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

A wooden sword dances.

The trajectory you draw is as intense and bullshit as a thunderbolt.

The slash on the torso, the spike through the chest, even the blow that strikes the skull, all of this flashes like a flash of thunder. But if those instantaneous attacks are also sent, recirculated, and disembodied on a single piece of paper, they mean nothing and are not remembered.

"As always, that's a lot of futile moves!

The moment his attack was scratched out of his memory, his opponent's attack had begun, and he drew his sword and thoroughly defended himself. The opponent's attack is not an exaggeration to say that the Knights are the strongest if every blow is destructive. I can't be alarmed. Fly back. There will be no slaughter. Instead, he comes in. Linear motion. To the right. The slaughter of the horizontal giraffe is coming. Take it in the belly of the sword. Wooden swords bumped into each other, making fierce noises. A tremendous weight and impact are transmitted to your hands.

"Sir's a lord too."

"Am I?"

"Shut up anyway"

"No evil! I was born!

He glances to the right and flies to the left as he blinds himself to all of the continuous attacks that have been rolling out on his feet. The other person, they follow. I'm not even caught up in gaze guidance.

"I wonder if it was loud from the time of the baby"

"Well, babies are loud."

"Neither is that."

The outfield discourse was by two people, Luveris Zan-Finwright and Hulberto Zan-Benoagard. There should also be Shivula Zan-Suor, who should also be the guardian of Hulberto, but there was no way that the oligarchy he would take part in the crappy exchange between the two.

Stop running, stop. I put my sword on the lower level. The opponent is alert. Basically, it was the way Sid Zan-Rufaus fought that never turned to the recipient. Always attacking. Attacking and attacking and continuing to defeat is Sid the Thunderlight, which is why these changes work for Bain.

Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt, on the contrary, often stands on the recipient. It was his original way of fighting after letting the opponent do all he could and then clamping down with the power to outweigh it, and the two names "frenzy” that came from carrying out the killing while the fighting instinct went, was disgraceful to him. But now I didn't publicly declare that those two names were me, and I tried to be "frenzied” from day to day.

Something serious like that can be one of the reasons Sid has him on his side.

What Sid and his men are fighting for with a wooden sword in their hands is the tip of a training facility called Between the Techniques in the Castle of Benoa. Training facilities for knights are available in a variety of training tools, one of the most used by knights who must train day and night. Others commonly used are large baths and canteens, which are also used as an exchange place for Knights knights.

The same is true during this exercise.

During the practice, in addition to the five of the thirteen knights, dozens of human beings, from Orthodox knights to Quasi-knights and squire knights belonging to the Knights, became spectators to watch Sid and Bain fight. During the practice, anyone who belongs to the Knights is allowed to use it, and a new Knights squire will first catch a glimpse of the Knights Knights' prowess during the practice.

Especially when it comes to training between the thirteen knights, there may be dozens or hundreds of spectators, as is now the case, and those spectators can no longer distract those who are training because they are concentrating their eyes like plates trying to learn something at all from the thirteen knights' sword moves. As a result, the training of the thirteen knights has also become awesome, making the training of each knight better. It should be called good synergy.

The feeling that neither Sid nor Bain could discourage the Knight Apprentices, the audience, worked, and the battle was on the increase in intensity.

They wore swordsmanship training gear from each other, but in the battle to this point, both of them were blurry. Avoidance with a single piece of paper is enough to destroy the protective equipment, although it is the flesh that does not hurt.

Bain roars, and the wooden sword runs as he strokes the ground. The moment I fly back and squeeze, I notice a bad hand. I saw Bain let go of the wooden sword. Kick me on the floor, I'm going in. It was the moment my feet left the ground. Inevitable. But Sid didn't give up. He put a wooden sword forward and flew. Bain's advance was linear. You can only capture Sid in a straight line, so you have to come straight in. That created a gap into Sid. The wooden sword away from Sid's hand killed Bain with tremendous momentum and stabbed him in the chest. but he doesn't leak one of his distressed voices, he comes in. His eyes were burning.

