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

Eventually, the carriage stopped.

It was a stop by Lancelot's warning. If we moved any further, the story was that from there on, we would be in the ruling area of the Imperial Demon.

Neewe rushed over to the side of Lancelot, who was jumping off the carriage at some point as he pulled out of the carriage carriage carriage carriage with Charlotte, Meatier.

He was looking forward.

In the middle of a wilderness stretching far southwest from Enciel. Desolate lands can be said because this is what is called a periphery within imperial territory. It was a wilderness as far as I could see, and the wind blowing through looked yellow carrying sand. There is a flock of Imperial Demons in the wilderness that runs to the end of the horizon. A number of wosbrevs, not nearly twenty, were alert to the approaching of the Niewes. The fleeing Imperial Demons must have issued a warning.

The difference between an area called the Imperial Devil's Nest and an area that is not is obvious.

I already mentioned that the Imperial Devil's “nest” has a ruler. It was also touched that the area created by the ruler was a “nest”. And a “nest” is something you can see and see.

First, the landscape looked distorted.

Whether the space in the area defined by the Imperial Demon as the "nest” is threaded or the landscape itself appears to be distorted. In fact, I don't know if it's distorted. Some theories say that space just seems distorted by a tremendous density of air, while others are twisted by the ruler of the Imperial Devil to distinguish the dominant realm from the rest.

Either way, it doesn't make a difference that it is the “nest” of the Imperial Demon where the space appears to be screwed around.

It may also be said that its clarity is a warning to humans. We set foot in the Nest, but at the end, we are attacked and killed by a group of Imperial Demons. Most of all, before being slaughtered, it is not uncommon to lose consciousness due to high concentrations of "nesting". The Imperial Devil's “nest” is harmful to the human body.

Crushing a nest means fighting in poison is the same thing.

"Wosbrev has forty...... fifty maybe. Less for a nest."

"You said it. It's still small."

"That's why you just checked."

Looking sideways at Meatier and Lancelot, who somehow began to argue, Niewe watched how the Imperial Devil came out. The Imperial Demons in the nest are staring at Niewe and expecting to be in battle. That number, 52 bodies. And it was all male, and there was no female figure. As Lancelot put it, maybe she just built a nest and has no females. But the fact that there is a nest, there is no doubt that there is a ruling king.

(That's it)

There was a large individual of the temporal body in Wosbrev's population. The werewolf, which boasts about twice as many giant bodies compared to the rest of Wosbrev, has a large scar on his right eye. Is it the result of fighting humans, or is it a trail of engaging another kind of imperial demon? Either way, it's hard to believe that that scar would work against Wosbrev. The Imperial Devil's sensing range is not comparable to that of man.

"What do you want to do?

"Of course, crush it. Just now."

"Then, as usual, you'll go from me."

"Oh."

Neewe nodded but quickly, or Lancelot pulled the Lightmere trigger. Lightmare is more correct than a bow, such as a large bow gun. On top of that, Lightmere, a subpoena arm, did not need an arrow like a normal bow gun and was able to shoot out Lancelot's mental power as an arrow. It's not the kind of thing you could call an arrow or anything.

I wondered if the flash of light mare burned my vision, the explosion sounded and the shock wave stroked Niewe's cheek. Neewe is stepping into the nest as she hears the screams and yells of the Imperial Devil. Forward, there was also movement in the crowd of Imperial Demons. A dozen bodies evaporated by Lightmere's first blow, leaving about thirty scattered. Several more continue to explode. Lightmere's "shelling” is more suited to suppressed shooting than sniping.

"Just the firepower!

"Don't just say it!

As Meatier browned, Lancelot said back in anger, now letting him shoot through the werewolf's brow. I guess I showed him that I could also shoot accurately, but there was no way Meatier, who works in the battle with the Imperial Devil, could have seen his precision shooting.

"Just!"

"So!"

Lancelot was stunned, but Neewe admired the beauty of his prowess. Lancelot-Garland. Turning him into a brilliant talent from the Zaion Empire Radius Magic Guide and being raised to one of the high brothers of Yelkaim-Karlavia, the empire's highest armed summoner, he was also one of the respectable figures for Niewe. The lightness seems to be flawed in the balls, but it's not just that it's lightweight. It's rather too heavy.

"Can't you just shut up and fight? Totally."

Charlotte snapped into a sigh mix as she double-breached Wosbrev's torso with a long sword whose torso emitted slightly. A werewolf arrived behind it, but raised the demon without touching Charlotte. I got my stomach pierced. Charlotte moved for the next enemy without checking the werewolf's body. If the slaughter runs, there will be screams.

It can be described as the glamorous work of Charlotte-Morgana, the best swordsman of the Mebias Sword Emperor's Order.

"I'm bored you fought in silence."

Meatier said it without any evil, letting the fierce kick of the werewolf fly magnificently and send him away. Beat your right hand on the back of the Imperial Devil's foot and dance to the universe with its recoil. The sheer lightness of the Imperial Devil indicates that she has superhuman physical abilities. When Meatier landed behind the werewolf, he slashed Wosbrev's neck with a dagger he was holding in his left hand. If they cut the arteries, there will be no one left, not even the Imperial Devil.

The Imperial Demon is a creature, albeit a monster of the world.

Live like humans and other animals and die the same way.

The act of creating strange “nests” may also be the same as humans create cities and cities.

As Meetia flew away from the scene without confirming that the Imperial Devil was doomed, she jumped inside a group of Wosbrefs, flirting with a werewolf who had stormed mad. The Wosbrevs intercept Meatier, but the werewolves died chopped up without even being able to touch her. When she snapped the neck of the last Imperial Demon she had followed, she put the curved knife in her hand in a sheath that hung on her waist at some point.

Meetia Armalu-Ranasiera. The girl named Descendant of the Moon (Armaal) is a biological assassin raised in the Zaion Empire's assassin training agency, Moon Castle, and her superhuman physical abilities were also cultivated in Moon Castle, he said. That's what it means to be named Armal, where only the castle owner, the supreme power of Monthly Castle, was allowed.

She was the youngest castle owner in history.

None of Neewe's three ministers was overstated when it came to being one of the empire's leading powerful men, but all the kind of people who would want to keep not only Nina, but even the emperor on hand.

"Exactly."

Niewe grinned as she raised her admiration for the first time in the trinity. I can't help but admire how freely you can fight in an area of high density enough to make you nauseous. The awesomeness of Meetia, especially without the aid of a subpoena armed, is that she understands it well because she is Niewe, an armed subpoena.

Lancelot, the leading armed summoner, Charlotte, the user of summoning arms, whatever, Meatier is just a human being. He is the finest assassin in Moon Castle, but he is no stranger to being a regular person. I couldn't think of anything normal, such as taking the Imperial Devil and fighting him.

Niewe was face-to-face with the organizers of this “nest," biting the happiness of those three following me.

"Then it's my turn."

He was in a trembling sensation as he confronted a monster about three times his height, proud of his body.