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

Blood is blocking my vision like fog.

Is it monstrous blood or human blood?

Either way, I had no doubt it would get in the way of the fight. Wave the sword. When the sword wind blew the blood smoke, from the other side of it, the Imperial Demon's giant body was about to penetrate.

He sprayed his neck as he flew the rampage of the steel horse (Buhmatz) to his right. The terminal demon was not heard, and a blackening blood splash coloured a corner of his sight. Fall back as you land. There are signs of reliability behind it. He would be the leader of the regiment.

"Damn it, knock it down, knock it down. You ain't got no kiri, dude."

"It shouldn't be too different in number."

"Not in numbers!

Sigurd laughed off for Jin-Krell's calculation of the skin. Heavy hitting noise is proof that the sigurd hammer kicked the Imperial Devil. A gold-cut sound that can't be a scream or an anger. The strange noise that strokes the human nerve is probably why the creatures are so monstrous. Still, I can fight. There's no way I can't fight. The mercenary group Pale Wind has traveled through many training grounds. Just because the enemy was the Imperial Devil, he couldn't have lost.

Lux-Vein caught the edge of his mouth, keeping the excitement coming from Gravestone intact. Summoning armed is willing. It may also communicate its will to the user. That is proof that the wavelengths of the user and the subpoena armed match, says the armed subpoena. Which means Lux and Gravestone are enjoying this desperate battle right now.

(Desperate? I guess so.)

Denial, I didn't.

The number of enemies is enormous. Over 15,000 Imperial Demons. It's the Imperial Devil. I'm not human. This is more than 15,000 people. If humans are one another, it is not impossible to beat them depending on tactics. With each other exposed to the battlefield, the bases everywhere belong here. There was as much as there was to fight. But if the enemy becomes the Imperial Devil, it's not a story. Everything changes. You must not think like a human being, and if you fight the same way as a human being, this is where you die.

The enemy is the Imperial Devil. It's an alien monster, monsters beyond intelligence. Even the smaller ones boast superior powers over ordinary people and have extraordinary abilities. When it comes to medium-sized and above, such as Resbel and Buhmatz, even Sigurd and Jin are forced to struggle. If you become a big guy like Gavrait, can't you be fat other than an armed summoner?

Of course, depending on the number and tactics, it's not like you can't win. But that is the true representation of the power difference between the Imperial Devil and man. Gavrait is not one thing. Allocating personnel solely to defeat gabrates leads directly to an expansion of the numerical disadvantage. After all, the big guy has no choice but to hit an armed summoner or a user of a summoning arm.

Lux braved the battlefield to relinquish his responsibilities as an assault captain. I'm not interested in a position just named Assault Captain, etc. Neither did Sigurd order anything in this battle. And the vice president. It acquiesces in the free movement of Lux. In other words, hunt many Imperial Demons in one way or another.

Grip the pattern of the Gravestone. The expansion of the five senses by the subpoena armed raised the battlefield landscape behind his brain. Though, it may only be within sight.

The battlefield is along the streets lying north of Thruke. The plain without any inflection was no exaggeration to say that the hell picture of the snort shout was no longer depicted. A lot of Imperial Demons and a lot of human beings are getting into a mess to compete for results, and fighting bloody battles, so naturally.

Initially, the number of Imperial Demons was said to be as high as 10,000 and 15,000. The exact number is not known, also because the enemy forces have shown their posture to attack Malware for a long time. Though it turned out to separate the offensive and separate teams, it was making it difficult to tell how many enemies deployed near the streets. Most importantly, it doesn't matter what the exact number is. Ten grand is crap, even if you quote less. In this number, it's obvious we shouldn't bump into each other from the front. Even Lux can understand. It is the Imperial Devil who should not be distracted, trying to be overwhelmed by numbers.

The exact number of Imperial Demons turned out to be during the war. When I heard the number fifteen thousand, even the mercenaries of "The Pale Wind" nearly screamed. It was Sigurd who took the initiative and looked disgusted, but that would have meant representing the feelings of the other mercenaries. By doing so, the members perceive the leader to be their own understander, apparently. In the acceptance of Jin-Crale, that's what happened.

Anyway, even Sigurd-Foliar, a fierce warrior, was certain to be a battlefield of disgust.

