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

The battle of the Linen Plains closed with the victory of the Zibel army.

The Demon King's Army was manipulated by a series of measures that began Operation White Knights, allowing the Zibel Army to finish the battle while retaining their superiority.

Ain-Rajar and others seemed to think that it was just a human battle out against the Imperial Demons who attracted them to the siege they built into their own positions, but in fact, they would have been right. Though armed summoners were numerous, one of the four main heavenly samurai was useless and one had left the position as a separate task force. Faria Belfaria-Aslalia of "The Lion's Tail" also acted as a separate task force, and there was undeniably a shortage of armed summoners of the main rank. It goes without saying, of course, that even ordinary armed summoners possessed an offensive power that was not normally comparable to the power of war, and that their presence led to the victory of the Zibel army.

"It's hard to say it's a good win."

Hermain-Sector looked around the main unit and went. I guess in his eyes is a picture of the tragedy of corpses over time.

Shortly after being ravaged by the mysterious light, the Gibelle army committed itself to rebuilding the siege formation. The ravages of light drastically reduced the number of Imperial Demons, but still could not distract them. The war power was reduced because the Zibel army was the same.

The siege narrowed and the battle between the Imperial Devil and man heated. but that was just a few things too. The Imperial Demons suddenly lost control and went wild. The runaway army of Imperial Demons broke through the siege by assaulting the Zibel army headquarters and scattering destruction and killing. And he just disappeared from the battlefield.

The Zibel army did not pursue the Imperial Devil.

The loss of control by the Imperial Demon only means that the Commander has fallen.

We won.

"Exactly. I can't predict that."

What Ayn-Rajar said would be about the light that led the battle to its end. An extinguished light that makes you say whether or not you have something on the path. It means that the armed summoner doesn't even know who that light is.

There seems to be no doubt that it has something to do with the giant ghosts of Linendahl, and perhaps also with the disappearance of the pillars of light.

"Even the nurse-lagnahorn wouldn't have been able to."

Halberg looked around the battlefield in tune with Ayn-Rajar's remarks. The remains of nearly a thousand Imperial Demons are rolling, and the corpses of comparable allied soldiers are rolling. General extinguished by the light, I can't do it because the number of Imperial Demons seems to exceed it.

Looking at the traces of light engraved on the ground, I couldn't help but feel the carelessness of those who were caught up and died.

If you're going to die fighting your enemies, you can still be convinced. I can recognize that I didn't have the strength. He dies resenting his superiors, his organization and his country for ordering him to fight his unwinnable opponents. But that light gave nothing to the dead. I just let it disappear.

They never screamed in the light. Maybe you couldn't recognize death, or if you died without pain, maybe that's lucky.

I didn't even want to think death was lucky.

Eventually, the assault unit that accomplished the important task of destroying the commander arrived at the Zibel army headquarters when the eastern sky was dyed red. The morning sun on February 6th was felt more dazzling than usual, but it did not sleep or rest, perhaps because of fatigue caused by the continued waiting for the return of the assault troops.

There were only four survivors of the assault unit. Syville-Swordwin, who was the aggregator of the assault force, Faria Belfaria-Aslalia, who borrowed from the Royal Gandhian SS Lion's Tail, and Oura-Magnis and Hannah-Endowell of the Continental Summoners Association. Everyone was wounded. In particular, Oura-Magnis was so wounded that he could not walk without support that he was immediately transported to a military doctor.

"Four of the twelve were returned alive. You should be happy."

Syville-Swordwin's chilling narrative seemed to tell the harshness of the assault mission.

Then the viciousness of Lyuhubs, named Merriol, who was an enemy commander, was told by the Syvilles. Eight armed summoners were killed by Merriol, he said. Merriol's Summoning Army was such a substitute for human Armed Summoners to summon. More than a thousand other Imperial Demons have refrained from doing so, and they were certainly powerful, but before Merriol they will be sumptuous.

Halberg understood and thought of his helplessness, which was usually a person, as he listened to Faria and Syville's reports.

If the White Saints, the White Heaven Battles were in the role of a main raid, could they have fulfilled their mission successfully?

(Power...... still power)

In the main battalion of the morning burn, there are also few appearances of generals. It was a night fight. The battle, which took place all night, was over and everyone was just relieved. There were few that had lost their companions and were grieving to me, and none that were excited that it was not if they were resting. Neither was one or both of them waiting for the return of the assault troops, as was the case in Halberg.

