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

"Who wanted to beat you into preemption?"

Seeing the black dragon, Setuna pointed her mouth.

"You feel better."

It's just a matter of mood.

That's what I'm talking about.

"Oh, I feel like I'm the only one who's lost it."

Take a glimpse of your left thigh, in a bad way. The incision is shallow. Naturally. I didn't really cut it with the intention of sacrificing my own leg.

I did what I tried when I got the real thing and the replica and the two black spears. Last time I thought it was a success because there were two black spears, but apparently, even one black spear could do this much.

However, the transferable distance would be shorter than when there were two spears, and maybe this time it just happened to work.

(Don't be overconfident, huh)

When Setuna snapped to admonish herself, she noticed that the black dragon's double eyes stared at this one. And make sure one of the double eyed is mutilated. Perhaps Setuna couldn't restore the eyes she destroyed with a blow of preemption.

"You didn't waste it."

"Nana, I'm bored"

"Are you on my side or the enemy?"

"Um, either, bystander, I guess"

"I see."

Setuna jumped away from the Quon slamming her mouth down. In fact, Kuon's position may be that he's right.

We had to be careful with the dragon attack. Mimicking a black spear means you might be able to use the same abilities as a black spear. The dragon, mimicking Falia's Aurora Storm, is releasing a thunderbolt as Aurora Storm is.

(reflection of thunder light, absorption of flames, divergence, emission of light, spatial transfer by blood... what's left? Something happened...)

As he explored his memory, Setuna looked around and checked the situation. The battlefield is huge. The site of Fort Vridia and the open land around it remain a place to fight dragons.

And the land was so thoroughly destroyed. Numerous holes, large and small, were worn on the ground, several muscles were running endlessly, and numerous trees surrounding the battlefield had also been swept down. It was like a nail mark of a tremendous disaster.

Fighting the dragons and the Quons was intense.

The dragon said it mimicked the summoning armament used by his fellow armed summoners before mimicking the shield of Quon, spreading destruction. The damage caused by its destruction extends only to the earth and the forest, but it is not difficult to imagine what would have happened to the reconnaissance force had it not been for Quon on the spot.

Even if there were no armed summoners participating in the reconnaissance force, the devastation would not have been spared. In fact, the reconnaissance units of the North march left Cain-Vivre and Ur to be wiped out.

That's all a vicious being could have been instantly understood if you saw its immensity. But if you try to make the Gandia army, where the control of the Dragon House is the top priority, you couldn't have butted in like a dragon. As a result, the Northmarch played a lethargy of losing not only its power, but also the Legion Leader, but the Westmarch nearly made the same mistake.

Setuna noticed herself gripping the pattern strongly and exhaled. It was Setsuna who was dying. I almost lost my life. Although I found out that black spears work for dragons because of them, it doesn't make sense to die.

(discreetly)

Setsuna looked at the dragon as she breathed. My left thigh still hurts, but it hurts enough to be ignored. Anyway, this one is protected by an invincible barrier. There is a guarantee that you don't care how much you are unscrupulous.

(Calm down)

Black dragons watched Setuna with countless eyes. The bright red jewel-like double eyed in the darkness is full of black spearheaded scourge. I'm not just watching Setuna. The dragons must also be keeping an eye on the entire perimeter so that the armed summoners rarely turned their consciousness to just one enemy.

It should be considered that the dragon's five senses are more developed or enhanced than an armed summoner with a summoning arm feels far removed from a regular person. Different masses should mean that it has so much power. Simple, but there will be no mistake.

The first blow was decided because it was an attack from the dragon's unconscious. It can't be predictable, such as spatial transfer. I didn't even know if I was going to succeed.

A dragon over the sky spread its wings wide. The darkness that was on the outer skin scattered like fog. It looked as if it had wrapped a dark coat around it, but apparently that was not the purpose. Extend your arms and put them up in front of your chest.

The next moment when the dragon's whole body looked as if it had cramped, light emerged from the darkness covering his entire body. The light converges at the tip of both arms, transmitting the entire body. The light converging between his hands quickly became a giant light sphere, dyeing the dragon of darkness white.

"Be careful."

"How are you gonna be careful?

Setuna glanced at Kuon's cheering without tension. I'll stop my leg and try to put up a spear. But there was no response to the attack from above. Between the hands of the dragon, the expansion of the photosphere has stopped. Is it about the size of a dragon's torso? In other words, we can assume that it has a diameter of about 100 meters.