"Whoa, whoa!

(Not at all)

Sid, with a bitter smile, took his body from the front and was carried straight to the wall, slapped from his back. Even though he was wearing protective gear, the impact of the moment he crashed against the stone wall was tremendous, and Sid had the feeling for a moment that his consciousness had flown.

"That's one of the Knights' greatest powers."

Sid shuddered and admitted that his consciousness fell into darkness.

I heard thunder.

No, tearing heaven apart, like a thunderbolt breaking the earth. It was probably the anger of someone he knew well. My soul was raging and crazy, maybe I was roaring. Outside the window, the sky was clear. Nor does a black cloud calling for thunder cover the sky, nor does it even herald a storm. Clear skies like lies were creating even more empty realities like lies.

It's like a lie, but a definite reality. It was a blade-like proclamation and a warning of rebellion that was poked at.

"That it's a revolution!?

His father was angry, and he shouted. It must have been a natural disturbance. Himself, was in confusion. Because I had no idea what the hell was going on in this king's capital.

"Have you lost your blood, failling!

The high scream contained the whole spirit of his father. What my father threw up was the name of a person who was seen as the mastermind of the revolution. Failing Zan-Kruse. He was also considered a knight among the knights in the Knights, and enough to be named as the head of the candidate for the next regiment.

His father, Zig Zan-Rufaus, took care of the failing rings of the quasi-knighthood and still had a good relationship. Failing relied on my father for everything, and he didn't hate that kind of failing. It was also my father who handled the sword on the failing ring, and my father has let go and praised the failing ring with a sword talent better than himself, eventually leading me to recommend it to the Orthodox Knight. When Fairling began to show his head as a knight, Zig rejoiced as he did about himself, something that the Knights of Benoagard said Suku should target him.

Jig must not have imagined that the opponent, who praised him so much, would turn overnight into an abominable enemy.

That day, Fairling declared.

He declared that he would defeat the royal family by force of the Knights and sweep away corruption from Benoagard.

That's what Fairling called a revolution.

Not all of the Knights endorsed the revolution. Rather, the majority criticized the failing bee and accused it of treachery. It's not just words. By force, he moved to suppress the rebels. And that was the royally led military action.

The Royal Benoagard called the failing faction a foolish rebel and certified it as a national bandit. Declared to smash with all the power of Benoagard, but the actions of the failing faction were much quicker. At the moment of his proclamation, he took control of the Knights headquarters, murdered the Royal Knights cadres, and killed the knights who opposed the revolution.

At the time of the revolution, Jig was at the main residence of the Rufaus family, but headed to the Knights headquarters shaking off the surrounding deterrence to stop the failing ring rebellion. Sid also followed Zig along with his brother Sin Zan-Rufaus. Knowing that Jig would not listen to the word of restraint, his men followed it as well. I could die. We knew that, but if the LORD were to go to the dead, there would be no more than to obey what he had sent down.

When Sid and the others reached the Knights main county, Knights headquarters was already under the control of Fairling and an attack on the Royal Castle had begun. As the fierce battles between the Knights took place, Sid and his men rushed to the fail-ring where they would take command in front of the Knights headquarters. At that time, Sid knew something. The knights have already begun to kill each other. Where Jig absurd his voice and complained in good faith, this battle would never stop.

Maybe the jig figured it out thin too. My father's face running through Benoa, turned into a battlefield, seemed to give up something.

Still, I don't have to stop.

There was enthusiasm swirling in Benoa, the king's capital, which turned into a battlefield. Normal thinking had stopped working. Sid and Jig were in the midst of fanaticism. Both the Royalist knight and the Faeling knight attacked him, but managed to cut through without killing anyone. Zig's aim is a truce, to persuade the failing rings. Do not fight. Jig lost one arm for it, but my father laughed.

"It's so cheap."

If I could persuade you to fail ring, it could certainly be a cheap price.

