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

My vision is dazzling. The senses are getting dull. I bled too much. Because I've taken a deep hand. Ridiculous, but I can't take it back. I have never heard of a convenient summoning weapon that would block the wound in an instant, and even if it existed in this world, the user was not in this army.

Lux-Vein was confused by the look of a man hugging a woman in the heart of a backwinding storm, but was also noticing himself as he was about to lose his mind.

I approached a man flying at low altitudes, but I got a terrible eye for it. I was chopped up by the storm and my whole body screamed. I have tears in my eyes for intense pain. I still manage to stay conscious, probably because I'm gripping Gravestone. If you let go, your consciousness must fly in an instant. It was so badly wounded. Sigurd has slapped a light mouth, but Lux wasn't quite there.

I managed to fix my fluttering body, and I was looking at a man,

If I flew away, I was going to slash it in again. Now it is time for the five bodies to be split apart, but if they can slaughter and kill a man before they do, they will survive safely.

I was anxious to know if that kind of temper was being passed on to them, but when I saw where they wouldn't move while building the storm zone, it seemed to work quite well. But that doesn't last either. I wasn't likely to have Lux's consciousness rather than a man moving out.

The storm-proof walls are strong.

Sigurd had been played without even being able to break through. Gin won't be able to do it either. Lux was able to break through because he was able to cleave the wind at Gravestone and slip himself into that gap. In a second slaughter, he cut off the wings of his opponent's armor. I was a little anxious to see if I could stop the flight with that, but it worked. Though we also considered the possibility that the slaughter would not pass, the enemy must have reached the main line if Lux hadn't flown over there. In that case, I don't know if Kuon even made it, although I think he protected the main force with the power of his shield.

Anyway, it is unfortunate that Lux could have stopped his enemies here.

The man keeps the storm barrier unfolding and doesn't try to move.

I don't know what you're thinking, but it was convenient not to attack the main force. Most importantly, the normal bow is not in the storm zone, and bombardment by the White Shield Hammerwoman cannot be expected to be effective. I just have to get into it, but you can have White Shield do that. Under the shield, we should be able to get close without a problem.

"Gentlemen of Gandia!

Unexpectedly, a man's voice sounded. He had a tall, slightly deaf voice, but he was also ambitious and brave.

The man was letting go of the girl he was holding.

"My name is Ginarvi. I have been granted the Holy See by the Lord Mirelbas-Ryburn and have come this far to destroy you all. but you guys were strong and we were weak. One of the causes of defeat is our weakness, but one must be my existence. I didn't really understand what a war was. That's all."

The speech of a man named Ginarvi. The stained words echo the battlefield. It would be around the center of the battlefield that he stands. The central units of both armies confronted each other and their sights would have staggered just at its centre. The storm is winding back, the river water is winding up, and the reflection of the moonlight makes it like a swirl of light.

"Well, gentlemen. For you guys to decide to win, you need to kill me. If you kill Holy General Ginavy-Wyburn, the army will lose its stirrups. I'm willing to fight. Your victory will be decisive."

It seemed that the members of the White Shield had finally arrived at the siege of the "Pale Wind". In front of Lux, the quon boy advances out. With Shield of Messiah protection, they would be intact and able to break through the storm zone. but quon and his men still don't move.

I guess I'm going to hear Ginarvi's last words for you. Too sweet. Too warm. Now is a good time. There is no way to miss now.

(but not bad......)

In his hazy consciousness, Lux laughed at his sweetness as well. But I think this is what the battlefield is all about. No one can mock what is ready to die in a fiercely polarizing battlefield.

"But before I do, I declare to you that I will take her, Fay-Vridia, as my wife! The marriage of Ginervy-Wyburn and Fay-Wyburn, look out!

The man who had unilaterally proclaimed sucked that lip when he could hold the little woman. The intense mouthpiece seemed to attract the depth of love between the two to the soldiers on the battlefield.

Lux had a barbaric voice in such astonishment that his consciousness was revived.

"Huh?"

"Good luck with that, dude"

I snapped like Sigurd was out of it.

"It must be this miserable because it's crazy"

Looking back along with Sigurd, Jin-Krall stood.

"Oh, Deputy."

"This is a report from the decree. Enemy right wing units destroyed. The Lucion army, which was hitting the right wing, deployed in the center, destroying the central unit along with the Myon Cavalry, and falling into an avalanche to the left wing of the enemy."

"Is the victory current?"

Sigurd crushed slightly, I guess, because it was too much of a fight. Successful ambushes have led to a situation of war. And as Zinarvi said, the enemy soldiers were too weak. The center threw up there hard, but still was not the enemy of the collaboration between "Pale Wind" and "White Shield".

Lux glanced back forward. In the swirl of light, a man and a woman are holding each other, talking about something. He talks about something in a voice that doesn't reach Lux's ear. The woman was in tears.

"Ginarvy-Wyburn......"

Kill him and this battle will be over.

"Oh, I'll never forget it. It's a name."

In Sigurd's remarks, Lux realized what he wanted to do.

I wanted to leave a living proof.

"Glad...!

When he let go of his lips, it was the joy itself for Ginarvi that Faye had a smile he had never seen before. Bring that luxurious body down to the ground as you see tears spill out of her eyes. I've always wanted to hold you like this, but that would be unacceptable. This is a battlefield.

Declaration of marriage on the battlefield against the scourge of war.

Witnesses are enemy soldiers, if they are engraved in enemy army records.

Neither heaven nor earth nor man will bless me or anything else. Everyone is taken aback, bitterly, coldly or ridiculously.

But that's fine.

It's a cursed life.

You don't have to worry about other people's ratings or anything to decorate that end. I just need you to testify. A man named Ginarvi-Wyburn, when he was cornered, went mad and married his subordinate woman, Fay-Vridia. All you have to do is keep a record of the deaths of Ginarvy-Wyburn and Fay-Wyburn.

"I have become Jina's wife."

Faye was hugging herself like a slumber. Strong, gentle as trapping all of the overflowing emotions in your chest.

Ginarvi was burning her figure like that into the retina. This is the end of the day. That's it. I have no regrets. You can die.

"Oh, and it's Wyburn. You don't have to be trapped in anything anymore."

"Yeah!"

Faye nodded forcefully at Ginarvi's words.

Ginarvi named it, not Ryburn. Wyburn. It was just a thought, but I was proud to say it was better than naming him Ryburn. There was nothing more to be freed from the bloody business of the Pendragon clan than this. Regardless, where I have changed my name, I cannot change the blood that runs through my two bodies. Cursed business and abominable blood will continue to flow until death.

But on the Gandhian army records, how about that?

The name to be engraved in the corner of the history of the country called Gandhia should be Ginavi-Wyburn, not Ginavi-Lyburn. It should be Fay-Wyburn, not Fay-Vridia.

Born in a country called Zalwarn, bound by the blood of the Pendragon clan, he was therefore abandoned and connected to the hell of the earth. In the darkness, I have continued to seek light. What I found was the soul of an equally light-seeking girl, whose contact stopped me from connecting Ginavi's still fragile soul to reality.

I want to make her happy.

That was just his driving force.

"I'm happiest, Gina."

Me too, Faye.

The two held each other only one more time and turned to their enemies.