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

A storm rocking heaven and earth stopped.

Everything that was winding up comes down one after the other. The water, the stones, the dust, the weapons, the bodies, they come down like heavy rain. I guess it can be called the war itself. Though relentlessly risen from the center of the battlefield, it falls mercilessly. Some fell to the ground and splashed, while many landed on the river surface to give water a splash.

It showed that this battle was over.

The Holy General Ginavy-Wyburn, who was producing a storm, was breathless, and the power of the Summoning Army ceased to work.

And the battle will end more than the Commander is dead. Soldiers of the surviving enemy must head to convergence unless the situation can be dispensed with and resisted.

Quon waited for the rain of the war to stop before returning the Shield of Messiah. A pure white shield becomes a particle of light and returns to another world. The moment I saw it, fatigue pushed him over like a flood, fluttering his legs.

"Are you kidding me? Quon."

I'm just a little tired.

While his body was supported by Illis, who apparently stood next to him at some point, Quon tried to prevent fatigue from appearing on his expression. I don't want to worry about my people, but I couldn't have looked like that more than I had no certainty that the fight was over. There may still be something. The external impression that the White Shield's leader is losing his mind when that happens would not be good. That's all, he resists the sweet temptation of stunning.

The truth is, I was attacked by a tremendous sense of weakness and even remembered the glare.

It was a recoil due to the long run of the Shield of Messiah. Of course, there would have been no wear and tear so far had we limited our protection to only the White Shield members, even for a long time.

Finally, Ginarvi used the power of his own summoning armies to generate a giant tornado. It was going to be a storm as if it would involve the entire battlefield, trying to blow everything away. At that time, Kuon used his shield power to the limit, protecting not only those around him, but all over this battlefield.

Strong protection was needed to counter Ginarvi's storm. It was an unprecedented attempt on the part of Quong himself, such as sending it across the battlefield, but he had to do it. The consciousness flew to much depletion, and if the destruction caused by the collaboration of the Walds were delayed by even a few seconds, Quon would have lost his mind and the shield's protection would have vanished.

In that case, Ginarvi's storm could have soared heavenly and turned the battlefield itself upside down.

It was a dangerous bet.

or so, there was no idea that only the White Shield members would be protected. And there was too much respite to protect only our allies. Neither the enemy nor his allies were better than allowances or guarding as soon as possible. Thanks to that, they've worn it out more than I imagined.

"Quon!"

Looks like Illis could have hugged me, but I'm not sure. My consciousness was getting blurred. The vision is blurred and the sound is distant. It sounds like you're cheering, and it sounds like anger. I didn't even see a way to connect the cloudy consciousness to this world.

There was no triumphant aftertaste, etc., and he just laughed at his weakness, which could not resist the temptation of the sleeper either.

Lux, who landed on the river surface with the remains of Ginarvi-Wyburn, distorted his expression to severe pain causing all over his body. It is not a shock of landing. The ability of the Summoning Army, the Shield of Messiah, kept Lux's flesh in complete shelter. No water will wet or stain the wound. Absolute wallproofing. Perhaps if it were more complete, even the air would cease to pass. In that case, it's called the strongest shield you can kill, and it's a covenant to be feared.

Lux leaked a bitter laugh at the idea he came up with to escape the awesome pain that irritated his entire body. The cause of the pain is known. That's the wound I received when I first jumped on Ginarvi. The storm barrier had just chopped up Lux's entire body and caused him to bleed massively. It is so strange that he remains conscious, and it can be said that it was close to a miracle that he was able to kill Ginarvi.

Reluctant only to fall over Ginarvi's body, Lux fell backwards. The hand that holds the pattern of the sword does not loosen, pulling it out of the body, while falling. The pouring dirt and water covered my sight. Eventually, I can't see anything. The shock will not come. Thanks to the power of the shield.

(That's where my apprentice's friend is)

Crushing all over his chest, he stopped, trying to think of Kuon-Kamiya's face in the back of his brain. I realized I couldn't remember much. Because the pain is painful, it is not. Lux wasn't originally good at remembering the faces of others. I only remember the person you need to remember. Firstly, it is a sigurd, a gin. I've never forgotten the two faces. Then it was the members, and you should remember them there, too. Then the face of Setuna, the disciple. Red eyes like blood strike me. The rest are just people who don't care. Kuon also still only becomes a person who doesn't care, no matter how much he gets up.

Get up slowly. I bite my teeth in pain, but it wasn't like it would fit with it. When you stand up with your sword supporting your body instead of your wand, the misery around you pops into your sight.

It was exactly after the storm.

The river surface, which was beautiful, was drifting with dirt and sand, black and cloudy, and the bodies of soldiers and horses brought from somewhere were rolling. I guess it's because of the bloody mess. Thinking he had left the body of a soldier, the weapons were scattered across the river and around him. I get the impression that the river is a little wider. Rather than curved to draw circles? Looks like Ginarvi's storm has changed the terrain too. I'm pretty sure you couldn't have just eaten it properly. At the same time, he roars at the accuracy of Quon's judgment. Thanks to his guardianship in time, Lux was safe.

The impotence is not due to the power of the shield.

You scaffolded me.

When I looked at him uncomfortably, a man like a mass of muscle that couldn't even beat Sigurd, almost stood up. A black hand covering both arms disappears with the light. Armed summoner. I forgot my first name, but being a member of the White Shield is obvious from the outfit. In that regard, their uniforms were appreciated.

What he has come to would have been that Lux made his back a scaffold for a leap, emptying the blow. There was no other way to reach Ginarvi over the sky than to do so, and there was no guarantee that even scaffolding him would reach it. If Ginarvi's purpose had not been death, he would have easily escaped. But Ginarvi did not escape and accepted Lux's sword.

