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

Gordon thought it was like he was having a bad dream.

The soldiers in the Gandia army, indeed, seemed weak. Seven hundred men under Gordon and three hundred men in the Sixth Dragon Scale Army have done more than I could have imagined. It's great because it succeeded in pushing back enemy troops that were approaching the riverside to the opposite shore, and another third shredded.

There was no point in Gordon becoming the top heaven.

He was mistaken as to whether war was such an easy thing, but reason stopped him from pushing it. It must have been Gordon's timidity to remember his defeat in Nagrasia, but thanks to it he didn't have to wave barbaric courage. His heart trembled violently, even if he stayed in a left-wing position with his men and was just delighted with the transmission from the front line.

By the time the death toll of the Third Dragon Scale Army exceeded fifty, he could no longer be there, but his men admired him strongly and managed to stay on his feet. There's nothing useful about incompetence being on the front line. If there is, there is no sound whatsoever to the spicy assessment that it is about becoming an ally wall.

Gordon just waited. I even believed in the time of victory. The weakest Gordon unit prevails. Other troops must be pushing to push too - such expectations were nothing more than making noises and collapsing before the tragic news that would then jump in.

Says the Seventh Dragon Scale Army, led by Kell-Clouver, deployed to the right wing, is nearing devastation. From the rear of the main unit, enemy ambushes appear, interceptions are vain, and the chain of command is disrupted after a heavy blow. The central front has also been pushed, which would mean that only the Gordons were fighting well.

He wanted to yell at me for such absurdity, but there was no way I was willing to, and I held my head in with a sigh.

There, Lucion's horseback squad came in.

The soldiers in the left-wing position had mostly paid off, and Gordon, thanks to the judgment of his men, was able to flee with his life.

Go to the river as you are guided by your men and rendezvous with 200 members of the Third Dragon Scale Army. That made me feel a little relieved, but I'm pretty sure it was an impossible situation to say the same. From the rear is approaching Lucion's horseback squad, and although it is the troops on the front line that are fighting well, if Lucion's horseback is shocked, it is more obvious than seeing fire that they will be sandwiched and destroyed.

Gordon raised his voice and, along with two hundred, opposed the horseback riding squad.

but in an instant I was kicked.

Before the overwhelming breakthrough of Lucion's proud horseback squad, Gordon and his two hundred soldiers had no skill to exchange.

It's so strange to be alive.

He watched the starry sky as he fell on his back. In the middle of the river. The water depth is shallow, and there's nothing like water coming into your ears. The coolness of the river's water seems to make battlefield enthusiasm a distant one. Calm down, he leaked a bitter laugh at the illusion that he was naturally called upon to do.

Whether or not the countless stars instantly in the night sky have taken the souls of the soldiers scattered on this battlefield tonight.

The moon is big. It's so huge, it's pouring out enormous amounts of light that I'm sick of.

When he woke up his upper body, the soldiers, who were also kicked in by the horseback squad, were about to get up. Luckily, there aren't any dead people out there, they're all done with minor injuries. I guess this was done because the goal of the Horse Riders wasn't the Gordons. The aim is probably to rescue the Gandhian army and to pinch the Gordon squad on the front line.

Gordon didn't stop hoping that even one of them would survive. He can only do that. I was just attacked from behind the horseback squad, pinched by further reinforcements, and just driven into a predicament.

A roaring horseshoe is coming this way from a left-wing position. hindsight for pinching. The Gandhian army is trying to make victory decisive.

Let's get out of here.

One of my men suggested it, but Gordon, he didn't say anything.

There's no escape, either.

(Let's surrender)

It is also significant that Gordon thought so because it was clear that this defeat would make his future more and more dangerous. but more importantly, he was exhausted.

His heart never rested this way from his defeat in Nagrasia. The peace of mind was destroyed by the tyrant who became Ginarvi, while he also wondered if he could rest by reuniting with Kerr. The remains of those who leaked their grievances but were decapitated for them may have been our own tomorrow. Fear of war. Only following Ginarvi was Gordon's way to survive.

That's how I stand here.

I was losing track of what the fight was for. I know the big deal of homeland defense. Absolute justice. It is clear that everyone will risk their lives and scatter for it. Because is it convincing, such as following a man who kills his people for it and dying?

Gordon walks away flustered. My men followed him, but he couldn't even speak to his men.

(I want to go home to Nagrasia......)

Nagrasia is not home, but his wife is waiting. My desire to see my wife was growing stronger every day. I just want to hold her fuzzy body. Wouldn't it be nice to have a day like that?

To do this, we have to survive.

Gordon, when he opened his eyes, commanded his men.

Survive.

Ginarvi was exploring the signs around him as he unfolded the water barrier caused by the tornado.

Vision is rough and obscure with water and wind. I can only laugh bitterly at the current situation, where the means of confronting an invisible enemy is also detrimental to me. No, how do you fight this mighty enemy in the first place? How to fight and how to die. If you die like that, will it be on the record? I wonder how intense the battlefield marriages between Ginarvy-Wyburn and Fay-Wyburn will be recorded if they remain like death.

In his head, that was all he had.

I don't even think about it, like trying to win. It's settled now. When the enemy forces succeeded in an ambush and this interception failed, the battle trend was decided.

Maybe that's it.

I guess this would not have happened if more troops had been available for interception and Ginarvi himself had wielded his powers. At that time, if I hadn't been overwhelmed by enemy ambushes, if I hadn't touched the horror of what I call a battlefield, I might have won.

He mocked himself. I can't help but consider the possibilities. You don't even have to regret it. Thanks to the defeat, I was able to blow it off. He was freed from all curses and was able to be one with both Faye and fame.

That's all I need.

That's enough.

To adorn the end of a cursed and bloody life is too brilliant enough.

I didn't care about Mirell Bus. All hatred and affection came to fruition in the past. About my mother, my brother, and my sister, I can disappear from my head.

(I am the Holy Admiral Ginarvy-Wyburn...)

I'm not from the Ryburn family.

That's why it's enriching.

I can die.

Ginarvi noticed signs approaching. From the other side of the water wall, an iron hammer woman looms. An armed summoner. You must have a flesh forged up on your back from what looks like a deep-window maid. Though he was not alarmed, he also had to break his consciousness to an invisible enemy. A woman kicked the bottom of the river. A water splash dances. A woman comes through the water flow barrier. Ginarvi dodged a sudden hammer blow with long hair twinkling and a sharp gaze shooting through Ginarvi by flying backwards. Do not touch the hammer. It would be a bad idea to take it with a sword. Her hammer caused the pebble to explode just now.

I kept the water flow barrier unfolding and kept my distance from the woman.

Moment after moment, the tip blew off Ginarvi's left arm elbow. Only for that moment did the figure of the man who swung through the iron fist appear in his sight. In the ensuing moment, the man's figure scratched off again and became a threat.

"You're overlapping...!

In a severe pain that seemed to erase consciousness, Ginarvi wrapped her tongue around a coordinated attack between a man and a woman. If you break the water flow barrier at the same time as a woman, you can't even notice Ginarvi.

He laughed at the amount of blood falling zero from the wound on his left arm. Death is definitely approaching. But it's still not enough. It's not rampant enough yet. More. We need to be more violent. I have to prove that there was Ginervi-Wyburn here.

"Hey, Faye?

Ginarvi, speaking his wife's name, raised her altitude.