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

"Enemy ambush unit, several survivors left"

He was breathtaking at the cold notice of his men. Arrow rain stops. The remaining five enemy soldiers approached the perimeter of the siege. Rain an arrow and damage will be done to your allies. But full of passageways are heavily armed shieldmen. It's not easy to break through. And archers are positioned in the house surrounding the passage closed with shieldmen. If you can shoot, you don't have to rain an arrow.

Among the surviving enemy soldiers was the figure of that old man. He's the only one who hasn't suffered one arrow wound. I didn't even know how I'd run through that arrow rain, it didn't seem very human, and I didn't say no to what the old man would do. But the reality in front of us must be taken as fact. As long as we deal with it, there will be no problem.

"The leading old man is the enemy general! Aim and shoot!

The surrounding archers rush out to rock screams. But from where the Rocks are, it's nearly impossible to target the old man. Buildings on the rays are an obstacle. Shooting like an arc may also make it possible to send a building and hit it well, but Gandia lacks archers with that much skill. It's not just fragile and weak. Not enough power, not enough moves, maybe nothing.

Such soldiers also become a force of war depending on how they are used. It doesn't take a lot of skill to rain an arrow like that just now. What was needed was numbers and, fortunately, Gandia's strength was not small. Most of all, I still have my doubts about not replenishing the vacancy that came out of the Logner strategy and stepping into the Zalwarn invasion, but for whatever reason. Apparently, there are circumstances beyond Rock's knowledge.

I guess I heard Rock scream, archer arrows starting to concentrate on the old soldier. A large number of arrows arrive at the old soldier in no time to breathe. But old soldiers don't stop. Instead, he cut off all the arrows coming from the front.

Rock fell unwittingly in love with the awesomeness of the old soldier's sword moves. As if dancing a sword, the old soldier proceeds through the city. to a passage full of shieldmen. The arrows chase after the old soldiers. Just couldn't handle shooting from the rear, a few arrows stabbed the old soldier in the back. Piercing armor. Still, he won't stop. I was leaping on the shield. The shields try to push and wrap the old soldiers. The sword flashed. Three shieldmen were cut off their arms from each shield, and their necks were snapped in the gaping crevices.

It was a vivid arrangement.

It's so dramatic and even feels beautiful that it doesn't seem as if that's the only other world event. Blinking swords easily cut down their own soldiers. The shield makes no sense, and the armor is torn like a borough cloth. It is not a common sword. And it wasn't even a common sword move. Reflecting on tremendous skill, strength and strength - he realized which would be very first-class and would not be opponent in Gandia's weak soldier. As it is, it will waste the lives of the precious soldiers who have been deposited by His Majesty.

I have palpitations.

I had a stomachache and nausea.

Whenever the old soldier's sword flashed, the arrow broke and the shield broke. The spear was crushed and the soldier's body was torn apart with every piece of armor. Even with the return blood, the old soldier's movements do not slow down. Instead, I can see that my body is looking better. Wouldn't it be untouchable as it is? The situation is pushed here. The war situation will not be covered. I can win. But I can't leave him alone. While the damage increases.

Rock-Fox put his hand on his chest. I just touched the chest armor without a scratch, and there's nothing there. The heartbeat just goes off and the vomiting doesn't show any signs of subsiding.

"Enemy ambush unit, one left"

The ruthless proclamation showed that no soldiers of the troops that had been led by the old soldiers were left dead. The rain of arrows killed most of them, and I guess the only ones left were also shot dead by archers. There is only one enemy. Only one of them is forced to struggle.

(struggle?)

Rock had no choice but to mock himself. You can't call something like this a struggle.

"I'll go."

"From the Commander of the Legion?

"Wait. The only enemy is that old man anymore. Leave it to the soldiers, soon enough."

(Even soon?

Locke narrowed his eyes to what the troop leader had said. Soon, but what is it? Isn't the more you watch, the more soldiers die? Vulnerable Gandia soldiers. Those who can't even follow the enhanced training that Locke thought of with reference to the Logner Army Training Act are looking down on the Logner soldiers.

He looked the captain in the eye and went.

"How many soldiers will die before that old man dies?

"Oh, that's..."

When he saw the soldier mumble, he recognized that his palpitations had finally subsided. The nausea also disappeared. Thoughts are clear, nothing wrong.

"Gash!"

Calling his name, he heard a rushing shoe from the rear. The reaction must be Gash-Webon. Gash-Webon was the Deputy Commander of the Third Legion of the Army on the Gandia side and one of the few people Rock could forgive his heart for.

"Is there something wrong?

I guess that's what he's been asking because he's been busy directing the soldiers in the rear. We have to skip the transmission, and we have to compile reports from everywhere. Listening to the information compiled by him was one of Rock's pleasures.

"I left the command to you. I am Yuki."

"Got it. Good luck, then."

Gash didn't come for details. In a comforting reaction, Rock stumbled on and spilled a grin. but it is equal to the place of death that he is about to go. I'm hearing screams. The smell of blood is drifting this way. No, this could be due to the extermination of enemy ambush units. Either way, the smell of blood full of downtown won't go away for a few days.

"Oh."

