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

"Are you all right? Oh!?

Maloon-Medic flew in and stopped Ruufa from falling. The wings no longer move. On the contrary, it is no longer even able to control the atmosphere. I can't fight for a while. Which means your turn in this battle is over.

Forward, I can see Faria-Valdish slowly descending. The length of her stagnation time should have been due to her ability to subpoena armaments such as Heavenly Clothes. A flashing knife is held in the hand. In the middle of enemy formation. The surrounding Imperial Demons have even forgotten to intercept Farya-Valdish on too many shocks.

"Ruufa, you've often dragged enemy generals down so far. Thank you."

"In the end, I couldn't take him down."

"You've fulfilled the mandate you were given."

"... and how did you get so far?

"Kurt flew the Imperial Devil down to the scaffold."

When the Grand Summoner put it out of his mind, he actually stepped on Willedo at his feet and made him jump. And besides, swing through the flashing knife/sword. The sword flash is a glimmer. But the slaughter occurred countless times in the orbit of the machete. Willedo, who was around her, raises the severant and dies.

"What?"

"To?"

Ruufa met Maloon face-to-face. From the ground to this height, he said, he came as he rode the falling Imperial Demon. It's not like it's out of common sense. There is something out of the standard. Of course, Ruufa knew she was getting closer to us. That's why we were able to do everything we could. If I could count on the patronage of the goddess of war, I stepped on that there would be no problem in putting everything out. But I never thought I was scaffolding the Imperial Demon my people shot down. It is normal to assume that it is due to some sort of ability to summon armed.

"I used arrows as scaffolding when I was younger, but I'm not old anymore... not like I was back then"

Ruufa was stunned by the crush of Faria-Valdish, who had cleaned up the surrounding imperial demons in advance.

"Towards the southeast of the Samara Forest, an enemy general and an Imperial Demon are falling!

Sheila Leeuw-Abbard checked her gear as the report propagated across the front lines. Lightweight yet solid armor and summoning armed Heart of Beast. Excessively decorated axe spears were also instrumental in standing out as commanders.

Sheila and the others are now deploying their troops just around the border between the hills with their headquarters and the Samara woods. Enemy forces, almost directly above them, must remember the threat, as a large number of Imperial Demons fill the sky. Even Sheila, who can't wait to publicly say that battle is everything, trembled.

Fear and joy.

"Looks like the Great Summoner did it!

What floats behind your brain is an old woman with a soft smile. Sheila is also familiar with the two names of Lyohan's goddesses of war. A hero among the heroes, with the anecdote of defeating Vashtarian armies with an oligarchy. Such a person is on my side. It's not comforting, etc.

I didn't feel like losing.

So Sheila was willing to win this battle from the beginning, and even if the Demon King could not discuss it, she did not doubt the eventual victory of the Allied forces.

"There's no disturbance in the enemy formation, which means you're likely to be alive."

"You dropped me on the ground. And then it's our job, isn't it? And look closely."

What Sheila showed Serene-Sidor with a spear cut was the fact that the altitude of the enemy group was decreasing. There seemed to be no doubt that there was confusion in the enemy formation. On top of that, we can also see blood rain and countless corpses coming from enemy formations above.

"This is just the enemy general away from formation. I mean, as long as the Admiral discusses it, it doesn't matter."

Sheila, to put it that way, entrusted the command of the entire army to the main force and herself entered the Samara woods with the Platoon of Armed Summoners.

The sky drifts away.

The compatriots stared into heaven as the subordinate Shiv and Negrubev tried to give up instructions against Berk, who fell to the earth. The roar flies and different attacks colour the sky. But we cannot strike with all our might within a dense self-defense. Even the Willeds, who saw the enemy, were modest in their attacks. Naturally. If you can avoid it, you'll hit your side. Even the less companion ones. A few things could start a fight with each other. That's probably what the enemy came through for.

During the fall, that's what he thought. And I am also stunned by the fact that the fall cannot be stopped.

Weren't we rulers of heaven?

Poison in the chest.

The wings didn't move as they thought. Not only does it subpoena armed (ceraphic feather), but it doesn't even move its own flying membrane, and it can't even interfere with the atmosphere. If it is a recoil of full liberation (overdrive), it is too early than expected, but not all of it is possible. But he understood through himself that it was not the cause.

Berk had been hit by a deadly blow. The slash, which shook a moment's gap, not only splendidly sliced his right arm off, but also torso, shoulder, left foot, wing and flying membrane. And it seemed that a kick slapped by a no-go push had determined his fall to the ground.

