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

Esque-Soma narrowed her eyes as she sensed the changing circumstances of the war.

The summoning armed left by Charlum's armed summoner is well familiar with his hands. I've heard stories about summoning weapons, which are extremely powerful weapons, but are a difficult substitute for armed summoning amateurs. No, he's more right about not treating it than it's hard to handle it. Normally it is unquestionably powerful compared to weapons, but it is said that the side effects of acquiring a summoning weapon will negatively affect the human body.

The strengthening of the five senses and physical abilities did seem to have a negative impact on humans in a semi-productive way. In fact, Esq drowned over and over again in the sensation as he wielded his short wand. The hypertrophic sensation is incomparable with the sensation that preceded it: I could see what I had never seen before, and I could hear what I hadn't heard. You can hear the sound of shoes on the far side. Reacting, looking back, it was another enemy or ally there, and often his short wand cut the sky. However, what you see, it's not a bad thing. It was not for him, the head of the unit, to be thankful that he could see the situation on the main battlefield and how the battlefield as a whole was.

The sword was put in the sheath.

Neither was the duplicity between the sword and the short cane bad, but it was more efficient to devote all his energy to the short cane than to devote extra power to the sword. Short canes could be treated not only as a striking weapon, but also as swords. That is the ability of the subpoena, and I picked it up for you. And it was only just now that I was able to handle that ability to some extent.

The ability of a short wand is that a thinly luminous body can emerge from the tip of the short wand, and it was not an exaggeration when it came to the ability of the short wand to change quickly into a sword pattern. Esq doubted my eyes at the sharpness of the cleavage of the short wand sword as he slaughtered several Charles soldiers with that short wand sword. That's the biggest reason I put my sword in my sheath. Normal swords, no matter how good they are, are dull or bladed while they are being cut over and over again. In that regard, such a concern was not necessary for the blade produced by the short cane.

If there is a problem, maintaining the generated body requires considerable mental concentration, which, if even slightly distracted, means that it will be fogged into place. You can't afford to fail to be aware of the Short Cane Sword while concentrating on battle. If you do that, you could be wounded by as many escs as you want.

So far, he hasn't suffered a single hand wound.

Ambient.

More than half of the members of the mercenary regiment he serves as assistant commander survive. More than half. There are many wounded, but fewer than ten dead. Whether it's less or more is something that you can tell by considering the likelihood of this battlefield.

(less would be)

Esq exhaled gently as he watched Remil-Folk Ray and Dorin-Nog exhale. The sashimi that the short wand was producing disappears like fog. How many have died? Think about that. How many people died on this battlefield? Perhaps a lot more humans have died than the Gandhian army had originally planned. Numerous human beings, whether Gandia soldiers, Charlum soldiers or Knights of Benoagard soldiers, died. That, and this, is because of Esq's outrage.

Esq disregarded the order and stormed the Charles Army, causing confusion. The confusion showed accelerating penetration, generating a cry on the battlefield. Frenzy and hot air. It was only a matter of time before the battlefield was engulfed with enthusiasm. It became a battle of triplets. The Gandhian army is no longer able to fight as originally planned. Still, it should be called the ever-winning strong nation that dealt with it without panic or noise.

That's boring.

Esq shook his head, beginning to wonder if what he had done might have been pointless. At the same time, I sigh at the signs of impending from behind.

"You were here, Esq-Soma"

Turning around the voice of a man like exhausted, he was still about to walk toward us with a man with a face like he had been followed somewhere. A man wearing a new set of Gandhian Army gear. What a memorable thing to remember about someone characterised by some carefree atmosphere. He was probably the Legion Leader, and as if to show his identity, he had an offering on him.

"Is that what you were... er, Mildy-Hebok"

"Who's Hebok? Havok. It's Mildy-Habock. About the name of the Legion Leader, remember."

"I don't like it. I don't remember calling you Legion Leader."

"I thought so. You were going to betray Gandhia from the start."

"... betray Gandhia, hey"

While wearing hair, check the surrounding conditions. The war situation continues to change. The battle of the triplets has the Knights at a disadvantage and the Gandian army is pushing to push the front to near the Wang capital. Though the Knights reunited militarily with the Abad Army, the matter set the Charles Army on fire. The Charles Army had stepped up its offensive against Abad Benoagard more than Gandhia, and the Gandhian Army had also focused its offensive on the Abad Benoagard Army.

Gandhia is the dominant one. That's why I was bored with him, and I just thought it was a crappy fight.

But the changes that are happening just now in the north of the battlefield seem like a long-awaited situation to him, and he just had to fucking laugh. To Esq, I might have looked like I laughed at his words. A constant person can only feel enough to see the information around them.

The privilege of an armed summoner.

Most importantly, Esq is not an armed summoner, and he is desperately suppressed from getting drunk by this super sensation and going crazy.