I don't know the power, and in the first place, I can't imagine what nature of an attack it is. Even if I imitated the ability of a black spear, I didn't remember using that ability.

(My ability not to know, there's no such thing as... right?

It was when Setuna tried to twist her neck. In the dragon's hand, the photosphere swelled rapidly. When I wondered if my vision had been dyed to a blurry pure white, the light came down.

"Whoa."

The immense stream of light pouring down from heaven, as it pierced the earth, swallowed the Setunas as well.

Under the blue sky stood the tower of light.

Shortly after I witnessed a dragon's neck pervert into a completely different shape. The transformation of the dragon indicates that the attacks of the Setunas have begun, but the pillar of light was nothing more than a manifestation of the overwhelming power of the dragon.

A tower of light that can be stabbed in the sky. Behind it was a pitch-black wing, and a black dragon was found lagging behind. The dragons must have attacked the Setunas.

Setuna Zenon-Kamiya and Quon-Kamiya.

I don't know much about Quon, but I've only heard rumors that he's an amazing mercenary.

Setuna was aware of it under the name Niewe-Diabras. I still call it by that name, but it was often ignored because of it. It's a fake name. Maybe it's natural to forget. But as far as he was concerned, I also missed him.

An encounter with Niewe-Diabras, Lexus-Balzac and Cain-Vivre has twisted his fate. As a member of the thief, my wild life, when it comes to dying, has changed.

"I doubt I'm sane enough to fight that."

I'm glad he wasn't the one who was driven out into battle with the dragons that appeared on the Pentagon, he thought from the bottom of his heart.

"You don't lose your mouth."

"Well, that's all I got. If you tell me to shut my mouth, I'll shut it. But if you haven't been ordered to, you can talk as much as you want."

As I said back to the person next door, I also thought I might be overstating it a little bit, but I also thought that wasn't what mattered.

It is Laksas Zanaf-Bargazar who goes next door. Laxus, captain of the Royal SS Lion's Fang, was his lord. That day, if the Lord before him hadn't plotted to assault the Laxus, we wouldn't have met, nor would we have meant that he would be here.

I wonder about fate, and I don't have to wonder what life is.

It's all a roundabout.

A man who has lived his life as if he had been alienated by heaven and fate has now become a member of the Royal SS. I can't think of it in common sense, and I'm not following the change of position or identity that doesn't even paranoid me. Still, his mood remains sloppy.

You're gonna die wild somewhere - thinking about that all the time.

And that's when it finally came. He found it possible to do so in the mandate given this time. It is not a glorious battlefield or the like that I die. We should die in a darker place where it doesn't matter.

Of course, he doesn't want to die or anything.

It's just that everything's changed too much, and it's going too well, and I'm going to catch my breath. I think I'm losing my mind.

I have lived by relying only on the arms of the sword. These are the times. I didn't have a hard time finding people to buy me arms. There was as much work as there was. Assassinations, swordfights, mercenaries - if they're gone, they've become thieves. When I dyed my hands in evil as a thief, I felt like I could see the end of my life.

I'm sure you'll die somewhere wild.

I wasn't lonely. I wasn't even scared. Death is as overflowing as it is common. I've killed many people. It would also kill you.

With those thoughts, I've lived.

Such a shitty life has turned one day into a frontier.

Even if it wasn't him, you'd probably go crazy.

"Watch your mouth. It's not like your bad mouth won't bring down the captain's reputation."

"I know. Isn't that why this is all bullshit?"

"I hope so, but I don't care if one of your reputations goes to the ground."

"Mmm, that's a terrible word."

"You're the same."

It was the woman belonging to The Lion's Fang who laughed so sharply. His name is certainly Sherifa Zan-Eureen. He is one of the few female knights in Gandhia and, along with Royal SS Lion's Claw deputy captain Menow Zan-Ox, is famous for the admiration of female military personnel.

The Lion's Fang doesn't put the deputy captain out of that role, but it's no exaggeration to say she's in that role. She was the first person who was so refreshing that she could not correspond from her aristocratic appearance and treated him normally, possibly any horsebone.

I guess the only reason he doesn't have to feel uncomfortable being in this squad is because, for one thing, he has a natural personality, but he must have the unknowable care of Laxus and Sherifa people. When it comes to the Royal Palace, it's a world where the Gateway nobility benefits the width. Originally, he shouldn't have stepped into a world like that, and he didn't mean to.

I met the Laxus and my destiny changed.