If they hadn't come back, I wouldn't have thought this battle was over.

"Dear Faria, I'm so relieved you're safe."

Faria had to remember her weakness that she was the first person to speak out after the report to the generals.

"... I'm glad you're okay too"

"There is no way I can take the drag like the Emperor Demon."

"I guess so."

Faria had no choice but to sigh at Rem Wau-Marlow's condition as usual. Rem Waugh-Marlow is a man like no other. Being a member of the Reaper Corps, also known as Zibel's Dark Institution, he is nevertheless devoting his whole spirit to playing Setuna's squire. On the other hand, I think it's odd, I also thought it might be the Reaper Squad that's doing everything in any mission.

Initially, it is no exaggeration to say that her remarks to Miliu were sparked and could have brought discord to The Lion's Tail, but are now blended in. Miliu still hates Rem furiously, but he's also glad to be able to stick to Setuna in the name of watching her. It's a cash thing, but maybe that's what people are for.

Think about things like that and there's nothing you can do, because the battle is just over and you're tired. I didn't even have a holiday that seemed to rest until I got back to HQ.

Sylville hastened to return. Just because you destroy an enemy commander doesn't mean the battle ends instantly, and just because there's a disturbance in your chain of command doesn't mean the Imperial Demon will be weak. The possibility of eating a painful counterattack on a runaway imperial demon could not be abandoned either.

Sylville was going to return home a little early and join the fight if necessary. Most importantly, by the time we got there, we had found the Imperial Demon escaping from the Linen Plains, and a series of wars was avoided.

"Your face is full of scratches."

You don't have a scratch on your face.

"With a mask on."

That's how the Reaper smiled, guiding Faria to the tent. Going into the tent, she was hugged by Nyu-Dee, who seemed to have been waiting for her, and Faria kept her ass cake on. It hurt, but I was more flabbergasted by how Nyu-Dee would cry and rejoice in his survival than that. But I couldn't be less than happy.

"I'm sorry. Yeah! I'm useless. Yeah."

"Oh no... Mr. Nyu made me even, so it's like I could fight."

"If I could have gone with you, I wouldn't have been so scratched."

"It's not a big deal."

Faria said, but Nyu didn't listen to me.

Nyu didn't stop crying for a while.

Faria gained the realization that she was alive, stroking Nyu's hair.

"Hey."

My voice stopped me when I was walking down the road. No, I don't know if I can call it a road.

He was going north around the edge of the great hole worn by the linendahl, from which, following the trail of God's light, he was aiming for the linen plain. The road is a claw mark of destruction. Going down a path with no one left of its grass also meant being reminded of the awesomeness of God's power. I guess we should use spatial metastases if we're to hurry, but there was no hate, no blood to mediate. A small amount of blood is also a short distance to transfer. Hurting myself was out of the question. It also interferes with subsequent battles.

So I have to walk.

Over the night, morning came.

The voice was heard in the morning burn. Turning left, I saw a face. Burning flaming hair, bathed in the morning sun, was burning just red. Everyone's breathtaking beauty is dressed and standing in a costume that accentuates their troubled limbs.

Azmaria-Altemax.

"Why are you here?"

Setuna did not summon a spear, although she had stripped him of his hostility. Keep your distance and ask them how to get out.

"I am everywhere. I have no boundaries."

"Something without boundaries... your two names"

"Remember?"

I'm not giving you back the dragon kill.

There were two other names in Azmaria. The Red Devil, the Dragon Killer, what crosses the sky. In time, dragon killing was no longer synonymous with Setuna. That's all Gandhia did. And that's because the fact that we crusaded Zalwarn's guardian dragon was an ingredient dressed to hustle and bust Setuna.

Azmaria laughed small. I guess Setuna's reaction was unexpected.

"Fine. I didn't kill the dragons of the other world."

"Does that mean there are dragons in this world, too?

"That would be so. Otherwise, who would kill me?"

"Oh well... right. Are you still here?

"I don't know. They say there is an undisclosed land to the north. It could be there."

"Yeah."

When Setuna hammered, Azmaria distorted its beauty about what she didn't care about.

"Do you have time to talk to the public?

"Hey."

"Well, how about a little rush?"

"What happens in a hurry?"

"Could the Red Devil reach out to you for salvation?

The woman laughed lusciously.