But Sid knew. Failing would certainly not lend an ear to Zig's words. If you're half ready to respond to Jig's persuasion over this period, you can't try to revolutionize or anything in the first place. It's impossible to turn this king's capital into a bloody battlefield in such a half-baked mood.

And Sid and the others reached the source of the failing ring. Jig screams.

"Failing! Stop being ridiculous!

"What's ridiculous?"

The young knight, not even thirty years old, with transcendent eyes, relative to the jig. Around him, the Knights Cavaliers of the Fairlings refrained, among them Shivula Zan-Suor and Zexiz Zan-Armfort, who did not even seem to care about the existence of jigs or anything else. Maybe he thinks it doesn't matter if Jig comes out to exercise his strengths.

"Isn't that absurd!

Jig roughed up his voice.

"To defeat the Benoagard royal family? What the hell would happen if you did that? Isn't Benoagard the first country to have a pillar called the Royal Family? That is proven by history. I'm not sure you've forgotten history?

"Looking back, it is also true that there was indeed such an aspect. You can also see that the Royal Presence is important if you know the extraordinary tortuosity from after the Great Split until Benoagard is established. Let us also be convinced to worship and honor the royal family as God does. But that was a long time ago."

When the failing ring flaunted his shoulder, the jig pissed off his shoulder. A jig that doesn't hold any extra fail rings and any extra space, etc. Both expressions and attitudes were the exact opposite, and Sid was driven by anxiety. But that's not why I can do anything. You two are confronted, and you can't break into that conversation.

"No, Benoagard doesn't need a source of ferocity called royalty. Rather, the longer the royal family extends its life, the more obvious it is to see the fire that corruption in the country spreads and eventually becomes deadly. Look at reality. Where in this country does one sing happiness? How many days of tranquillity do you have in your people? Aren't you, in your capacity as a knight who should stand above the people, not even trying to listen to the voice of the people?

"You fool me!

"Fool? You must be the one fooling around. Sir Zig Zan-Rufaus. Being a Knights executive and head of the prestigious Rufaus family of Benoagard, you are in a position to know the plight of the people, yet silent and sing graceful days. Don't call this foolishness. What do you call it?"

"It would be the same as you."

When the jig laughed coldly, the failing elite executives were colored, but the failing ring gained control by hand.

"When did you, the man of the Kruse family, who lived a life of smooth sailing, gaze at the plight of the people and lend your ear to the screams of the people! When did you reach out! When did you take action to save the people? You and you are as stupid and unsaveable a rotten thing as the royals and us you condemn!

"That is why I took the sword. That's why we flipped the anti-flag against the royal family. He also broke that the stigma of the seriously-rebellion in the knight would be sweet."

When the failing ring pulled out the sword, the executives learned to pull out the sword as well. I decided that words were no longer necessary. The air is tight. Jig also pulled out his sword. Both persuasion and action to persuade were all moments of futility. The long sword of the failing ring flashed shortly after the jig was slashed. It was much quicker for the Failing Sword to sever the jig's body than for the Jig's sword to reach the neck of the Failing. I heard the demon cut off.

"You......!

"I don't care if this hand gets dirty in the blood."

"Father, go!

It wouldn't have occurred to me that Singh screamed in a sad voice, but that scream would be the last. It wasn't a failing ring, the sword of Zexiz was cutting Sin's neck off. And by then, most of Zig's Brotherhood Party had been slaughtered and killed by the Knights executives, and only survived about Sid.

It's the only way to save Benoagard.

The moment he heard Fairling's voice, Sid experienced an emotional outburst. I pulled out my sword. Flew. Flesh into the fail ring as the countless blades sweep with a piece of paper.

"Failing!"

"You're young, you are. There's too much emotion on the sword."

A sword flash was slicing his vision vertically and horizontally.

"Shut up -"

I could see the sword leaving my hand as my vision stained red. I should have held it strong. Why am I looking at the sky when I should have swung through to fight my enemies? I guess he sees the blood erupting from his body and watches the sword dance in the sky.

Just before my consciousness fell into the dark, I thought about that, even though it didn't matter.