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

Shortly after they thought the enemy had glowed, a belt of thunder passed over Baylon-Kuhn's head. Though he was startled for a moment, the thunder went a long way and there was no real harm. The blasting sound of the buckwheat left me uncomfortable in my ear, but that was all.

The surrounding archers raised their voices. From the wetlands to the walls. It was natural to be surprised, and even Baylon was surprised. But I don't feel threatened at all. They weren't even after Baylon. The enemy's armed summoner has only appropriately fired upon the walls. If you hit it, you might be able to make it seem like a threat even if you don't hit it.

"It's restraint. Never mind."

Baylon wiped the sweat from his forehead as he bulked the archers.

I noticed a muscle called a muscle all over my body screaming, and I was also guessing that I couldn't fool through it. It is difficult to deceive flesh anomalies. Sometimes a little injury affects the movement of the whole body. Even if your whole body is normal, it would be the same if fatigue accumulated.

I have continued to use the rigid bow with little rest. No matter how much flesh is built up and reputed to be monster stained, your health is finite and your muscles drain. Simply pulling the arrow on the rigid bow required considerable muscle strength, and it took concentration and mental strength to be awesome to hit the target.

He had already released nearly eighty arrows. Even though most of them were hit, fewer than half could have killed them. Since the Great Shieldman deployed, he needed extra arrows to break the formation of that shield. Destroy the line and shoot the arrow in its crevice. I don't know where the gap can be, if I don't look closely, but the debacle is something that will always arise. I'm human. No matter how much you train, you can't be perfect.

That was the same thing as Baylon. No matter how much you train, how much you work out, how much time you spend, you can't get inexhaustible health or have uninterrupted concentration. Humans are human beings. You can't be a monster, you can't be a monster.

Still, he has something to do.

Victory over Lord Wing.

That's all he wants.

The march speed of the enemy troops proceeding through the wetlands beneath their eyes is rising from the middle and will soon reach the range of the bow normally. That way Baylon can also stop the rigid bow and replace it with a regular bow. With a regular bow, you can definitely use it in its current state without difficulty.

Baylon commanded his men, when he took the arrow of the rigid bow.

"Get ready for the archers. Coming soon."

"Ha."

When his men replied in a prestigious manner, they stood up completely and spoke to the archers on the south wall.

"Army bowshots ready! All units, bow and fire!

How far the arrows released from the walls of the castle can reach the wetlands should be known by the senses of archers placed on the walls. That is the fruit of the blood seeping special training. Every day, without boredom, the power of repeated training should have made the power, accuracy of the archers' simultaneous shooting vicious. The enemy forces will be in a state of devastation before they reach Bahandar.

I think Baylon's bow was just a warning.

It was when Baylon set a bow, pulled an arrow with his clamping arm, and set a goal for the great shield soldiers in the center.

"Report! Master Wing Kaleggia has been discussed and the enemy is climbing here!

Baylon, for a moment, did not understand what the decree had said. Flashing, falling into suspension of thought. My head is about to turn white, but I reclaim myself by the screams of my soldiers. Looking back. Apparently, an archer who was trying to target an enemy climbing the stairs of the castle wall had been slashed in two by the time he was stunning. Blood blows up like a splash, and a bloody armored man rushes through it. Black spear in the hand. Setuna Zenon-Kamiya. At that moment, Baylon finally understood everything.

Has Lord Wing been killed?

Calleggia died in battle, and Baylon's dream was crushed.

I thought you were the one standing up there.

So let us offer victory with all our souls.

Baylon set the goal of the Rigid Bow arrow for an impending enemy.

But at that moment, the black spear flashed in front of him.

Grad-Clyde felt somewhat relieved that he was approaching the ridden hills of the fortified city. It is no exaggeration to say that the march, which began in the south of the wetlands, which stretches all around Bahandar, is finally welcoming the good. At the beginning of the march, the sun, which was about to rise to Jomtien, has already inclined and begun to prepare to set.

I keep walking for hours.

It was still good just after we broke into the wetlands. There was no threat from the enemy, and if only you had been careful at your feet, you could have kept some speed. Essentially, horseback riding was forbidden, the horse itself was taken to the wet ground, and a fall accident ensued. Although the ground was such that the fallen soldier would not be in such a situation that he would be seriously injured, the horse could be injured and riding travel other than that which was good at handling the horse was prohibited.

