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

"Whoa, whoa!

Mirelbas was unconsciously responding to the killing spirit looming behind him with his roar. Flying forward, he turns around and fires his first blow, poking at the gap where the great sword has decided the ground, approaching it until it is in between the machetes, cutting it to pieces. Was the soldier's flat face because he didn't even think slaughter could be avoided?

The enemy is even more imminent. In all directions, from all directions, they are killing to stop the march of Mirelbus. I didn't want the last fence to be stopped at present, but I had no choice. It wasn't even the kind of number you could ignore. When I thought so,

"Street!

Jade-Vizar's figure popped into view when he wondered if an enemy soldier had blown up in front of him with temper. A bright red stained whole body would be proof that he has slaughtered so many enemy soldiers.

"We're here!

It wasn't just Jade, but several soldiers deployed around Mirell Bus. Everyone and he were bleeding back, and had a stern face. That expression, which is not at all willing to die, is both reliable and pathetic. They don't know the side effects of heroic drugs.

"Please."

Mirrelbus, just saying that to Jade, turned in the direction of progress. The final line of defense is just around the corner.

"Don't let Master Mirelbus' invasion get in the way!

"Whoa!"

The screams of the Jades echo comfortably in my ears.

"Stop it! Stop it at all costs!

"Protect the main formation!

"Don't make me go!

Naturally, enemy defense forces are also highly reactive.

Behind the final line of defense, new meat walls were beginning to be built. Wall protection by black and white warriors. As for power, it may be stronger than Gandia soldiers, but it's the same thing for Mirelbus. Miscellaneous soldiers are nothing but miscellaneous soldiers.

(where one more wall)

There was nothing to say, he scolded. The Jades are rambling behind it. If we're gonna make a move, we just have to do it now. If you miss now, you will be stopped after another intensive attack.

By the time the new final line of defense saw its completion, Mirelbus's machete had torn apart the shield of the heavily armed men.

"Retreat"

Though I told you, I am claiming the neck of an enemy soldier with two machetes. The left and right soldiers bend over the thrust that has been rolling out almost simultaneously, swinging through the machete as it rotates on the spot. He cut off the left soldier's arm and scolded the right soldier's torso. While screaming was also heard, Mirelbus admitted that a new enemy stood as a wall as he resumed his advance.

There was pressure. There was an unparalleled sense of intimidation with the miscellaneous soldiers we have been dealing with. I can see the whole body, the total furrow. What I was feeling was intense hostility and indisputable killing. Of course, the purity was different, although the miscellaneous soldiers had been releasing just dazzling killings. There was enough hatred to be called harsh. I had a grudge. Dark hostility. Comfortably fierce anger. Such negative emotions serve as thick walls to try to discourage Mirelbus from advancing. But he won't stop. Jump over the body and see who the wall is. It's one of the walls. Only one enemy is standing forward. It stands between the final line of defense and the Mirell bus.

Person wearing the face of a monster. I guess the mask of a monster who can't be a dragon or a lion is to hide the character of the person. Masked armed summoner. According to reports, of the Gandhian troops deployed in Zalwarn, he was an armed summoner who was acting with the troops that dropped Malwales. Wing General Harren-Kennock, who had kept Malwale, said he had led the Gandia army into the city through a masked armed summoner. It seems the truth about the battle in Malware was that the city has become a battlefield.

The masked figure is wearing a lightly dressed armor and pointing a wide range of swords at him in his left hand. The armored right arm is enlarged to an unusual extent. A right arm so long that a strangely pointed fingertip rests on the ground, despite just standing normally. At a glance.

(Summoning armed?)

Mirell Bus, though wary, can't even stop. Whether your opponent is a vicious armed summoner, you can fight more than reciprocity if you are now. I was confident. I can't believe where that stuff comes from, but the overwhelming complacency pushes his back.

"Mirelbas-Ryburn!

A masked man screams and at the same time throws a sword on his left hand. Rolling hatred pierces Mirelbus's consciousness like a fluctuation, but he felt nothing. Knock off the flying sword with a flash of a machete and continue straight ahead. They don't get upset either. On the contrary, I felt like my eyes behind the mask laughed. An armed summoner wields his right arm. Mirell buses don't stop straight ahead. Just go for the Gandhian army's main line. There was no other way to win. The path of light is no longer visible to the eyes. Because defeat is decisive? Because the death of Mirelbus has become absolute?