With that said, Rock turned to the old man of Ace. Flying from rooftop to rooftop of the house will take you to the site at the shortest possible distance. Loud, instructions are flying. I agree with the voice that says expand to encompass the old man, but where it's encompassed, it's the same thing if every shield is cut off. His sword seems to be not only sharp, but also extremely destructive. Besides, when I don't know how tired I am. Wouldn't it be better to call it Superman?

Rock wants to challenge such a superman. I felt trembling. I could die.

When he reached the battlefield of the old soldier, Locke was flabbergasted by the number of bodies that rolled behind him. Dozens of Gandhian soldiers had already served as food for his sword. Nothing survives the wounded. Wounded ones, I guess, are killed the next moment. If you fail to stop with one blow, you will surely kill with the second. That seems to be the way men behave. Cut off your arms and kill them even if they were incapable of combat. Maybe only killing is in his head.

From the roof, jump to the ground. The impact of the landing was more painful than I thought, but Locke didn't even stop worrying. All you have to do is fight. From the start, he's not a potential winner. It's just a decision that it would have been better for me to fight if I remembered myself in arms than the vulnerable soldiers.

The old soldier looked back. The moment his gaze staggered, Rock realized that he had made a foolish decision. It's not what I was prepared to die for. I already had eyes for dead things. Fear strengthens Rock's body. I got chilly.

I just got my eye on it. Doesn't mean they did something. I wasn't called out, I wasn't stared at. It's just that we've got eyes on each other. And yet, Rock has learned to fear. Even myself, Gandhian soldiers couldn't have fought a man like this properly.

He wrapped his old armor around him, bathed in massive amounts of blood, and left an arrow stabbed in his back. From the sword held in my hand, blood is dripping down. It's like a painted shrub. It is unusual because of signs of drifting.

"My name is Ayes-Cathern. The forewing general of the Fifth Dragon Scale Army. What's your name?

There was a hegemony in my voice. The moment it reaches your earlobes, a heavy bass that makes you tremble to the depths of your mind. I even have the illusion that the old man is being shown various ways to be a fierce warrior. I wonder how many dead lines you've been diving through. I guess I've had a lot of fights. You must think Gandia soldiers and other miscellaneous fish are not enough to take. Both such miscellaneous soldiers have killed their men, and they may be naughty. Is that why you came up with such reckless measures? As a result, one of him is surviving.

This is ridiculous.

Rock exhaled quietly. Slowly, breathe air. Battlefield air. The smell of blood is gathering and the product is like nausea. But it doesn't turn into a deep breath. The body that was in fear is now moving normally. I can still move with my eyes together. I didn't shake off my fears. I took it and drank it.

"I am Rock-Fox, the third regiment leader of the Gandhian army. Not the general, but this neck should be worth a lot."

"Hmm..."

Ayes-Cathern's eyes glowed dull. It was like a ghost.

Let's take your lord's neck and make it a souvenir.

Sooner or later, he kicked the ground. He's waving his sword, and he's coming this way. Locke didn't move off the spot. There was a corpse behind him, and he couldn't retreat easily, but he didn't even think he was the one who could handle it when he got a distance. It doesn't matter if you pack the distance. Drop your hips and grasp the pattern of your sword. The time is gone in an instant.

"Ha!

Locke took a knife of his full body, waved down with the temper of a tear, in the belly of a sword he had unleashed. The right hand holds the pattern and supports himself with the left hand. Not bare hands. There is nothing like a blade eating into the skin, but the weight and sharpness of Ace's slaughter was difficult to support even in both arms of the lock. But I won't give up. Step on it and keep accepting the blade of Ace. He was about to lose, but he bit his teeth and stared at his enemies. Across the sword, Ace's eyes shine strong. Rock's sword body cracked with sound. The sword of Ace falls to Rock's forehead.

"Mindless......"

I heard the old man crush and his sword crashed into Rock's helmet. The helmet is not broken, and the sword falls to the ground without power. No, the sword isn't the only one that fell. The flesh of the old man also fell to the ground. There's a ton of arrows poking around my back.

Locke remained in the grip of a broken sword pattern and body, not knowing what had happened. Cold sweat conveys his back like nothing else. A tremor came. And nausea. The fear I should have drunk is resurrecting all over my body at once. Still, I guess I didn't fall on the spot because of my willingness, pride and glory as Legion Leader.

"Legion Leader! Are you all right!

"Commander of the Rock Army! Brilliant!

"Thanks to the Legion Leader for drawing my attention!

Thanks to the words of the archers, who peered at his face from the roof, he understood what had happened.

The archers unleashed an arrow into the gap where Locke was taking the slaughter of Ace. It can't even be Gandhian soldiers who don't move. Nevertheless, it was true that he had made the slightest opportunity, and I also thought that Rock might have come up with the need to change his mind.

And look out for the dead body of the breathless Eis. Countless arrows stood on the old general's back, naturally desperate. Still, he was willing to kill Rock until the end. Until the end of the day, I was about to fight through. I don't care about death. Instead, did you believe there was something ahead of you in death?

(No... no)

He's just, like, dead. You don't have to find meaning there.

Rock put the broken sword in his sheath as he shook away his sentiments. I wondered what I would do with my body, but wondered if I would throw it away on this occasion, and decided to bring it back.

Look down at the sword of Ace.

There was no blade to destroy a sword that could not be supported by calling it the Rigid Sword.