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

I hear a whisper.

They're raising their wings.

Everyone boiled down to victory, everyone rejoiced in survival and spared death.

Enemy allies, many humans have died. Countless casualties of war, wounded. It was such a fierce fight. It was too harsh.

"It looks like you didn't fall, HQ."

Lux could not loosen his expression even to the shengqi he heard from all over the battlefield. I have a strange sense of loss. I have a sense of vanity. I had no real sense of victory, but rather felt that what I lost was too big.

"The Pale Wind" remained where he fought with the armed summoner. There were also voices calling for rendezvous with the main Gandia army unit, but Sigurd silenced him. It was Sigurd's opinion that "The Pale Wind" worked more than the contract, and there was nothing to dispute about it. The most harsh battle, the destruction of an enemy armed summoner, was the "Pale Wind". No one can complain.

"I don't know what would have happened if it had fallen."

"Well, it must have been the wings of the search for the next contractor."

"I don't think so."

Sigurd said, but it's not a joke. Of course, given the strength of "The Pale Wind," there's a lot of pulling fees. As soon as you can find your next contractor, Gandhia seems to be an admirable country for Sigurd. I wouldn't have a contract that could be hostile to such a country. It needs to flow far away. In that case, what would have been a long journey was a contract, and Lux, who hated the journey, sincerely felt glad that the main team had not fallen.

It's not what Gandhia found out.

"What's going on? You're not well."

"That should keep you well."

Close your eyes to the thickness of the hand placed on your head. Is it due to an old imprint that I learn to relieve just because Sigurd's big hand is placed on my head? Worries and anxieties are often dispelled by the thickness of the sigurd's palm.

Lux stood up, retreating Sigurd's hand. Gravestone into the sheath and look around. After a storm passed called Enemy Armed Summoner, there were numerous casualties rolling around on the battlefield. It's the bodies of the mercenaries in "The Pale Wind" and the bodies of regular Gandia army soldiers. There were so many bodies that counting was also a hundred million robberies. That wind usage would mean that only one person had that much effect. After all, an armed summoner is vicious.

but there was little known about the impact of the course of localized combat on the overall battle situation. More importantly, the Battle of the Dragon Warriors leaned heavily towards the victory of the Gandhian army. Where one armed summoner exhaled pneumonia, he could not overturn the war.

Regardless, that armed summoner should have figured it out. I figured it all out, and I fought just to buy time. And the fact that the man was able to serve his purpose is to the knowledge of Lux by the information that comes through.

A special attack by Mirelbas-Ryburn on Gandia's main formation. From the lord of Zalwarn, he attacked the Gandhian army's headquarters alone and fleshed to the Leongands that were in his ranks. Fortunately, the main unit did not fall. It was Mirelbus who died, and Leongand survived. Leongand proclaimed Gandhia's victory, and Shengxi spread from the main battlefield to the entire battlefield.

The battle is over.

Lux, in a strange sense of vanity, remembered fatigue. Over here from the battle of the Longhi River, it seems that the recoil, which has been overwhelmed, has pushed his consciousness with tremendous fatigue and fatigue. I knew I couldn't. The doctors and sigurds were saying that we should be curing ourselves with zeol. Still, he pushed off his surrounding opposition and joined the battle.

That may be the first time I have disobeyed the Commander's orders.

Good to disobey.

Lux looks at a bunch of blurry corpses. If there were no Lux on this battlefield, what would have happened? It's horrible to think about. Both Sigurd and Jin could have died. Whether it be Sigurd-Foliar, Zin-Krall, he is definitely a mercenary who has excelled in martial arts and a fierce man who has made numerous wars on many battlefields. But that's usually what happens when you deal with the power of war. How far can a non-standard Superman or an armed summoner be fought against?

Sigurd blew that armed summoner's arm off is a great result. I admit that. But to that extent, I couldn't loosen that man's offense. Instead, enemy attacks became harsh, with small storms and gushing disturbances, killing many allies.

The mercenaries are dead, too.

