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

I see an army marching through the rain that falls.

Is it an army departing from a city in the west and an undisturbed march derived from the high command of the commander or from daily training? Probably both. Are you expecting the severity of the battle you withheld at present, the eyes of the commander and the face of each soldier were sharp and sharp as a blade? The sharpness, as if it were a sword of escape, covered the marching army.

Aim, southeast.

There was a robust fortress on a hilltop that could hide ahead through a rain-wet plain. It is probably the hostile groups of the army that are standing in that fortress. The flag that hangs on the fortress is similar to the flag of the army during the march, but the colour was different. The flag of the army was white and the flag of the fortress was red. Red and white. Contrasting colors were well understood in the midst of a brisk rainstorm.

As the army of white flags approached the hill, there was movement over the fortress. I guess I was sensing an impending army of white flags. An arrow was released from the fortress's walls. Countless arrows pouring down in the midst of heavy rain strike an army of white flags. But the army of white flags approached the fortress, without being frightened by the rain of arrows. Bad vision. but to shoot countless imminent enemies, you don't need to aim. It was just supposed to hit just shooting at a group of enemies. The wind and rain are allied with the armies surrounding the fortress.

But the arrows did not even serve as a stepping stone for the army of white flags. You can't shoot through soldiers, you can't hurt them.

If we turn our attention to the army of white flags, we will have a glimpse of the moment when the arrows released by the soldiers of the red flag are exhausted, but when they hit the soldiers, they will not fail to bounce back and fall to the ground. There is a phenomenon going on as if it is protected by great will.

An upset runs on the fortress side.

I understood the anomaly that was happening to the White Flag army.

We found out that the mercenary group White Shield was working with the White Flag army.

The power of the Great Guardian (Shield of Messiah) is promising victory over the army of white flags.

None of the troops of the white flag seemed to realize the benefits of an invincible shield and to be convinced of victory.

The certainty of victory spurred an army of white flags.

The numerous arrows released from the fortress, whose momentum was also vain, bounced in the rain storm and disappeared.

It was then that I was finally able to find the White Shield mercenaries among the armies that ran up the hill. Two armed summoners and one psychic, a knight chosen by an angel.

And a blue-eyed boy with dark hair.

"Quon...... Kamiya"

The moment I crushed my name, I felt the boy, waving heaven, but I'm sure it was his fault.

There is no such thing as the voice of an isolated land being heard.

But that's why he was the one who wouldn't grieve. Finally, I was able to see Kuon. That was enough, he thought. I think, close my eyes.

I wasn't even interested in the outcome or outcome of the battle. First of all, there is no doubt that the forces assisted by the White Shield will gain victory. An invincible group of mercenaries is helping. You can't even lose.

Open your eyes.

In sight is the landscape between the truths. White, that's what killed the landscape. In the perfect space, there was an old man wrapped in purple clothes, fu in front of him. Purple is the colour of the supreme god Vashtara, certified by the Vashtarian Church as a holy colour. And the purple coat wrapped around the old man was a substitute for being allowed to wear only one person in Vashtalia.

The old man's name is Exmeria-Rainline. He is the supreme power, or bishop, of the Vashtarian Church, also known as Exmelia III. It means only to the extent that the third person inherited the name of Xmeria, but given his importance in the Church by the name of Xmeria, we can understand how much influence he has in this Vashtalia.

He had to make an effort to bring back into reality the consciousness that was floating in the universe, looking at the intelligent face of the bishop. Concentrate all nerves, calmly, recognise this world. Otherwise, he will continue to wander through the void while losing sight of himself. I didn't even want to think about it, such as failing to return to reality, but producing just chunks of meat for it.

He has something to do.

To that end, we must remain aware of reality. You must not be a resident of the world of dreams.

Slowly breathe in the air and fill the empty lungs with frozen air. Rage swept through the flesh, which was like a dead man, and his flesh became feverish. Blood circles, life moves. Reality made his flesh feel gravity.

An old man raised his face. Maybe I perceived his signs, or maybe it's a coincidence. Either way, the powerful eyes of the Old Bishop brought a further sense of reality to his consciousness.

"You've kept me waiting a long time."

When I opened my mouth, my voice came out more than I thought. So much so that the bishop tried to block his ears. The extra loud voice is no more than proof that his consciousness diverged from reality until just before. If you emit audio without even thinking about the size of your voice, so be it.

"Excuse me. It would have been loud"

"No."

He laughed, but the bishop did not change one complexion. The pitiful face makes me feel holy as a priest. Serving God is to forsake humanity, a passage of Vashtarian doctrine, but perhaps it is the bishop who embodies it.

"... So, Master Vara. How dare the Lord say," Come? "

"Lord?"

The boy, called Vara, tipped his little neck. For a moment, I didn't understand what the Bishop was talking about.

"Didn't you call me to preach the word of the Lord?

"... yes, it was. To preach the word of the Lord."

He shook his head gently, smiling bitterly. I wanted to forget why I called the bishop. I have something to tell you. It's the word of God. It is the word of existence that many people on this continent worship as God. Tell him, we have to make him hurry. It was no exaggeration to go that the survival of the continent was at stake.

He saw a devastating disaster.

I hallucinated the unprecedented tragedy that strikes the continent. We saw the desperate sight of the continent breaking into thousands and the death of numerous human beings, many Imperial Demons. If that is the fate of the Wargrain continent, it must be prevented at all costs.

If I don't see you soon

There was a boy in Vara's brain who looked the same as himself running in the storm.

"Find the Promised Land."

What he told you was the Word of God. That's the word I've told you so many times to this day. One thing remains the same as before. But in Vara, something is starting to change.

The circumstances surrounding him have not changed one thing. He is, as always, a slave to God and is nothing more than a being that has between God and man. The sanctuary remained closed, and it could not have been a means of communicating with the outside world or anything else. The birds in the cage remain unaware of even the breadth of the sky.

But he knows, I know.

(Quon, my beloved half)

I saw the same presence as myself, with those eyes. I recognized it in God's eyes. I have to be more conscious than I've recognized.

Because human beings with the same soul colour can't exist by nature.

Heavy rainfall washes away the blood flowing in the battle.

Blood flowed, but the Quons won without any injuries. The offensive around the Cabel Fortress was thought to be prolonged, but ended extremely lightly with the White Shield joining the fight. It is new to my memory that the general who was wielding command shook his head in an unconscionable victory.

Because the enemy troops that were caged in the fortress abandoned the fortress early, understanding the battle of the White Shield. Did you not even cage castle because you should give up, or because you don't have the guts? There must have been an option to wait for reinforcements.

Among the fortresses where there was no enemy soldier left, he was flabbergasted. Not when it comes to not needing to use Shield of Messiah, but at any rate, it was definitely enough battle to be at the top of the list in terms of frustration among the battles we've been through so far.

"That's a disgusting thing."

I snapped as Illis put his sword in his sheath. She seems angry about not having a decent chance to wave her sword. Waldo, who was sending Black Phantom back next door, does so.

"Oh, you scared the White Shield."

"It's not enough to float."

"It's a battle."

Mana and Graham each blew their rainwater inhaled hair.

Who, as one, had not disturbed his breathing when he said the battle had just ended? Normally, that's something like a fierce warrior, but only this time it's due to the impudence of the opponent.

Quon, thinking about it, looks out the window at the rain pouring and the lead sky.

I thought I heard your voice,

A voice calling Quon's name.

It was a different voice than the one I had heard before.

What bothered me was that the voice was my own voice.

Maybe it was an illusion.