Looking back at this one somewhere dazzling was the same, but it was a mysterious face itself. I don't know what that word means.

What is light?

Quon asked to rebel.

"Light?"

"It was a non-existent light, similar to an angel. It was to you that I found the light supposedly held by a savior who looked human, preached by Vashtara's teachings. And that's the human presence significance of me. I found it to be the reason I was born and lived to this day."

"Tell me what..."

"Lord Quon was convinced that he was the savior who looked like one sent to God to bring peace and tranquillity to this continent of chaos"

Graham's precedent words filled the place with silence. The audience may not have known how to react to Graham's pronounced words, or they may have had to be silenced because it was his pronounced words, which are devout Vashtaras. Besides being Berel's national religion, most of the wild horses gathered here are Vashtara followers. Nor can we ignore the words and behavior of the Knights Commander. Ripples spread through the silence, causing small twists.

The same was true of the Knights executives. Graham's truly impending rhetoric can also be described as an explicit statement of the actions to be taken by the executives. And when they had delivered their goods one after the other, Graham knelt down, and said, Quon. While doing so, they could not hide their expressions such as unconvincing. Naturally. Quon was a target for them to wipe out. It is not something that can be thought of in the end, such as turning into something that you look at in an instant.

"God sent you...? Me?"

Along with rebellion, the heart sounds loud.

Quon was confused. to the power engulfed in Graham's words, to the reaction of one, and to his own mood, which does not find it offensive, but rather tries to accept it as a matter of course. I don't even feel like shaking my head. I didn't understand the meaning of Graham's words, and I didn't even want to deny them.

I know I'm not the kind of person who pushes other people's opinions more forcefully than I was, but it would be a different matter from that and this. Until recently, the opponent came to kill with all his might, suddenly with God, the Savior, and so on. It's off track. Could it be called madness? Normally, we should be vigilant. We should doubt the back and explore the sincerity. You should be cautious.

But Quon didn't even try to pinch his suspicions. The other guy, too faithful, tried to annihilate the Quons even at the expense of his men. Would it not involve some persuasion if he merely changed his attitude one hundred and eighty degrees? Besides, he seemed to be uttering words risking his entire life. I purely believe.

Quon preferred the purity of Graham. Perhaps such a heinous act as just now was also a tragedy caused by the fact that his faith heart was too pure. I can't even forgive you if you think about it that way. More importantly, the reasons for Quon to incriminate him had almost vanished, beyond the fact that there were no victims as one. Regardless, you can't water everything down as a mercenary regiment leader. but his obsession as a personal emotion was about to go away.

He is the one who tried to take his own life, but once he forgives it, it is Quon who wants to do everything in his power to help. Kuon wanted to save Graham. But in his case, what can be called salvation if you have? If only I could help, it wouldn't be that simple.

"Well, I don't know."

Unexpectedly, Waldo opened his mouth. He was somewhere shyly narrowing his eyes as he looked around. When he realized, the Knights, who had escaped from the fire house with the Quons, were also kneeling as if they had learned from the captains and executives. Unlike the executives, their troubles were feverish. There will be gratitude for being able to survive that hell, but some of them seemed to believe the words of the Knights. There are different calories in sight.

"Right. I can see that too. That must be the same for Illis."

To Mana's words, which still seemed embarrassing but delightful somewhere, Quon turned his gaze to Illis, who was nestled behind the Knights executives.

Wearing a pitch-black dress, she is more like a dark shadow than darkness, with a slight peek into her nature as an assassin. But as an assassin, he says it's second-class and third-class to expose the enemy to slaughter ahead. No matter how well you can sneak in, if you're detected murderous, it's a failure. If only she could have snuck up on me, I wouldn't have felt like killing her with or without my senses.

"And Iris? What the hell are you talking about?

"Don't you understand?

"Mr. Swell."

"When I first saw Master Quong, I was ready to finally come and greet him from heaven."

"I didn't tell you. When I first met Master Kuon, he said he saw the light in you."

"I also saw the light to Master Quong. So I decided to follow you."

