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

"And the enemy is just Gandia's weak soldier! You're not scared enough!

Gordon-Fenec laid eyes on a crimson military flag that flipped across the opposing enemy line and flew all the scolding he could to his men. It's a bright, bright night in the moon that I could recognize, not that. We've been fighting each other since morning. Everyone must have understood so much. The crimson flag depicted the side of a silver lion. Speaking of silver lions, the symbol of Gandhia is a famous story. Even Gordon knows. And it was a known story among the military that Gandia's soldiers were weak soldiers.

Gordon had heard of Zalwarn when it comes to the number of soldiers, Logner when it comes to the quality of soldiers, and Gandhia when it comes to the flair of soldiers. Gandia army soldiers say they compete for the flair of armor and weapons over strength. If that's normal, there's no problem, but it's troublesome because it's only on the battlefield that they compete for that fancy. Nevertheless, it also seems to be about the period before Leongand became king, when his predecessor lay on the hospital bed and the king was absent from the battlefield.

Still, I guess the soldiers had some effect. More than seven hundred of his men had begun to respond fully to the march of the enemy forces. Feeling like sending them to a dead place, which has also been painful in Nagrasia, Gordon did not know and was moving the horse forward. Immediately, I saw a good battle between the troops under my command and the enemy forces. On the front line, it seems to be a fierce battle. Arrows fly from the rear of the enemy, but this one also releases a losing and an arrow.

But the numbers are higher for the enemy. The remnants of the Third Dragon Scale Army alone are determined to push down, but by turning the 300 of the Sixth Dragon Scale Army, which was kept by the Holy General, to the front line, thickens the fence. It's not Gordon's decision that it's better than losing and the formation collapsing.

"Lord Wing, stand down. It hits the flow arrow."

"But you are!

I raised my voice to my men's infusion, perhaps because I sincerely want to step back. Gordon somehow wanted to leak a bitter laugh into his calm mind. Nevertheless, Gordon's entity on the battlefield suffers stuffily in the fear and zeal of battle.

"Only when you're ready to die is you on the front line. You don't have the strength to fight. Leave it to us."

Though he was assured he didn't have the strength to fight, Gordon didn't even boil his anger. It's all true. He is a civilian ascendant and not a man who should have been appointed to the post of Wing General, etc. I have only dreamed of becoming a high-ranking bureaucrat in the centre and living in a leisurely and comfortable way. That is what this is all about. I can't laugh.

He decided to retreat as his men told him and watch the end of the battle.

It was just after that that there was an anomaly in the central rear of the Autonomous Front.

He shook his head at the confusion swing from the main formation to the left and right.

The ambush of enemy forces from the rear of the main unit should have been handled successfully. However, a much higher number of enemy cavalry troops than we could have imagined has led to the current state of confusion. About four hundred archers couldn't kill him. To the furious arrival of the surviving cavalry, he himself, even remembered fear.

The roaring horseshoe, the roaring cry, sounded like it cracked in my head. It would have been a failure for him to leave the scene. If we had stayed on that spot and fought to prevent the cavalry's main intrusion, the confusion might have been minimized. I know I'm losing it late, even if I regret it. Still, he couldn't help laughing at his stupidity.

"Ha-ha."

Sensory enhancement by Tenryu Kid brings him numerous pieces of information.

Of the enemy forces, the left wing, the central front row and the right wing were crossing the river and attacking their own positions. The right-wing Kerr unit is under attack by Lucion's troops. They call it the White Saints, but it's not in his memory. Left-wing Gordon's troops were being pushed by regular Gandia troops. It seems to be a good fight, but how long will it last?

The center is well held. That would be something like the Fourth Dragon Tooth Army.

In the center of the twin wings formation, 500 members of the Fourth Dragon Tooth Army were placed in the front row and 500 members of the Sixth Dragon Scale Army were lined up in the middle to rear rows. Moreover, two hundred members of the Sixth Dragon Scale Army had borrowed for the interception of enemy ambushes, essentially, eight hundred of them maintaining a central front. Their enemy is an armed summoner. Occasional explosions are nothing more than unreasonable violent repression for them. It is ravaged by overwhelming power and scattered without the art of exchange.

Eventually, the central front will also see the worries of collapse.

Soldiers die pointlessly. Fight pointlessly, sprinkle your life pointlessly, despair pointlessly, cry pointlessly. There is no point in this battle. There can't be. Such a self-derision passed behind his brain.

Ginarvi's dreams go away.

"A dream?"

He was burning Faye's figure in the retina, chopping his enemies to leap, under the moonlight. In the brightness of what I don't see as the night, her sword dance is beautiful and awesome to comfort Ginarvi's heart. It cleaves the cavalry from horse to horse and instantly turns it into a piece of flesh. Blood rain pours down, dyeing the battlefield red.

"What is a dream?