The only reason I fell into dysfunction was because I was seriously injured dying. Twelve pairs of ceramic feathers, all twenty-four wings, were still alive, and it was dizzying that the limits had not come or worn out.

Consciousness had stopped turning to the subpoena. I guess that's just it.

My body is shaking. There is fear. Death is upon us. We cannot deny the fact that he was seriously wounded dying. To avoid death, there is no alternative to ending this battle as soon as possible and healing the wounds.

(You can't)

He finally exercised the capability of a ceramic feather, directly above the trees of the Samara woods. Control the atmosphere and lag. Trees shake in the wind pressure and the blurring shivers the eardrum.

(I'll die)

I can't stop shivering.

There is unstoppable blood flowing from the incision on his right arm. Red and black blood that wets the dark red body. The colour of blood, which is no different from that of man, does not seem to indicate that it is the same organism. but I don't care about that. It was a beautiful cut. Cutting surfaces that can be accidentally seen show the skill of the enemy.

Kill once. But it was cut in six places. Must be Faria-Valdish's ability to flash knives and swings. According to Olias-Leviath, he is the highest armed summoner of our time. He was also a person named besides the Black Spear as a force to watch out for in the coalition. Such a person is the opponent.

The other guy, it was too bad.

(Damn, no luck, I am)

Maybe it's all that Orias has found me.

This might not have happened if he hadn't found him and served as one Willedo of the Demon King's Army Demon Heavenly People.

In that case, he could have been dead by now.

Hundreds of compatriots have already died before this war began and to this day. Some of them would have died resenting Berk, because they would obey the Demon King, but some would have lost their lives. Some may have inflated their hatred of humans.

Death of all kinds would have been inscribed on this land of Kruselk. Willedo isn't the only one. Schiff, Bethlea, Neglebev, Imperial Demons other than Demon Heavenly People, and humans, are dying beyond counting. This earth is overflowing with death, overflowing with death.

Right now, there are things that are dead. Many are Imperial Demons. The protective squares unfolding over the sky were becoming a stand-alone place for humans. It doesn't arrive from here, even as ordered. I guess my men know that, too. It had nothing to do with this will, it was starting to lower its stagnant altitude.

High enough for an attack by an enemy's normal weapon to reach the Imperial Demon in the lower level. That also means that this attack will pour on the enemy.

(... at all)

Expand twenty-four wings thoughtfully, releasing all power.

A brilliant wind swept down the surrounding trees, winding up the soil and grass, securing vision for the enemy formation. We have detected the presence of enemy forces pushing through the Samara Forest on the ground. He was thinking of destroying them and further assaulting the enemy formation. As long as we crush the enemy formation, we don't care about the rest. I don't have time to be back on my own.

(Ruufa Zenon-Bargasar, huh)

It was a bad idea for that white wing armed summoner to have used his wife's hand and what he thought. If it hadn't been for that, we would have made it through with regular ceramic feathers. I should have been able to take him down. You could have won. And at that time, if we had been able to defeat the Ruufa's, we would have succeeded in attacking the enemy formation from above and defeating the enemy army.

(Not at all, not at all)

If I hadn't even run into him, I might not have had to die.

But we ran into each other, and we fought. That's the reality, the status quo.

The brilliant storm created by the ceramic feathers blows everything away. It was as if the woods were going to become more landscaped and more tidy. The trees are uprooted and blown away, and the grass flowers and animals are flown to heaven. Neither should the impending enemy platoon from the front be able to withstand this storm.

Berk was looking forward at the enemy as he advanced.

Enemy platoon. It is a cavalry. A few. Just a few people. Usually a warrior would be an untold opponent, but an armed summoner would have been a different story, and there was no way he would have bumped me apart from an armed summoner. The enemy is not foolish either. Berk, who was dropped on the earth, recognized himself as the general of the Demon Heavenly People and turned his back on him.

Forward, he hit the ground with a big axe raised by a man. Brilliance runs on the earth, and ice walls are created on the path. The giant ice wall was thought to be a barrier blocking a brilliant storm.

(Wall like that, then you can't block me)

Berk contemplated kicking the enemy platoon with each ice wall as he concentrated the storm forward. And I tried to ravage the enemy as it was and destroy the small high hill itself. It is not impossible if we can use our remaining power.

Moments.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's killing me, coming down from over my head. An enemy cavalry flew across Berk's storm zone by the ice wall, flying every horse.

When I said it, I saw the tip of the spear reflect the light of the sun. As soon as the spear touched his skull, he released the power that remained.

But he never saw the result.

Because the tip of the spear pierced his brain faster than the storm blew everything.