"... that's not right. I don't know what it is, but we're all going to convince ourselves."

Though I told him to blur, Quon couldn't hide his smile. I remember meeting some of my dear friends. Beginning with my encounter with Swell, I was introduced to Waldo and got to know Mana. It would have been good for him to manage to keep him in mind, although he ran into Illis and nearly killed him early.

I was lucky.

It was a blessing.

There have been many encounters since I came to this world, and there have been farewells, but I feel that many of them are working in a good direction for Kuon.

The same goes for this one. It was on the way to the worst, but this current situation was never bad for him or the White Shield. Someone who thought he was a hostile is unilaterally drooling his head and shaking his tail. Not bad. But not necessarily comfortable. Maybe because it's a somewhat different response from what he's looking for.

I want to save, but I don't want to be with the Savior. I know it's an unsolicited statement, but that's what I meant. Of course, the Saviors and the like are like the Knights Commander in front of them.

"Doesn't that mean everyone found light in Master Quong?

Graham could not be convinced of Quon, although Waldo's reaction had gone as if it were natural. but I don't even know what he wants.

I guess it's not rational.

That's all Kuon understands. Neither was his feelings for his personal best friend, nor his desire to save people, rationality, etc. There are things in this world that you can't explain no matter how many rationales you line up.

Quon, in conclusion so, looked Graham in the eye. Maybe his retina, which narrows his eyes in dazzle, really projects light and dazzle. With that in mind, he grinned bitterly in his chest.

"I'm unconvinced, but I understand. If everyone saw the light in me, I guess you're right."

I don't deny it. After accepting, think.

If you saw the light in yourself like this, you have to live up to that expectation.

Quon quickly switched his mind around what Graham was saying. Think about the descent of an angel and the prophecy that drove him. If we assume that an angel exists, is that prophecy worth believing? Even so, why is it an ambiguous prophecy? In the first place, what the hell is "demon"?

Quon recalled what had happened in Margie. What happened to getting out of that little city, all of it.

There was a battle. A battle on such a scale that the mansion I had rented as a stronghold would be halved. As opposed to the noise in Berrell's country, seeing as it wasn't even reported to the Wang Capital, an old Carwell man, the owner of the mansion and a celebrity of the city, may have turned his hand.

That was tantamount to betrayal of the state, but if you try Carwell-Carrion, you might even want to say that a state that cannot promise peace and tranquillity to its people is a great betrayal. He was the owner of a hard way of thinking about the Berel royal family and the Knights. What kind of blow was it that he did so much for the White Shield, which was just a group of mercenaries?

Anyway, that meant it was enough combat to rub it off if the celebrity ran out of hands.

But given the cause of that battle, there's no way I can laugh it off with what's past.

"The angel told Margie that the devil would be happy, didn't he?

Quon was making the figure of one woman rise up behind his brain as he turned to Graham to ask. A woman with golden eyes that swoop through the flaming scarlet hair of purgatory and see through everything. Red Demon with numerous legends and called by countless aliases. A person rumored to have been expelled from the Continental Summoners Association while laying the foundations for armed summoning. Demonic in itself.

The woman called Azmaria-Altemax.

The woman who summoned Quong to this world and even Setuna.

"Yes, I did hear that..."

Maybe Graham leaned over because he was ashamed of hearing that prophecy but getting rampant for it.

Kuon, staring at him like that, still wondered if Azmaria was the "devil".

She has used the power of the Summoning Armored Gate of Vermillion to summon the Imperial Demon and strike Quon. Quon fought the war, regardless. Naturally. The opponent could not deal with an uncontrollable monster, such as the Imperial Demon, except by force. It was Quon who thought it was because he was powerless, and he was visionary that the souls of monsters scattered unharmed in that battle would rise to heaven.

But Kuon was defeated. Complete defeat. It is the result of exercising power without thinking later. But maybe that was something I had no choice about.