(no)

Mirrelbus watched the masked man slap his alien right arm to the ground while denying his thoughts in his chest. When I wondered if my sharp nails had decided the ground, a huge crack ran. Cracks carved into the earth come in a straight line towards Mirell Bus. Along with that, I see something erupting from the bottom of the crack. Mirrelbus turns to the right. The shock is coming. I could tell by my senses that my left arm blew up. The force that blew out of the bottom of the ground severed Mirelbus's left arm. If I hadn't given up straight forward, my whole body could have been in two straight pieces.

Though there was severe pain, there's no way we could have stopped him from marching with that. He glanced at the masked man.

"About one of my arms, I'll give it to you"

"I'm not satisfied with one bottle."

The armed summoner was already about to enter the next attack. I'm waving my arms up again. But Mirelbus, he never intended to eat the same attack twice. Pack a pause and cut off the raised right arm. Right hand only slaughter. The clash sounds pierce the eardrum.

Though the machete was only bounced, it seems to have succeeded in stopping the attack. Try to step on the flowing arm to the right and jump over the armed summoner. Forward, the last meat wall is seen blocked. Though it has been greatly increased, I see no more formidable enemies than armed summoners. The main unit is over there. The raging of light dazzles, but he doesn't stop.

Make sure you swim in the air and land. Although some distance was earned, there were signs of a sudden approaching from behind. A masked armed summoner.

"I won't let you go!

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Turning around, Mirelbus told him. He was seen coming this way with the right arm of the armed summoner running out. There is no question that it is a summoning arm. He took the blow of a machete that even broke his armor helmet. Besides, he has some abilities. The details of that ability are unknown, but they are definitely vicious. Don't let them shoot you again. If you get that attack shot from the rear, it'll be hard to avoid. Fortunately, since it is easy to understand the preliminary motion, there is no problem if you have the armed summoner in sight.

(No problem?

He laughed his thoughts with his nose.

(Lose one arm, often said)

When I took the blow of my right arm, which had stretched out to make up my mind, with the belly of a machete, I stepped in and stuffed myself in. Behind the mask, I can see a man laughing. I think I heard a voice.

"Was he such a man?

Mirrelbus looked into the eyes of the enemy armed summoner as he pushed the man's right arm up with a machete. Behind the mask, in the eyes distorted by madness, is joy. Mirrelbus shook his right arm down. A machete slashes and rips the torso of an armed summoner with every piece of armor. Hands are good. He quickly turned to the path when he admitted that the flash had carved a fatal wound on the man. On the verge of looking back, blood was gushing out of the incision. He will die or be on the verge of death.

"Not yet......!

Still, against the chasing armed summoner, Mirelbus looked back and poured a chilling glance, pushing his stretched right arm away with a flash of a machete. The summoning weapon cut off the sky and the man fell to the front. I don't think I'm gonna get up anymore. Even if you stood up, Mirell Bus couldn't have stayed here until then.

He's already on his way back. At the end of the path, there is an enemy formation. Gandia's military flag flies. Under that flag, there is Leongando Ray-Gandhia. Just thinking about it made Mirelbus feel trembling.

Kick the ground.

The final line of defense for the Gandhian army is now. Dozens of enemy soldiers are hissing. Maybe there's a knight figure as the black and white coats flip. There's no way Mirell Bus can tell the difference between a knight and a miscellaneous soldier. No one is like the Miscellaneous Soldier. Even the armed summoner has been exceeded. I've lost one arm and I'm still losing blood.

(But there's no problem!

Anyway, die.

I get it.

Hero medicine promised ruin.

(Hero…?)

He narrowed his eyes. I hear a cry. Enemy soldiers are coming towards Mirell Bus, calling out their mouths. At any rate, a voice, temper and will full of sadness to stop here. A multitude of complex wills touch the five senses of Mirelbus.

"Come, Gandia soldiers. Here I am. He's here."

When defeat was followed by Gandia, my thoughts bounced.

When Zalwarn's defeat was decided, when it turned out that Mirelbus' choice was an error, when he lost in almost every battle, when his power was lost, and when he saw the end of this country.

Mirrelbus may have remembered his dream.