Grad was confident in his treatment of the horse. When I was younger, I was praised as Logner's best companion. Immediately, the march with additional instructions continued until midway through the wetlands. but that was it too. It was after Setuna and Ruufa left their troops and flew over Bahandar. An arrow flew in from Bahandar. It also boasted tremendous power and precision, which instantly damaged several people.

It was an unthinkable range with a normal bow, but also the possibility of Zalwarn's armed summoner. Assistant Captain Faria said it was unlimited.

Anyway, we had to form formations and slow down the march as well. The targeted carriage squad had to be left behind, and the plans went crazy.

The arrows that followed were powerful enough to bounce off the shields deployed on the front, penetrating easily, such as armor, and sometimes losing their lives, depending on where they hit. Though it was not many things that were pierced through the helmet and desperate, those that died in the abdomen, and the number of the dead, like the tragic death, could have affected overall morale.

But the Grad squad must move forward. The operation was in progress and was not allowed to stop.

Fortunately, the Grad squad had an awesome armed summoner named Assistant Captain Faria. The power of her subpoena weapon has allowed us to reward Setuna, who is waiting in the air, for the threat she is posing to us. Setuna was thrown down to Bahandar earlier than planned.

It is a black spear.

Apparently Gandia's spear strength to overshadow the battlefield was unfortunately demonstrated.

"The arrow has stopped."

Faria checked with Grad. As she put it, an arrow that had been fierce until just now, causing dozens of casualties, was no longer flying.

Too long silence for a small pause lies in the wetlands.

"Lord Setsuna, you've done it."

Grad saw the side of Faria. Her expression seems more relieved that the captain was able to confirm his safety than pleased with the success of the operation. Assistant Captain Faria must have been anxious, too.

A dropping operation from above the super sky that is outside enemy surveillance.

It's not roughly an ordinary man's conceived maneuver, though the performance of black spears is outrageous.

Ayn-Rajar's bizarre idea plucked him out of his temper, but certainly, this method was probably the safest in the current state of the war. If Setuna, who descended to Bahandar, cleans up more enemy soldiers alone, we can contain this damage as well. Soldiers are not abandoned pawns. It is Grad's idea that we should be allowed to survive as much as possible, and if we can, we do not want to undermine even one soldier.

All of that clinging goes to a boy named Setuna because he is an out of the standard existence of a black spear. I don't think it's pathetic. If Grad had powers like his, he would have moved on and been entrusted with it. Unfortunately, with the power of Grad and Deep Crimson, we can't have changed the war scene.

General Astal's adoption of Ayn's proposal can only be attributed to the fact that the price for victory is too great if it is another operation. The less sacrifice you pay, the better. Of course, if that leads directly to victory, I don't hate to make a lot of sacrifices. He is such a man with the General.

So few sacrifices were made in Logner's defeat. You didn't have to lose your soldiers' lives in vain. As a result, Gandia's power is moist and leads to the invasion of Zalwarn.

Everything is intricately intertwined, creating the status quo.

When I noticed, I was treading about two-thirds of the wetlands. It would fit by the time I got into the normal bow range, but I didn't seem to have to worry about the arrow rain.

"Restart the carriage march, release the shield, and increase the march speed"

When Grad ordered his men, he went back to find his horse.

"No arrow rain. It's sunny today."

"Shall I let you down with a spear?"

"Jokes are tough."

It would be about his deputy Nina-Sentol to hang out with the Dorka-Form bullshit of the Second Legion of the Western Advancement Army.

Third regiment leader Ayn-Rajar glanced around, silently killing something that wasn't even a crazy fight going on behind his back. The mixed units of the Second and Third Legions were, for convenience, named the main unit. Even so, it's just the name of the operation right now, but ease of call Ease of remembering is important.

There is not a single vacancy in the wetlands of Bahandar, in the troops proceeding east of it. Everyone, their feet were muddy, seeping fatigue into their faces, but no one or he suffered a single wound. The same goes for the Troop Leaders, and both of the Legion Leaders are unharmed, as is General Right Eye.

