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

"Still, Vlidia seems to be taking the form of a black dragon and maintaining a state of combat. It should be noted that the war situation is unknown"

"A total of seven thousand Gandian troops advanced from the camp will reach Vlidia today at noon"

"Evacuation of non-combatants in the Dragon Province is complete up to 90%. They left the Pendragons behind."

"Dragon Eye Army placement is complete. Each unit, His Excellency the Admiral, can move with one order."

"Grasp. Back off."

"Ha."

To the voice of Cyrus-Ode, the soldiers of the decree responded in unison, almost at the same time leaving the command room behind.

The Divine General Cyrus-Ode is in the Command Room set up at the Shuanglong Palace of Heavenly Wheel Palace. The command room, where the conductors enter and exit uncut, was easily structured by order of Cyrus. There's a big desk in the center, only a chair for him and his deputies.

Four command room doors are open because every time a conductor enters or exits, a shitty noise sounds. I guess the doors are poorly erected. Getting a hand in the Shuanglong Palace, part of the Heavenly Wheel Palace, was something even a god general could not do. It would be possible with the sovereign authority, but with as much patience as the sound of the door, Cyrus was not even going to advance.

There are more than one soldier standing by besides him in the command room. First, the deputies. The military men that Cyrus has taken care of from scratch, because of their faces, are not like the civilian ascendants there. Sharp, sharp, blade-like eyes may only be deserving on the front line, but when you're in as much of a position as they are, you never get out on the front line.

Then the lieutenants' men. The deputy only picked it out, and everyone and he had a great face. They will sometimes be out on the battlefield as troop leaders. At that time, they must do something worthy of the face.

And the offering of Cyrus. Fifty elite men he prepared. They are a force that cannot be counted among the two thousand men of the Dragon Eye Army, so to speak, the SS of the Divine General. Of course, the fighting power is origami, and it's so workout that it can cross with those fierce men under Gray-Balzerg.

And the conductor. They are liaisons with various places, healthy legs chosen from among the Dragon Eye Army. That leg, which knows no fatigue, will surely help. Most importantly, the foot is utilized for short distances and horses are used for long distance travel.

Cyrus stood at his desk. Standing, looking down at the map spread out on the desk. There are two maps. A view of the Dragon House and a map of the territory of Zalwarn are kept side by side. Ryufu is a huge city centered around the Heavenly Wheel Palace, and I never wanted to imagine its complex and elaborate township becoming a battlefield. If the Dragon House becomes a battlefield, much will be lost from this city of great historical value. That's all I want to stop at any rate, but what happens?

Turn your attention to the map of the territory of Zalwarn. What the eye goes to is the positional relationship between the dragon palace and the Wufang defense team, Fort Vridia, located to the south of the dragon palace. Most importantly, the five fortifications of the Pentagon, including Vridia, are no longer fortifications.

By the technique of Orian-Lebaen, dragons appeared in the fort. True five-way defenses, etc., and he seems to be twitching. Mirelbas-Ryburn trusts him greatly, but Cyrus didn't like Orian's bottom mystery.

It's not like I don't trust you. Neither his talent nor his strength could be denied, nor was Orian-Lebaen the commander-in-chief of the Dinobot Cave, who produced numerous armed summoners. He seemed to have made a significant contribution to Zalwarn, as well as an essential part of Mirelbus' mental stability.

The only thing Cyrus can't imitate is taking the sword in his hand. And you don't have to imitate it. As a soldier, fighting as a samurai, etc., Orian can't do it. That's fine. Each person has a role, a role.

Millerbus has the role of Millerbus, Orian has the role of Orian, and Cyrus has the role of Cyrus.

It's all about focusing on doing the part.

"Black Dragon......"

Cyrus tapped Fort Vridia on the map with his finger. One of the deputies opens his mouth.

"Master Orian's explanation is that the Guardian Dragon has the ability to understand and reproduce the nature of the Summoning Army, but it will probably be"

"We're talking about an area we can't imagine."

"Totally......"

One of the deputies flaunted his shoulder. You can't even imagine a soldier bringing an armed summons to Zalwarn and talking about a man who turned Dinobot Cave into hell. Even now that I saw the Guardian Dragon, I was filled with incredible feelings.

Five dragons enormous enough to rush through heaven.

Even the art of armed subpoena is difficult to understand, but it is not even an art of armed subpoena that emerges and protects this Dragon House. It's weirder to understand and be convinced of something like that. But in reality, the dragon is defeating the Gandhian army once. The existence of a guardian dragon had to be acknowledged.

"But it turns out that the guardian dragon is in combat with an armed summoner from the Gandia army. That's enough for now."

"Yes."

"Guess from there, the Gandhian army split the troops in two."

"The main unit traveling north on the streets and separate teams fighting with the guardian dragon..."

"This is probably what the Gandhian army should be thinking. Drop the Dragon House while the armed summoners are dealing with the Guardian Dragon, and there will be no problem."

And Cyrus also knew that that was the right answer.

Gandhia doesn't have to stick to winning or losing with the Guardian Dragon. I just need to be able to make a breakthrough. You don't need to defeat it, you don't even need to fight it. Their purpose is the domination of the Dragon House and the domination of Zalwarn. It is not a sudden dragon crusade, etc.

"But does that work? I heard that the collaboration between the guardian dragons is more intimate than the collaboration of the Dragon Tooth Army."

"I mean that guy. I guess that's for sure. But that only works when the Gandhian army passes between a guardian dragon and a guardian dragon. What did they use a separate unit for? To purposefully feed the guardian dragon? No, they're just going down the street and going through Vlidia."

"No way. Though how many separate teams are attracting the attention of the Guardian Dragon, it's seven thousand large armies, isn't it? I don't think the Guardian Dragon will ignore it."

"Naturally, the Guardian Dragon will attack the main unit of the Gandhian army"

"I don't know."

A skinny man stood at the entrance to the command room when he suddenly turned to the voice that had interrupted him. The sarcastic face as usual was sharper today than usual. Orian-Lebien. Someone who rarely climbs the subject in the command room.

"This is Master Orian. What does it look like?

Cyrus will honor him because he is a member of the Pendragon clan Revien family.

No matter how much war he builds up, or becomes a general among generals, there is something that cannot be overridden. That was the class that was established by birth.

There are only two classes in Zalwarn. The ruling class and the ruled class. The ruling class is the Pendragon clan itself, and the ruling class is everything but the Zalwarn people. Naturally, Cyrus-Ode is also included in the ruling class. The Pendragons were born to reign as rulers, and the rest of the people were allowed to be ruled.

Even when Cyrus became Heavenly General, the situation did not change.

Even when Cyrus became Holy General, there was no change.

Even now that Cyrus has become a god general, there has been no change in the position of the ruling and ruling classes. The people of the Pendragon clan still try to use Cyrus in their jaws, and Cyrus also learns to be nervous in front of the Pendragon clan. Perhaps the feeling of a dominated person stained with his body will not slip out until he dies.

Desperate, but not without hope.