Against the enemy 15,000, the allies were also a great army of more than 15,000. Most legions of the Gandhian army are taking part in this fight. The Gandhian army, the Logner army, the Zalwarn army, and the mercenaries are lining up to besiege the Imperial Devil's flock.

The Lion's Tail, where it is the strongest unit, is not on this battlefield because it is supposed to go directly from Myon to the territory of Kruselk, but it was supplemented by extra fighting power. The massive hiring of armed summoners from the Continental Summoners Association would also be an indication of our determination to somehow take the battle, arguably this disadvantage, to victory, and it must have been in anticipation of this battlefield becoming harsh, as Gandia, who had not previously done much to hire a mercenary regiment other than the "Pale Wind", signed a contract with other large mercenary regiments.

"Whoa, whoa!

Feeling killer with his temper, Lux jumped forward. At the same time, he breaks both thunderballs flying in from the front with a gravestone, then steps further in and taps the cutting edge of the sword into the top of the head of the bleak. After the alien Imperial Demon cramped, making sure he stopped moving before turning around, a giant gold crushing rod was deciding on the ground where Lux stood until just now.

"It's not safe, it's not safe."

If you look closely, the golden crushed rod is destroying the tail of the bleak that emerged from the ground, but nevertheless, you should speak up. Lux stared at the user of the gold crushing rod. It was the great giant over Sigurd who let the gold crushing rod gently shoulder to shoulder.

"It was Lux who caught my guard. My brother's not bad."

"Really?

And the LORD, who had such a low voice, was right next to him. The person dressed in harsh armor is the leader of a group of mercenaries and redfeathers. The voice sounds caged because of the helmet covering the face, not because of the voice itself. By the way, if you're a giant, you're the vice president of Red Wings.

"Yes. It might be an easy job for you, but don't be alarmed, okay?

"He said he wasn't alarmed. If you do that, the captain will kill you."

"You don't sound happy. You will marry me. Don't you?"

She has had an enthusiastic gaze as she raises the face of her helmet. Beautiful and enthusiastic, I can see that her heartfelt thoughts are included. Benedict-Fitline. He's a well-known mercenary, but the only thing, if he had a flaw, would be to force him to marry under any circumstances when he finds Lux.

"Oh, shit, I'm coming."

"I don't know how many times. Let's get married when this battle is over, Lux."

"That's a man's dialogue, right?"

"Because you're not coming, you're going to have no choice!

A machete swung out with anger severed Gresbel's neck from her torso, which was approaching her. Gresbel must have been desperate not knowing what had happened to him. Her gaze remained poured by Lux. It is no exaggeration when it comes to divinity.

"Hiu, I knew you were strong"

"So come on, marry me and have a stronger child?

"No, no, not if you're saying that."

Lux had no choice but to pioneer Benedict's fierce proposal. I don't mean to talk about it on the battlefield, but it was the truth that I wanted to be spared outside the battlefield. I don't hate Benedict myself, and when it comes to not having any feelings for her, it would be a lie. But that's a different story from this.

There is no other way to live on the battlefield than to die on it.

And with all that talk, you could die on a battlefield like this. What a glorious story.

(If you ask me what battlefield I'd like, I'd be in trouble)

Lux stepped up his vigilance as Benedict watched his helmet face down in disgruntlement. The movements of the surrounding Imperial Demons were odd. A sudden onslaught lurks the ringing. He seemed to be rearranging and forming a formation.

"Lux, we're going back once!

"Yes? Why again?

"The front is on the verge of collapsing!

Sigurd's screaming screams were an accurate representation of the tragic state of affairs on this battlefield.

Maybe the strange move of the Imperial Devil was due to their understanding of the dominance of their own army.

And even more desperate information was passed on to the Gandhian army. Most of the Imperial Demons attached to Malwale have begun joining separate teams.

"The Seventh Army Regiment is devastated on the Zalwarn side..."

Dorca-Form looked reluctantly at the reports he received from the front line. The Seventh Army Regiment of Zalwarn was deployed to Thruke before the war began. In the Imperial Devil's siege net, he is in charge of the south, and the destruction of that legion means that the siege net may be breached.

but no matter, there's no way the siege net will collapse right away. A mixed army, led by Grad-Clyde, is absorbing the survival of the Seventh Corps and stopping the southward march of the Imperial Demon's troops who defeated the Seventh Corps. Although we made some sacrifices for it, only the worst was avoided: the siege would be broken.