Everything was carried too well, and Ain was sometimes taken aback.

I knew there would be nothing until half the wetlands. I just deployed an archer on the walls of Bahandar, and the bow has something called range. A fortified city on a hill. The height of its walls was not ideal for earning bow range, but that is not why it reaches super-range enemies. Even if they arrive from Bahandar, they range from less than a third of the wetlands.

Of course, if this one had a large array of bows so powerful that I don't know, it would have been a different story, and it would have been a threat, but fortunately that didn't happen.

The squad marched as expected.

Though the guys who went on horseback fell or the infantry was taken by the mud and plunged into the wetlands, they were like ending up with a joke.

I just went for the hill.

In doing so, Ruufa, who had descended from the sky, brought me a message from Setuna.

Apparently, there was something strange about the Grad squad and I would have liked to have thrown it down earlier than planned to deal with it. That's fine. I don't think anything's going to go according to the operation, Ayn. Something unexpected happened and it's natural.

What made Ein happy was after that.

Setuna is

"After the drop, destroy the archers on the walls to ensure the safety of the march"

and so on, and that was Ayn's very idea. All I'm saying in the military arena is flashy rampage, but I hope they finally stop attacking this side of the enemy army. It's just temporary, like the mess of throwing. There's no way we can rely on that to march.

So I took the bet that I would throw down Setuna. Consolidating the results and information of the Black Spear so far, I decided that it would be bearable if it were about a throw from a high altitude, but it must still be a bet. Even if the spear is safe, it is unclear whether Setuna's body will remain. I think Setsuna would have to, and I think he's human, too. No matter how many battles you leave behind and how many enemies you kill, you're a seventeen-year-old boy. Don't forget that.

But still, I guess Ein proposed this operation because of his passion for Setuna.

Setsuna would definitely open up any situation.

That day, on the battlefield, Ayn, who was serving as an Astar-Lanadies offering, witnessed his best friends, acquaintances and colleagues, who had been transferring words until just now, becoming an unspeakable corpse with a wave of black spears. The black spear, which flew from nowhere, did not aim for General Flying's life, but rather sacrificed the General's offerings for victory and defeat.

The soldiers, who jumped on black spears to defend the life of the general, were pierced, mutilated, broken, smashed to death at the next moment. Ein fell in love with me so much that she forgot about the slaughter that was going on in front of me.

This is what dies.

Overwhelming rampage. Irrational extreme threat. It's just destruction, just killing. There is no good or evil there. Death as the result of a pure struggle was rambling.

Ein was prepared to become part of that death.

But when the hundredth dead came out, Astar's determination spared him death.

Having unintentionally survived, Ayn had been looking into a person named Setuna the Black Spear ever since. Even in the rushing post-war Myrum, there was just no day to keep gathering information about Setuna and not think about him. Maybe that's similar to love, but it would be a little different.

Ein has lived his days looking forward only to seeing Setuna one day. The same goes for continuing military personnel. Many of my colleagues who witnessed that harsh dance of death have left the army. I don't even know how that feels. It's weirder to be attracted to something like that and be ecstatic. I also know that it is not normal. I guess that's why you keep military personnel.

Madness lies on the battlefield, and it is on the spot where life and death intersect that Ein's path to life lies.

While we thought so, the front row of the main unit went through the wetlands and reached the Bahandar hills.

"What do you mean?

Astar on the horse questioned it, probably because the castle gate was open. It was hard to understand in the long run, but if you give it to the bottom of the hill, I can see it clearly. Normally, castle gates are kept closed to prevent enemies from entering, and they were prepared to choose and open closed castle gates.

"Is that a trap?

"It won't be there."

Ein assured me. It didn't even rain an arrow. It is unthinkable that enough force remains to draw the enemy into the castle and overthrow the siege. No, regardless of the power of the war, the will may no longer be equal to nothing. The Bahandar soldiers must have noticed this approach. Even though it was, there wasn't even any sign of a strike out.

It's like an empty castle.

But it's not total silence. Sometimes I could hear screams and yells about whether there was a small battle going on somewhere in the fortified city.

Is Setsuna rampaging around?