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

A city worthy of ruins lies in the sight of Gray-Barzelg.

Cities that once glorified themselves as the capital of Melisol are no longer only exposing their unbroken remains to the sunset.

Melisol.

It is the birthplace of Gray and a small country to which he has pledged allegiance. The three thousand fierce men under him were also born and raised here. Too much force compared to the size of the country was probably the secret to surviving a small country named Melisol for a long time. It was the expansion of the force that made the country. It was about ten years ago that such a military state was defeated by Zalwarn. The land was completely subdued, and the royal nobility, the military and the people came under the control of a powerful nation called Zalwarn.

Grey and the others had nothing more to offer than to follow Zalwarn than to have taken the people hostage.

As such, it dawned on the battle.

Without even realizing the fact that they are betraying and destroying Melisol.

It was all too late when I found out.

Crying and screaming were void sounding openings.

There is no shadow in the ruins.

The Imperial Devil was nesting, but he had already struck it down. Though the wounded came out for it, they were not dead. That was just the army he built up. Ravaged, ravaged, haunted, and annihilated a crowd of Imperial Demons as his will went. But the underlying palace of the capital was filled with the royal demon's temper and deathly odor, and it took time for man to be able to live.

But that's fine.

There was no king left in this palace, and his blood was cut off. Better to be abandoned as ruins and buried in history.

Gray thinks about that all the time as he looks out for the shining White Asian palace in the sunset. I have about fifty people with me. It's ruin. If you run into it, it's like a bandit or an Imperial Demon. There was no need to mobilize all the troops to just sentiment.

The main unit is not in the capital. It is arranged on a southwest Fort Gallon. From the capital, the Dragon House is too far away. That was Gray's sensory story, but that was what mattered to him. I don't think I can see the dragon house moving from the capital, but I can tell from Fort Gallon. I don't actually see it. But I feel like I'm seeing it. Don't rely too much on your senses, but don't underestimate them. In a subtle taunt, he was based at Fort Gallon.

It is not a battle to rebuild Melisol. That's impossible. No royal family has sworn allegiance, no people. They're all dead. There is nothing to protect, and there is no Lord to offer victory. There can't be a daemon or anything.

"Let's die."

He went to the left and right.

Let's die.

Fight, fight out, die.

You can leave what you want to live for - that said, there was not one that left. Three thousand, none of them followed him without a shortage. He said there was no need to die with benevolence or love, but no one took it together. It shouldn't have meant there was no way to live away from Gray. Each of them is an excellent warrior. Speaking of fighting under Gray Barzelg, you'll find as many suppliers as you can. Every country craves talent. But this is what his men do.

"We are the hands and feet of the general."

Therefore, I do not think.

Gray heard their answer and regretted it only slightly. I've done nothing but ruin while I was there. It was an irreplaceable gray that raised them to become the hands and feet from scratch. One breath, one hanging voice moves freely, changing formation as Grey thinks it is, ravaging the battlefield. It was the strongest army we aimed for. Nothing in line, invincible battle rides. To protect Melisol, he had to be strong. Just be strong. Stronger. In the process the soldiers became the hands and feet of Gray, the breathing, the will. My hands and feet cannot live away from my flesh. The pain in young people for having picked their future echoed in vain in his heart.

They're thinking the same thing as Gray.

I'm looking for a place to die.

Though three thousand, most are combatants. Though the fort could not have been left with food or anything else in a place similar to the ruins, and if we ran out of the food we were carrying when we arrived in Melisol, we should have run out of all military life.

But now that more than a month had passed in formation at Fort Gallon, Gray and his men had survived. There were people who welcomed this incident, the departure of the strongest troops inside Zalwarn, with their hands up.

It is a neighboring Gibelle. This country, adjacent to the east of Zalwarn, was initially in friendship with Zalwarn. They couldn't get Gibbel down there either as Zalwarn or coming out poorly. At one point, there was an anomaly in Kruselk in the north. Kruselk, who should have been nothing more than a weak small country, became so shoulder-to-shoulder with Gibelle, including inflation at an overwhelming rate. Zibel felt threatened by Kruselk and asked Zalwarn to cooperate. Alliance and strike the enemy of the North. Zalwarn silenced himself. At the time Zalwarn was chased to handle the civil conflict and couldn't even afford to send soldiers to another country, but I guess Gibbel resented it. In fact, it might not have meant that if Zalwarn had sent out his soldiers and held Kruselk together with Zibel, he would have been cut off a third of Zibel's national territory to Kruselk.