In the Shield of Messiah, you cannot defeat an opponent, even if you can prevent them from attacking. Moreover, the enemy is the Imperial Devil. To fight, I needed a powerful weapon. To that end he made the choice of summoning a different weapon than a shield rather than summoning his people. The Walds were paying for it, and the choice wasn't a mistake. But as a result, he would have torn and lost his life if the Iris hadn't rushed for me.

While admonishing his own detours, which, after being ruled and rampant by fierceness, had made the mistake of defeating the Imperial Demon opponent, he did not even think it was his own. It's not an acceptable mistake.

At that time, Azmaria threw words of disappointment against Quon, who fell and lay low on the earth, disappearing and losing. Using the Gate, it literally disappeared. You can't even tell what happened after that. Islam was also synonymous with Azmaria. He said that exercising the power of the Gate of Vermillion would even make it easier to travel in an instant from the northern end of the continent to the southern end. It may even be possible to transfer to different worlds, as we summoned the Quons.

If you don't know where the witch is or what her purpose is, you can suddenly appear in this Runeberel and plunge the king's capital of the night into chaos and fear.

Thinking that far, he shook his head, small.

(No...)

I know the purpose of the Red Devil somewhat. One seems to be trying to train Quon as an armed summoner. I figured that out from the end of her words, but if that's all, it's still fine. But her unmanned way of doing things could involve not only Quon, but the people around her. In fact, the Imperial Demon summoned by Azmaria in Marzia was trying to do harm not only to his people, but also to the people of the city, whilst still groaning as a test to Quon and so on. It was a very natural course of action for the Imperial Demon, who made man his enemy, but Azmaria, who summoned such things throughout the city, could not forgive him. And there was no more reason for her not to show up here than it was.

Instead, I even hold the certainty that it must show up here.

I don't know why.

You don't even know who Azmaria-Altemax is.

And that certainty is held back by angel prophecies.

"The demon is interested in Margia and comes to Runeberel -.

Quon, put up a shield. A pure white shield depicting a true circle. His summoning armies, which he named the great patron Shield of Messiah. Because the White Shield is the name of an invincible group of mercenaries. Its ability is to envelop the subject with invisible force field barriers and protect itself from a variety of external pressures, including blows and slaughter. It was a great defense, and it was no exaggeration to say that Kuon summoned a shield and only exercising that power would determine victory or loss.

But.

"Master Kuon?

Not responding to Graham's query, he glanced around. Even without looking around, the number of crowds was somewhat grasp. Expansion of physical abilities by summoning shields enables it. Still, I thought I had to check again with these eyes. Instead of relying solely on the senses, you should know exactly what they are. One leak is also unacceptable. Of all the citizens gathered in the wild horses, you can't let one of them bear one injury as one. It is not the case that you deserve it, etc. What is powerful has a duty to protect the powerless and weak. At least that's what Quon believed.

He therefore has no hesitation in exercising his power.

The number of citizens gathered around Quon was more than five hundred, and he was surprised not least by the number of wild horses that exceeded his imagination. Regardless, the private residence of the Knights Commander, overlooking the King's capital, was suddenly engulfed in fire. There's no way there's anything that pops up, but there were too many.

It's not like Kuon's shield is absolutely invincible.

For example, if you exercise your power only to protect one Quon, that is what makes you invincible. It will bounce off every shock and protect Quon from any attack. However, the more defensive targets we increased, the less accurate the shield's defense went. Still, if it's about a hundred people, it's invincible, but how much more defense can it sustain when it comes to including Waldo and the rest of the 500 crowd and the 100 Knights, Grahams, etc.?

Even in the battle at the Fortress Balsar, he did not exercise the power of a shield against so many people. It was only used against only fifty elite troops led by General Astal-Lanadies, and I guess Quon was appreciated and widely disseminated his name because he dropped a castle fortress that was said to be difficult to defeat in its numbers.

Anyway, Kuon unleashed the power of the shield. A pure white shield emits a blurry light. The white flash instantly enveloped the surrounding area with the results he wanted. Shine for a moment. Disappear without leaving any aftertaste, and not even let the fact that the power of the shield is working besides the quon be recognized. As someone in the crowd, I wouldn't have known what had happened. I should have only understood that the shield emitted light. The power of his shield is secretly exerted not so long ago. It's not something you can see and see.

