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

"Full of the earth are enemy soldiers like Yunxia. Morale is high, and I don't see any gaps in the formation -? What do they think?

One of the troop leaders opened a letter from the conductor and asked his colleagues. The nervous knob is brilliant as if it sees through every corner of a narrow indoor. A sharp gaze. It is also like a wild animal searching for its prey in the dark.

(You don't have to do this.)

Mildy-Habock was looking at the faces of the troop leaders with awakened eyes. No one or he has a face that can be flattered. You look like you're too far from the front line to forget about the battlefield investigation. You can't expect a thousand jobs from this.

Of course, there's nothing to expect a thousand activities from a troop leader, and Mildy herself, it's not that powerful. It's not like an armed summoner. He's just one individual with the power of a crowd, such as a troop leader.

They're gonna beat us.

"I guess. Something I don't feel like I can win. Seriously."

Mirdi laughed herahella as she synchronized herself with the words of Selah Belfara-Garam. Though the female troop leader turned his back on whether he didn't like this attitude, it's not Mildy's business.

"You......! What do you do with such weakness!

It is the Force Leader who has been angry with Mildy for opening the letter. Jade-Vizar. He is the captain of the first unit of the Dragon Eye Army, Heavenly Wheel, a big man characterized by red copper skin and a beautifully shaved head. I guess it's his pride to be the captain of the first unit in all twenty. He tried to wrap up everyone's will whenever the troop leaders assembled. But there is no upward or downward position among the troop leaders. Everyone is the head of a unit under the same Divine General and is nothing but a colleague.

That's why Mildy isn't going to be able to pull his own opinions on him either.

"That's what you think you can win? If you think you have a winning shot at this battle power difference, you just have to be crazy."

"Mildy-Habock! That's too much mouth!

"Well, Mirdi has a way of thinking about Mirdi..."

"You're too sweet for Mildy!

Mirdi's honest feelings just seem to have changed the complexion of the other troop leaders. It was Soles-Syras who ate and hung up. It was Folka-Midget who condoned Soles. There are other troop leaders who have been staring at Mirdi, but I guess they don't want to argue. He remained silent with his arms in front of his chest.

Of course, we don't have all the troop leaders. Less than half of the twenty troop leaders are indoors. Most troop leaders should be on standby, and not if the Mirdies are selling oil in places like this.

Most importantly, Mildi and the others were here because of the proximity of their sites, and because until just now a military council with no benefit was held under General Cyrus-Ode.

"Mildy-Habock. Aren't you too pessimistic?

You're too optimistic.

Drinking down the almost vomited words, Mildy looked at Jade's face. The big man, like his whole body was made of muscle, is not who he looks like. He looks like a hot-blooded man, he's the owner of a well-rounded thought circuit, and that's why he's a difficult match for Mildy. If you're an enthusiast like Soles, it's easy to see.

Mildy exhaled quietly as she corrected her residence on the chair. Recognize that your coworker's gaze is focused on you.

"You know my power difference, don't you? Not too many 2,000 people here. Lord God, even if the offerings of the Lord of the Nation are combined, there will be an increase of one hundred or two hundred. There will only be one more armed summoner, even though Master Orian-Lebaen will join the war."

"Master Orian was the one who summoned the guardian dragon. It must bring us victory."

(Blind faith would feel good if it went that far too)

"Dear Orian, even if you calculate your personal battle power at five hundred, two thousand and seven hundred. Quote a lot, that's all. The opposing Gandia is a large army totalling more than seven thousand. Lucion is known as the kingdom of martial arts, and the White Saint Knights are extremely powerful. Mion's assault general Gilbert-Hardy's cavalry is also brave, as are mercenaries such as The Pale Wind and The White Shield. The Gandhian army itself is not even an obstacle, but the presence of an armed summoner cannot be ignored"

"Is there no Setuna-Kamiya and Quon-Kamiya?

"There are no two armed summoners. That's just it. With you two, our chances of winning would have been completely gone, but if you weren't there, it wouldn't seem like it would make such a big difference. Even without an invincible shield, seven thousand soldiers become thick walls. Even without the strongest spear, many armed summoners have brave warriors."

"... so what do you do? You want me to wrap my tail around you and run?

"No way."

Mildy mocked Sorres' statement inside.

"I'll fight. Naturally. I am a soldier of Zalwarn. I was born in this country. It's only natural to fight for this country."

"Then why are you saying things that lower our morale?"

(If morale were to drop to this extent, it would be the same without)

Mildy looked at Jade as he threw up all over his chest. His little eyeballs are as powerful as fireballs. It's getting more exciting.

"I know I'm going to die and I don't think it's clean to fight, that's all. If you're going to fight, it doesn't make sense if you don't win. It's ridiculous to fight to die."

"We're not going to die, either. You can win."

"Misleading the status quo with optimism doesn't mean anything. The power difference is enormous. There can be no point in a caged castle in the Dragon House or a caged castle without reinforcements"

"Ugh..."

Seeing Soles get stuck in words made him want to sigh. I don't even want to think that without thoughts like Soles is a colleague. There are other things besides Soles that were pulled from one soldier to a platoon leader and a troop leader by martial arts alone, but few have a more cohesive head than he does. I am not going to deny Soles' martial arts. His strength slightly outweighs Mirdi's. He is one of the unit leaders counted as a special force in the Dragon Eye Army. The difficulty is its intuitive character and thought circuitry.

"He's right. No matter how many words you use to fix it, it doesn't overshadow my difference in power."

It was the voice of Orian-Lebaen that suddenly sounded indoors. The mild tone was deafening, but Mildy stretched her expression with tension.

(When?)

"O, Master Orian?

Mildy, lying back from her chair listening to Jade's rubbed voice, instantly turned back to Orian and stood upright. Should it also be called the slave guts stained with you? If we put the Revien family head in front, the captain of the Dragon Eye Army will also stand back to being just a small citizen. I realize I'm unconsciously saluting myself, but I don't even get tongue-in-cheek. (This is me. It's us. How many words I've covered, it's not like I can overshadow the reality in front of me)

Mildy snapped in his chest as he put the figure of Orian-Libaien in sight as he proceeded from the back of the aisle. Orian's words poke at him just like that. Captain of the Dragon Eye Army. The ranks, once consolidated by the blood of the Pendragon clan, have also become elected from the general elite since the Millerbus regime. Zalwarn has changed. Transformation will continue. A great future awaits for the people. The Mirdies believed so, and have fought in the whole spirit for it.

But how's the reality?

I am nervous and stiff just to hear the voice of one man named after the Pendragon clan.

(Even if Zalwarn changes, I guess we're your slaves)

ruling and dominated classes.

History, which has been stacked for hundreds of years, has become a curse and dominates both the bodies and minds of the Mildi. Even if the reform of Zalwarn proceeds by the hands of Mirrelbus, the soul-stained may disappear. Even if it disappears, will it be generations away?