(Thanks to you, it got interesting)

He thanked Charles' armed summoner for leaving his summoning arm to die. An unknown summoning arm of an unknown armed summoner. Capably, it's common for him.

"I don't remember selling myself to Gandia from the edge. Not like a traitor princess."

"That kind of excuse doesn't work better than throwing yourself in the Gandia Army once."

"I know, I know."

"Put it quietly on the tie. Rough stuff is not a hobby."

"Because. Besides, if havoc isn't your hobby, don't stop being a soldier."

"I thought so. In fact, I don't think it's the right personality for military personnel."

"Then when this battle is over, I quit."

Say, Esq strayed from Mirdi's gaze. It was hard to imagine a man saying rough things weren't a hobby, etc. coming at me all of a sudden, and even if he was suddenly jumped, there was just enough room to deal with it. Even if., Mirdi and his offerings strike at the same time, they can be outdone. That's all I have confidence in.

"Most..."

"Most?"

"If you survived this situation, I'm talking about it."

Esq glanced north.

It can be said that the front is pushed up by the Gandian army and that the northern end of the battlefield borders Bandor, the king's capital. It means that the Gandian army can reach its target point, the King's Capital, as long as it breaks through the barrier by the Abad army and the Knights of Benoagard. If only we had reached the King's Capital, we could say that Gandhia's victory would be confirmed. But if a giant beast suddenly appeared from that king's capital, it would be different.

(Ha... so be it, dude)

Even Esq, who has gone through numerous battlefields, many battles with the Imperial Demons, was a monster so enormous that it was blatant. It's just a monster. At first glance, it's a fox. Fox covered in pure white body hair in the sun. It would be a normal fox, except that it has nine long tails and a tremendously huge body. But ignoring that giant and being a normal fox is impossible. It's giant enough to see clearly from afar. Very, unusual.

The white-haired nine-tailed fox then gently jumps over the walls of the Wang capital and reaches the northern end of the battlefield. Confusion occurs on the battlefield.

"Ha... Ha, ha, joke... why not? Yeah, I've seen it before."

"I want to know what battlefield you saw."

"In Zalwarn. The dragon's guardian dragon was even bigger."

"Right. Well, here I am."

Sometimes it was a topic I wasn't particularly interested in, and Esq raised one hand. Quickly walk away from him. Not if you're talking to Esq, not if you're stopping here.

"Hey, wait."

"Legion Leader, I thought it would be better to think about how to handle that than the mercenaries."

"... you're absolutely right..."

(Right. I like that)

Esq nodded to a conversation between Mirdi and the man who seemed to be his subordinate in his chest. If you're a Legion Leader, it's also important to rethink your measures to cope with this situation. Of course, I don't think they can handle such a monster.

While doing so, the Nine-Tailed Fox was beginning to ravage the battlefield with its overwhelming mass. Just walk and the soldiers are trampled and bounced. If the huge nine tails swept the earth away, hundreds of soldiers were instantly blown away. Being southbound from the northern edge of the battlefield shows that it was Abad soldiers who were the first to be harmed, and that their carbide was not Abad's secret weapon or anything else. If Abad had prepared it, it would be odd for the Abad army to be harmed.

"Commander! Acting Commander!

It was Dorin's voice... Scarlet-haired Dorin-Nog was rushing over with a short bow in his hand, rocking a giant. He's a bowman.

"Whoa, what's up?

"Finally."

He has said that, stroking his proud beard.

"What is it?

"Finally, let's get to work, shall we?

"Turn up? Mm-hmm. Hey."

"Ha, joke again"

"What if I'm joking?"

"Then let's not get down to business"

"So..."

"Acting Commander"

Remill's eyes capture Esq's eyes straight away.

"Do you think we don't understand what it's like to represent the captain? What did the deputy chief think, what did he think, what did he want, and why did he gather everyone who was scattered?"

"That's... to rebuild the Sydney Mercenaries"

Esq realized that he looked like a bum. I'm a lousy liar. No, should we say it's still bad because it's not all a lie? The rebirth of the Sydney mercenary regiment was also seriously considered. I thought about it and saw it, but it turned out to be futile.

It was the Sydney Mercenary Corps, a bunch of desolate people, and miraculously it was only if there was a man named Langrid. It's impossible for the Sydney Mercenaries to go back to normal, beyond the fact that a masterpiece named Langrid has died. Not to mention, there's no way Esq, the bearer of character far from Langleed, can be rounded up. Therefore, it was decided that it was impossible to rebuild.

I bought Ceasel's liquor store and used it as a residence for the mercenaries, because while I gave up rebuilding, I was looking for another way to do it. As I searched, I drank like I was sober, and I was occasionally drunk. By getting drunk, he may have tried to escape reality.