Gibbell, since then, seems to have hated Zalwarn and released intelligence agents inside. And I guess I've learned about Gray's departure and assisted with food and supplies. Most of all, they're hiding who they are. I'm not trying to stand out and have negotiations with Gray, I'm just bringing food and supplies to Fort Gallon. And by exchanging it for money, he takes the form that it was done on his own by a merchant blinded by money making money. We have no intention of turning Zalwarn into a full-scale enemy.

Gibbel is just lowering his anger bucket at Zalwarn. That's what keeps the Greys alive and puzzles the kingdoms of the Dragon House. That would be all. So Gray didn't pursue what they were either.

To get a place to die, you have to live.

"To die, live."

Anything that loses its purpose to live for, it has to die. But it's just boring to die. At the very least, I must reward you with one arrow. We sent troops into Fort Gallon to wait for that opportunity. If you're just going to die, you can also storm the Dragon House. You get paid back, you die.

Maybe that was good too.

"To die... crap"

"Better than enjoy a meaningless raw"

Grey narrowed his eyes as he returned the words. The voice was heard from inside the palace. I had never even heard of a person who liked to enter a space filled with air and death odors. My men, alert to enemy attacks, deploy around them. Ten elites. The remaining forty are divided into ten teams, turning to exploration in the city. It's not about expecting survivors. It's a city where the Imperial Devil is gone. There is no chance that the thieves will become Negishi. That is not to be overlooked as the minister of Melisol.

Under the sunset, a man and a woman came out of a red-burning palace.

"Both, crap"

The man, young. I look like I'm in my mid-twenties. Dark hair, black eyes. Should an even body shape be seen as a sign of being well trained? The travel costumes indicate that he does not live in this neighborhood. The problem is with women. A woman who stands close to a man can tell at first glance that she is not human. Blue hair, blue and white skin, red eyes seemed radiant. And a pair of horns protruding from between your hair. He was dressed in a similar outfit as a man, but he couldn't hide who the woman was. The Imperial Devil.

Admitting tension ran between his men, he controlled with his hands. There was no harm done to the man and the Imperial Demon woman. But that's why we can't lift the alert. The Imperial Devil is a natural enemy of man. That is the insanity of the world. I also feel it when I battle a bunch of Imperial Demons. They have no intention of dividing themselves with humans.

"What do you live for?"

"For revenge"

Men don't even laugh. Gently, I went on.

"It's just a crap emotional process, too."

For a while, there was silence. A feverish breeze sweeps through and grinds Gray's cheeks. Tensions persist. If the Imperial Devil moves, Grey's men must pop out inspired by it. Of all the urgency, the man doesn't look like he's moving.

I observe Gray in grandeur.

"Nice to meet you, General Grey-Balzerg. I'm Yubel."

In one word, the Greys' tension culminated. I'm running into a hell of a big guy.

Speaking of Yubel, I can only think of one. He is the man who dominates the present Kruselk and is known by the two names of the Demon King. Appearing out of nowhere, he overwhelmed Kruselk with overwhelming power, forcing the king of the time to give up his throne. Having seized the throne, he said, with his skill, he had replaced Kruselk with a mighty nation. It is also said that it was by his hand that he took a third of Gibbel.

The two names of the Demon King came from rumors that he was a usurper and that he was making the Imperial Devil obey, and Gray hadn't even stopped caring. But now I know. Yubel obeys the Imperial Devil, and the alias of the Demon King is not a lie.

"Why is His Majesty the Demon King here?

"There were rumors that the general was going to consign with Gibbel to attack our country, so I came to make sure."

"... What's the truth?

"The General is a bore one. Well, fine."

Yubel looked to Gray.

"Let me help you"

His eyes were emitting discolorations.