"Don't abandon yourself, Commander of the Dorca Corps. Today's battle isn't over yet."

"I know. That's not true. But do you mean to go on until night, in this situation?"

"The Imperial Devil has boosted momentum. I'm sure you'll come in for a break under these circumstances."

"That's right. I'm tired of the Imperial Demon opponent, let's get some rest, if you say so, they'll just kill you."

Dorka glanced lightly at Grad as he looked forward to returning to the front without even laughing.

The war was never good. The siege net has been an incomplete and unstable substitute from the outset, but the destruction of one legion has made it more unbalanced. There, it is enemy reinforcement. More separate teams have been dispatched from the siege army in Malwales and are expected to join the Imperial Demon Army confronting the Dorkas. More desperate than anything else would be to accept the brutal reality that we cannot stop that rendezvous.

Dorka inquired blushing from her shoulder as she invited Nina to call.

"Enemy, how much did you sharpen?

"As far as I can tell, about four thousand. But this one also seems to be draining more than 2,000 soldiers."

"Hmm... are you pushing"

"It seems we did our best to hire an armed summoner. The most successful are the armed summoners of the Association, Lux-Vein, and the Commander of the Grad Corps."

"I see. Summoning armed is amazing. We can cross paths with monsters beyond our intellect."

Dorca told, watching the battle waged forward. His men, as well as Grad's, are bumping into each other with a bunch of Imperial Demons.

On the front, a great shield trooper is deployed, trying to donate an Imperial Demon assault, but before the Imperial Demon's idiotic power it makes no sense, such as a human shield. Blow it up, or I often pushed it down. If the shield is gone, a spear soldier holding back behind him will burst out, and the rain of arrows by the archers will pour on the distant Imperial Demon. The rain of arrows seems to work for a small Imperial Demon, but could be described as pointless for an Imperial Demon covered in a hard outer shell like Buhmatz. Still, it would be useful if we could deduce a small Imperial Demon.

"But it's packed."

"Yes."

"Human power is finite, isn't it? No matter how strong the armed summoner may be or how powerful the summoning arm may be, it is no match for the life force of the Imperial Demon. Of course, the Imperial Demon's power is limited, but the capacity is out of step."

"If the armed summoners do their best, our defeat is imperative..."

"It can't be that the Master did not envisage this situation..."

Dorca returned to the task of watching the front lines when he gave Nina instructions.

Dorka is the Legion Leader. A Legion Leader means a person who reigns at the top of the Legion, outside of, for example, being on the front line and fighting. Wearing an armored helmet and carrying a weapon, he did not intend to be actively on the front line. There is no more fear for the soldiers than losing a commander.

In that regard, Grad was different. He jumps to the forefront with the roar of his soul trembling and smashes the Imperial Devil with his burning fist. His bravery was nothing more than to burn and enthuse the souls of the soldiers.

An enthusiasm removes fear from the hearts of the soldiers.

(Am I wrong?

Dorca also wondered whether the way Grad fought was the way the Legion Leader should be. Shake your head instantly. Sure, there would be a way to fight like a grad. But he's special. It can be said that you are not usually a person more than you are wearing a summoning arm.

Grad's fist pierces Resbel's torso and burns its giant up into the Red Lotus. Light dissipates from the oral cavity as the Imperial Demon raises the cry of the Terminator. The rays scattered around him, descending on soldiers and imperial demons, but no significant damage seemed to have occurred.

Grad roars, his men continue.

Of course, there's no way the war could turn around just where the Grads exhaled pneumonia, but it seemed like they had succeeded in setting Dorka's mind on fire.

"Let's go, Nina. Followed by Mr. Grad"

"Are you insane?

"Ainya. Probably, I'm sure, probably, crazy."

Dorka laughed mocking herself and followed Grad. If we destroy a little more enemies, we can tilt the war situation here at all.

Watching the Grads fight was strange because that's what bothered me.

Eventually, things get better.

But that was not due to the hard work of the Grads.