But the reality was right in front of me. In the form of Remil-Forclay, you reign and make him look vivid. We're still alive, and because we're alive, we have to take action to stay alive.

Otherwise, we'll have to die.

When I was thinking about that, a turning point came. We met Setsuna, who named her Neewe, and Sheila. When I found out Sheila, who was supposed to be dead, was alive, my drunkenness woke me up. You can say that you can play anything. The ones who raised the army for Sheila died, and Sheila at heart was surviving by offering the country a fake. I couldn't have forgiven you. What the hell was Langrid's death? Isn't it a farce?

On top of that, Sheila didn't want to die for herself any more, etc. Sleep well. I've killed a lot of people for myself so far, that's what I call it. Esq decided to take revenge on Sheila and Abard.

Then there's the twist, and this is the situation.

It was good to see Sheila hurt and weakened. The drinks dropped. At the same time, I realized the ridiculousness of what I had done. What the hell am I doing? Revenge? Does this mean it will be revenge for Langrid? Do you think trampling Sheila's heart and hurting her is revenge? You think bringing confusion to Abard is revenge?

That stuff, it's not revenge or anything.

Don't you just worry about it?

By the time I realized it, it was too late. Everything was moving. You can't stop what you've moved. I just have to throw myself into the fight. I just have to fight through more than I threw myself. And you die in battle.

For me to lose my place of death, that's what I deserve.

"I know, sir"

"Whatever you say"

Remill and Doreen come along as if they were looking deep into Esq's mind. Smile. A gentle face. Why do you look like that? Is it something that can make such a face of a person like yourself? He's like a man who betrayed the trust of others and remembered a dark joy in trampling his thoughts. There is nothing to be admired for.

I felt strange. But it's never offensive.

"... what are you talking about? At times like this."

"This is the time."

"That's right. Only because it hasn't. If you don't, you will."

"What the hell, dude"

Revenge.

Revenge for those who killed Langleed for no reason - it was true too. It was genuine, but in the end, it wasn't everything. If that was everything, I would have needed it more easily. I guess I could easily see Sheila getting hurt, broken and falling. But in the end, it wasn't.

What I wanted was something else.

It's not what Sheila found out.

"What do you know?"

Esq scratched his head, and his mouth went bad. But I can't do it unless I do.

"My feelings."

"I don't mean to be completely indispensable, etc."

"I'm going to find out what Esq took part in this fight for."

"You gave me a place to die, didn't you?

Dawlin's big eyes are laughing.

Place of death.

The mercenaries who perished on the battlefield where Langrid died in battle were always somewhere empty. Not because I lost the support of Langleed. Because he didn't die in the same place as Langrid. Because I let only Langleed die. Only ourselves, we survived.

Indolent.

I couldn't help but get drunk and drown in my dreams.

So I greeted.

I asked for a place to die.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"We are the fringes tied together by Captain Langleed. With the head of the regiment lost, we can also reconnect that edge.

It doesn't feel right, it doesn't mean we're going to tie the edge anew. "

"My brother is a man of deep business."

"Not at all. Totally."

Esq laughed heavily at Remill's troubled smile. I don't want to laugh. They laughed in a hellish battlefield where giant white foxes appeared and quickly ravaged chaotic and other battlefields. While I was laughing, the mercenaries were gathering around the esc. All the time, these desolates with a tough look on their faces. A bond made solely out of admiration for Langleed. edges. It was only natural that if Langleed was lost, those things would be cut off.

I mean, Esq came along well, maybe.

At the edge of the rind, I was able to continue to maintain the ties.

"Remill. My life stayed flirted with by your brother."

"Me, too."

"I don't think that's bad, either."

"Me too. I met you because my brother swung at me."

Remill looked a little embarrassed. Seeing Remill's attitude like that was fresh and kind of a waste. It's a waste. Losing her here is an ultimate waste. but where I only let her live, it's just that she falls for the inert. I'm sure you'll keep searching for a place to die. Just like the escs have done so far.

"Are you happy to try to swing by the end of the day?"

"Yes."

"I'm coming, too."

Doreen came with a short bow.

"Be my guest."

"Hine."

Doreen laughed out loud. I cried laughing and laughed crying. So, the tears are over. I'm done crying. Esq was tempted by his changes, which were good to see if he was going to cry about dying. Because Dorin-Nog's scarlet beard looked like a burning flame. It's like a hell of a fire.

Hell.

It's a worthy word for what's about to die.

"Let's go, you bastards! Get rid of that monster and let him know the name of the Sydney Mercenaries!

Esq, when he put up a short cane, gave the order in loud voice. Remill, the screams of the surviving mercenaries, including Dorin, followed.

I thought the white fox glanced at this one on the other side.

Blue eyes.

I felt like I'd seen it somewhere.

I'm sure it's my fault.