Ginarvi kicked the horse when he cut and killed the cavalry approaching from behind with a sword like a retrospective. Enhanced leg strength also makes it easy to leave the horse giant. The horse ran away somewhere with a hiss. It means I didn't have to die.

"New country... new heavens and earth... no, you're not"

He shakes his head. From around us, we can see countless hostilities approaching. Flood-like swarms of intent to kill. He may have identified Ginarvi as the enemy general.

Seeing, dozens of cavalry surrounded Ginarvi and were swirling. It gradually shrinks its width. I would have crushed the escape. How the cavalry looms as they swirl at high speeds, that's horrible. Indeed, there is no escape, and it is visible that it will continue to be crushed.

But he laughed.

Meditate and portray the diffusion of power behind your brain. While doing so, the siege by the cavalry has narrowed. Faye's help is not coming. Not because she's obsessed with killing. Trust. I don't even doubt Ginarvi's strength. Because we know that, he's gonna leave her alone, too. I have trust there, too. You don't have to question her powers.

He opened his lid. In front of me, the tip of the cavalry's spear was glistening. But that spear never touched Ginarvi. Because the burst of explosive force that erupted from Ginarvi's feet launched all the cavalry in the swirl high in the sky. The swirling power roars and sounds like a dragon roar. The enemy cavalry is not the only one to rise. Wind up the gravel and fly the surrounding allied soldiers into the sky as well. Side by side deserted. No longer had anything to do with enemies or allies.

In the running of mighty power, he watched the light.

Forward, I just see a path pushing in a straight line. Path of light. There is a path to victory. Ahead, there is the General of the enemy army.

It was confirmed that there was an enemy general under the flag of the general raised to provoke. According to the report, Alghazard-Balghazar. General White Ong of Gandia. His name, Ginarvi, was well known. For more than a decade, Algazard has been active.

If you kill him, the enemy army is likely to pull up the soldiers together. It's the general. How many things try to win until you lose your commander? He won't be there. Even Ginarvi is the same. If Ginarvi dies, all his men will either flee or surrender. That's what it is.

Ginarvi looked at Faye as she gave a self-derisive grin at the edge of her mouth. You can't even look at enemy soldiers, horses, and self-defeated soldiers who keep falling. Painful screams, horse chirping, and resentment of Ginarvi had not reached his ears, but they were not remembered.

The goddess of slaughter dancing in the moonlight looked at Ginarvi and laughed glossy.

"The enemy is coming......!

Quon became nervous about the overwhelming approaching of malice. The hypertrophy of the senses caused by the summons of the Shield of Messiah captures it. It's a strong sign. Should it also be a lump of pure intent to kill? That, from the central rear row of the enemy formation, was seen marching towards this one.

Quon commanded the members.

"Build a wall!

"Ha!"

In the midst of a turbulent battle with enemy central units, dozens of members line up side-by-side with Quon to build a wall. It's not thick, but it doesn't make a difference to an iron wall shield. Robust walls that can withstand any attack. If you're even careful overhead, you can say that it's not the first time you get broken through. But it is in turmoil. Even though the enemy's attacks would be rendered powerless, it was troublesome to stop following the ally's guard.

Turning to the blast, Mion's cavalry and his horse cavalry were dancing in the universe again. I guess it's a summoning armed of enemy armed summoners, but even so, it's not a Shield of Messiah threat. If it is powerful enough to launch a cavalry, it is possible to protect all members of the regiment. However, damage is done to the "Pale Wind" group members who are not protected.

Kuon watched over the impending enemy march speed. By the time I realized it, I was getting into Kuon's sight. Man wrapped in platinum torso armor. It flies like a slip through low altitude, approaching this way. I also saw a woman on my back. Two. That's who the overwhelming malice is. You two, it's one will.

The ironic grin of a man approaching Kuon's sight did not know what it was against. Are you haunting a storm, his enemies and allies on his path are blown up, the river water is blown up, and the pebbles are rolled up. Regardless, it is not powerful enough to act on the quons. It was a force that could be controlled by the Shield of Messiah. But it's not capable of stopping what flies.

So what do we do?

"Illis!"

Iris was jumping toward a man who would jump over his head faster than Quon would scream. Even if the sword flashes with both hands, it won't reach the man. Metal sounds. A woman jumped off a man's back and took the slaughter of Illis. A knife is held in both hands of the woman. When they landed, they didn't stare at each other, and hit each other with a sword.

A man slowly breaks through the White Shield formation. In Waldo and Mana, which unfolded left and right, we can't make it.

"I won't let you pull it out!

The sigurd of "The Pale Wind" shook a hammer at the man, but he was blown away without being able to get close to him before the wrapping storm of the man, as he slapped him. The same goes for the following gin. But Lux isn't. He approached the man behind him at an awesome rate and jumped. A storm rips his whole body apart, but Lux doesn't even care. And somehow it was breaking through the storm barrier.

(Sword Ghost...!

It was his alias that was behind Kuon's brain.