"You owe it to me to win, and you're not gonna complain, are you?

"That's right."

It was no surprise that the man didn't argue, but it must have been irrelevant to Lux. As he and the hammer woman began to talk about something horizontally, Lux saw Ginarvi's remains. A stream of rivers is pushing the dirt and sand down his remains.

It was a tranquil death face.

At the bottom of the water, my eyes are closed to sleep. No, actually, he slept. I fell asleep forever.

(Ginarvy-Wyburn...... or)

Lux didn't hate his death. If you die untrained like him, it must be painful and refreshing. Death is for everyone. The problem is, how to die. Do you die in the ordinary or in the war? Do you suffer from the disease and die, or die by old age, or will someone kill you again? Will you die in victory or in defeat?

Lux laughed, remembering his death. I can't think of any sights.

but I guess I'll never die as refreshingly as he did. Something resembling certainty swept around in the depths of his mind.

I thought of that because, I'm sure, I heard two voices.

"Lux! Are you all right!

"You're so impotent, you can't be alone."

The rushing sigurd and gin voices sounded somewhat loud because the sleeper was approaching.

Before I go to sleep, I want to see two faces. Especially I wanted to see a sigurd beastly face and then fall into my dreams. That would also allow you to dream of him.

In his unstable, shaky vision, Lux thought so, blurry.

Apparently, this one won.

Gilbert-Hardy was listening to reports from the decree as he gathered the cavalry under his command.

I am glad to say that the ambush operation proposed by the General was almost successful. Hundreds of his men were scattered into unexpected ambushes, but the extra battle to make up for it was brought to the Myon Cavalry. Not only did it disrupt the enemy formation, but it also broke off the enemy army's very collaboration by running around the battlefield, crushing the chain of command.

Looks like the Lucion army has made a lot of warfare. It's a nod because it drives a left-wing army of enemies to destruction. The damage seems to be minimal, and the White Saints only need to have a few minor injuries, so that they can see how awesome they are. Most importantly, when he heard the report, he never flew an anger at the cavalry under his command. Gilbert's cavalry for the purpose of assault by horseback and the White Saints for the purpose of horseback combat are not likely to operate themselves.

It's the role of the cavalry to hit and crush.

It is natural for the damage to be significant, and there is no discontent with the operator for that. Algazard's manoeuvres were well done for the sake of his aggressiveness. If enemy forces hadn't accounted for it, they would undoubtedly have achieved an overwhelming victory.

For some reason, I was noticed and ambushed.

Jumping into a bow storm was the same as jumping into a dead place, but a few of them were able to cut through Gilbert in the lead, and after the arrows stopped, the succeeding troops were able to reach the main formation. The rest is one-sided. Kick archers and kill infantry. Scratched the formation and peered at the battlefield. The victory of the central army depended on the activity of other troops.

There was a fierce battle in the centre, I understood, witnessing a blowing storm. Harsh attacks by enemy armed summoners have also blown around enemy formations, and dozens of their men have been drunk and lost their lives. Skepticism about the existence of an armed summoner came to fruition a long time ago. The idea that it should no longer operate as a main force is becoming mainstream, and Gandia said it had formed a force solely by armed summoners. Mion can't lose either, but I guess it's hard for Chancellor Mars-Barr, who doesn't know the battlefield, to understand. Gilbert and others' suggestion that an armed summoner should be hired is not accepted in the medium term.

Eventually, the storm stopped. A central unit defeated the enemy armed summoner. I don't know if it's because of the White Shield and the Pale Wind, but I'm pretty sure both mercenary regiments worked.

Seung Jun propagates from center to place.

"Give me a winner."

Gilbert, when ordered by his men, began his discipline to head to the main force.

Hulberg Reus-Lucion was realizing the strength of Lucion's army.

Enemy right-wing positions were successfully neutralized, causing enough damage to enemy right-wing units to be close to total annihilation. When the number reached about two hundred, he presented the look of hell as if he had turned his back on his enemies and fled or stood up to them like crazy, not as if he had anything.

There is no need to take the lives of those who have lost their will. Hulberg made those who beg for their lives throw down their weapons, and those who flee the battlefield abandoned them. I didn't even think I'd get away with it and do something.

I'm glad to say that the 300 people who were on their way to rescue their own right wing and the 200 additional people they dispatched were almost intact. The dead are not answered, and the wounded are only slightly injured. That's what I wanted to praise for enduring the rigorous training of Linonclair, but it's still a battlefield. And my wife's reaction is horrible.

Five hundred infantry soldiers suffered considerable damage. It was powerful, and because they became walls, the White Saints were able to harness the mobility of horseback riding. The casualties range to one hundred and ten. Twelve people were killed, thirty-three seriously injured and sixty-five slightly injured.

"Big Win......"

"Yes. The damage is minimal. The battle is good. I don't know if I want any more."

It's Linonclair who's been lining up the horses next to Halberg. Running around the battlefield, her side was wet with sweat, but her breath seemed undisturbed.

"I know, I know."

It's war.

The only way to win is to make sacrifices. That sacrifice, the less it is, the better and the less Lucion troops sacrifice due to this battle. Good results. Nothing bad.

Forward, he finally exhaled in relief at the appearance of a neatly aligned horseback and infantry regiment.

The battle is over.

I was able to decorate my first line in Zalwarn with victory. You should rejoice and be proud. It is a lodging enemy for Gandia and an abominable enemy for Lucion. We were able to defeat that army and carve victory into the land of Zalwarn. Along with Linonclair.

That must have been a pleasure for him too.

Hulberg smiled when he saw the battle over and Linonclair's expression softened.