That's fine. Even the summoner himself took time to realize its power. You can't even imagine a shield that builds an invincible barrier. Besides, the shield's power field is neither visible to the eye, nor something that can be touched and felt. There was no way that people who had never even seen Quon's shield could understand it at first sight because they could finally feel its protection under some external pressure.

Though relieved to have placed all the humans gathered on this occasion under the protection of his shield, Quon was never alarmed. Instead, he was trying to hit things with a stronger sense of vigilance.

I will definitely come.

The certainty makes Quon's consciousness cross.

"Lord Graham, gather up the Knights now and do your utmost to defend the King's capital. Don't forget to direct all our citizens to a safe place. We'll do everything we can to protect the king's capital, but this city is too big for us to defend it alone."

"Does that mean" demons are coming?

"Definitely..."

Kuon looked over his head with something he felt. The slightly reddish night sky appeared to have a different look than usual. Both the silver moon and the numerous stars are sparing as if to repel something, letting down a white light. It's an illusion. Equals visions. But in his eyes he was capturing small distortions (strains) that arise in the void. It's like a slight crack engraved in a thin bright darkness that abruptly and rapidly expands its range as if waiting for the discovery of Quon.

"Here."

Even while Quon crushed with no one, there was a change in the void far ahead of his gaze. The distortion spreads like ripples, drawing strange patterns between the earth and the stars. Complex and extreme prints with a lot of circles and straight lines don't even look like the technique of armed subpoena, depending on what you look at. No, I must have definitely visualized the surgical ceremony, but it was too large. It didn't look like a demon squad to summon the armaments handled by very humans.

It is understandable if a being called a demon built it.

"Look, what?

In the form of silencing Graham's inquiry, Quon threw his voice at the two behind him.

"Waldo, Mana, are you ready?

"I don't mind anytime."

"I'm ready, too."

With a satisfying grin on the two reliable replies, Quon gazed at the summoning ceremony composed of the night sky. His retina shows him as a demon cube, something that cannot be seen by one eye, including Graham, who has never studied armed subpoena. To recognize it, which is the power of life released out of the body with the spells of ancient language, he said, we must also unleash the power of mystery that burns life and flows to the roots of the soul.

Quon had not learned the art of armed subpoena, but somehow he could have seen it. That can also be said in relation to the exercise of the technique of armed summons. With only one word of armed summons, his power was unleashed, and armed summonses were sent from different worlds. And I was able to see the surgical ceremony.

Perhaps the meaning of Azmaria's summons to Quon is hidden here.

Eventually, the overhead demon squares were completed.

Explosive light diffused from the demonic formation, smearing the night sky into pure white. I feel the running of power. A tremendous amount of power swirls, and something huge is shaped. Far above. No matter how far we reach from here, we cannot allow the manifestation of the Summoning Army to subside. Although it was something I knew when the procedure was complete.

It must have been natural for the twitch to have happened. The flashes that tear the dark night must have stained even the retina of one man white, though for a moment. It is an intense and fiercer stream of light than the light of Quon's shield. Extreme light that makes me want to scream just because I saw it. Overwhelming and violent fluctuations of power.

Surprise was natural.

"Azmaria-Altemax!

Quon had forgotten me and raised his voice.

After the light had disappeared, at the end of his gaze was a tremendously gigantic gate, yet like a ceiling covering the king's capital, Runeberel, which sometime had an easy-going and decadent shape.

The Gate of Vermilion, the gateway to a million worlds.

Quon watched as the intricately shaped gates slowly opened. The gate opens slightly, and we witness a leak of air from the other side of it. And when he made sure that there were countless red dots across the gate, he opened his eyes. An enlarged sensation sensitizes you to those intentions to kill. A bunch of killers sharpened like sharp blades.

And the gate opens completely.

The rain of the Imperial Devil poured down with the blackening temper.