Without thought, he would have cooperated in Gandhia's Logner repression, and after the war, his achievements were publicly recognized. Not only did he hold large sums of money as a prize money like he had never seen in his previous life, but he was also encouraged to join the Gandhian army. I also got my nationality. I was even given a family name.

This is what all the blame is for, and I thought it was only recently. Logner, I couldn't keep up with the dramatic changes that followed the war, and everything didn't seem like any other HR.

Recently, he finally understood his position and became aware of the situation.

(Lug-Rhodin, a member of the Royal SS of the Kingdom of Gandhia, The Lion's Fang...?)

He thought of himself as he looked around the long line of Gandhian troops going down the street. Thousands of soldier horses are just marching for a destination. The destination is the Dragon House. On the way there is a tower of light.

This is the battlefield between the Dragons and Setuna.

I have to break through it, but it's not a horrible thing in itself, he said. There was only reason to feel safe, and he understood that as a real feeling, too. If Quon-Kamiya is on that spot, he'll be fine. There is no need to question the strength of the boy who protected all his troops from the storm that blew into the Longhi River.

And Setuna's strength is also unquestionable. He is, alone, an amazing boy who ended the war with Logner. A boy with a first face that he didn't even know about the initial stages of the battle and a face like Reaper. A ghost in dog skin. As long as Setsuna and Quong are around, you can rest assured.

So what does he think?

"Did you meet with Miliu-Lebien?

"For about face-to-face. She was so beautiful that it was a waste of time to keep her captive."

"I don't care if she's beautiful, is it true that she knows more about the structure of the Dragon House?

"Whether it's true or not, it seemed like we could accomplish this purpose"

"Right. But it's also troubling that you don't have anything else to do with it."

"As always, Gandhia's shortage of talent is serious"

"I don't have a choice. Gandhia's expansion was too rapid. It would also be natural not to supply demand in time."

"Hopefully after this war we'll have a little time"

"I don't know. At least there's nothing like waging a war here."

Listening to the conversation between Laksas and Sherifa, Luig was thinking about the task entrusted to him.

(protection of Merrill-Ragnahorn, or)

I was given that assignment yesterday. It was about water in his sleeping ear for him, who was enjoying self-depravity in the tent of "The Lion's Fang," and how could he? And it's something I've thought about more than once.

On second thought, it wasn't something I wasn't convinced of.

The Gandhian army is plagued by chronic shortages of personnel. Generals, Legion leaders, and knights have many talented people, but otherwise the number of people named has been extremely reduced. What was increased by the absorption of the Logner army was still more talented than the Legion Leader, and it could be said that there was no peculiar talent like Rüg.

(peculiar talent, hey)

I don't know if that's for me, but at least, I'll hit it on this assignment. In the sense that it's not too bad to die.

That task is the protection of Merrill-Ragnahorn, who would be in the Dragon House.

Merrill-Ragnahorn is a woman married to Nares-Ragnahorn who, as far as Gandia is concerned, drifted to Zalwarn. Mirelbas-Ryburn's daughter is not a mistake when it comes to the princess of Zalwarn, but she wasn't in that position. She is a courtier of the Ryburn family of the Pendragon clan and is only the daughter of the Lord of the Nation.

Nevertheless, it was also a story where we could see how Nahless was trusted by Mirelbus. Nares is the poison of the ambush that Gandhia sent to Zalwarn, and it was this month's head that was detained for that fact being exposed.

It was because of that fact that Leongand had to rush the Zalwarn invasion. He would have wanted to destroy Zalwarn at any cost before five long years of Nahless manipulation returned him to blisters.

Protecting Merrill-Ragnahorn was a direct order from that Leongand. Nahless's only hope is to protect her when the war begins, and Leongand wants to reward his years of hard work.

I have to find out where Merrill is to do that, but I can't do anything about it by myself, Luig, who can't guide me to the Dragon House. So I was supposed to use the prisoner's help. If you let Miliu-Lebaen guide you, you won't be lost in the Dragon House.

And you won't take lag in battle. I have confidence in my arms. Speaking of the other way around, I'm only proud of the arm of the sword, but he thinks that's fine.

Fate is a strange thing.

You can't do anything about it on your own, but sometimes you bring unimaginable luck. Sometimes it brings desperate bad luck, but that doesn't mean, given his life so far. Whether you want to die on the battlefield or die on the streets somewhere.

Death is not terrible.

The horrible thing is that they don't need it anymore.

It's about even the owners being seen apart.

Luig had a blurry view of Laxus and Sherifa lining up their horses and exchanging views on Gandia's future.