"The war is over. Shit. You look happy, Captain Assault of the Pale Wind."

"I don't know what I can do."

He was slapped in the back and groaned. My back scar hurts. Sigurd doesn't know how to do it. That's never a good thing, but I don't even feel like complaining. Even so, you won't ask, and it's just like some creepy monster, such as Sigurd, who remembered to add and subtract. It's always the best part of Sigurd.

"Carl, Elk, Marcus... you resent me"

Lux couldn't stay or not, thinking that their remains were buried in the sea of corpses. I want to find him soon and bury him properly.

"Right, I resent you"

What I heard in my ear was Marcus's voice. It would be an illusion. Marcus-Andito. It's inconsiderate, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't a bad one. He was an excellent warrior, only to be put under the assault captain. That's what made him die for nothing. Even if they resent me, I have no choice.

"You're right."

Sigurd's right. My men's lives must be used effectively. It's no choice but to have one's people die. No one can be completely indispensable. Even Lux is dying. Mercenaries who are ordinary people, all the more so.

"What do you mean, hide in the body?"

"Hiding in a corpse...?

"There are orders that don't make sense."

"Orders...?

Karl-Earthman, I don't understand the meaning of the words spinned by Elk-El's hallucinations, and he, twisted his neck. It's an illusion. Even if I didn't understand what it meant, there was no problem, but I strangely learned to catch on. There was a sense of reality in my voice. It's like we're talking right on the side, that feeling. It must be an illusion. The three of them are dead, which means Sigurd's been coming.

"Mm-hmm. Well done. You did your job. Thanks to you, Lux, you're so excited. This is Venus, a great foe for defeating armed summoners. I'm pretty sure it'll be featured in the Argument Awards, yeah."

"Oh, that's what happened"

"The bait to excite the captain..."

"That would still convince me..."

"Hmm...?

Lux looked back to the hallucinations as if reacting to Sigurd's unintelligible words. And stunned. I can't stop the missing voice between them from leaking out of my mouth.

"Ha!?

"What's going on? Captain."

"You look pathetic."

"Yes, he's alive?

Lux looked around at the faces of the three men surrounding him in the shock as if the heavens and the earth were going to flip.

Marcus-Andito, as always, maintained the seat of one of the best men in "The Pale Wind," and Elk-El's face, tough at its peak in "The Pale Wind," made even Lux want to turn a blind eye immediately. Karl-Earthman's floating face is a cooler look than usual.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

Marcus and the three of them looked like they couldn't understand Lux's attitude. You don't look very dead. All three of them were scratchy, but they had lively eyes, and their voices were clear. The armor is mellow, it won't be useless, but it's just a matter of buying back armor helmets, etc. If your body is safe, you can do that too. They're alive. He was alive.

"No, because the captain says they're all dead... captain?

When Lux turned his gaze to Sigurd, he looked strange.

"I thought you said that...... gin?

"I'm nothing"

"Oh, yeah."

Although it was unexpected that Jin would be in tune with Sigurd, the reaction of Sigurd itself is within assumed limits. How many times have you been siggled on so many battlefields so far, on a daily basis?

"That's the thing. I didn't say anything. You must have mistaken yourself."

"You went to Marcus and the others earlier, and you did something about it."

"It's an illusion too, an illusion."

Ambassador to Sigurd, who laughs off and tries to make sure he didn't have everything, Lux pulled out his sword without saying anything. Gravestone's flock of blues flicker with a reflection of sunlight. The sword of reputation as beautiful as a clear lake surface remains attached to the blood of the armed summoner.

"Hey, Lux. What the hell are you thinking...!

I could see the blood pulling from Sigurd's face. He wondered if it was also interesting that the expression of a fierce warrior would change in an instant. Lux was satisfied enough with that, but, uh, he wanted to give it a try.

"Captain, what's wrong?

"How dare you lay down your sword?"

"Sword? What is it?"

"You're holding it in your hand!

"Hallucinations, hallucinations"

Laughing, Lux kicked the ground.