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

Admit your emotions are rough.

It has to be rough.

More than a year had passed since the equilibrium of the spirit was preserved and there were few things like a wave of wind in the sea of the mind. Emotions never get expensive in vain, or depressing. In my daily routine of just slightly shifting, I was allowed to behave as I was, and by doing so I had the realization that I was singing my life for the first time.

Life.

It ended about ten years ago, and it began all over again, its entire life as a reaper, and it also ended abruptly for about a year.

Ten himself, who gave me a second raw as Reaper, ended her second raw.

Right now, she's in the third raw.

And that third raw was more fulfilling than any raw like this, and she lived a joyful day to the point where she thought this was life. No matter, it can be pathetic, it can be hard. It's not all fun. There is also pain. But still, there's something very different about my life.

The feeling of being filled.

I guess that feeling brings equilibrium to her spirit and is a factor that stabilizes her mind.

Why, it's filled.

I'm not sure about that.

Is there only one Lord? Or a relationship between the Lord and one of those around him? I guess both. Other factors are also possible. This means that various factors are intricately intertwined and her mind's equilibrium is preserved.

If there was anything to destroy that equilibrium, it would be nothing more than a ghost from the past - and she thought, in fact, it did.

Reaper unit.

When she heard the story of a special task force with a special and extreme name for her being newly inaugurated and acting as the mainstay of Gibbel, she felt like blood drawn. In an instant the sea of hearts went wild and countless emotions swirled. Among them, deep sorrow and fierce anger swept backwards as if to stir in her heart.

"It's Slook soon. Feel free, you bastards."

To the voice of Esque-Soma, she returned to me. They are on the carriage carriage that rocks violently. These are the Sydney Squad soldiers led by Rem and Esq. I couldn't fit in one car and was to split into two carriages, but I don't have a problem.

Those two carriages were in the midst of heading from Ryufu to Thruke, and they were about to reach Thruke, as Esq said. Thruke had been subdued by the Zibel army and the Lems had been ordered to recapture it.

In the dark carriage, Dorin-Nog stroked his red beard.

"I understand that, but is the Zibel army formation in Thruke something we can deal with alone?

"We have to do something alone, right?

"That's what happened, Doreen. No matter how much power the Zibel army has at its disposal, we and the Reapers will have to fight back."

Esq agrees with Remil-Folk Ray's unobtrusive response.

Lem and the Sydney Battle Squad were the only battle forces that were hit by the Thruke recapture. There's more to recapture a city with less than thirty men's power than unscrupulous, but given the difference in power, it's not an impossible number.

"Well, I know how many. About a hundred people."

"Hundreds of people..."

"If that's the case, we can handle it alone."

Its hundred or so Zibel troops say they call themselves the True Reaper Troops.

Reaper unit.

Names of special significance to her were once to have been sealed by her direct complaint. After the Kruselk war, the Reapers, who reconstituted her as captain, became carriers of dissolution by her will. And with Reaper's girlfriend leaving Gibbell, there should no longer be any reason for Reaper troops to be formed. The Reaper Corps was founded because of the Lems “Reapers” use. Even if the “Reaper” user is newly formed beyond being a Rem alone, that's not even a Reaper unit.

But Gibbell is letting Troops who have taken control of Thruke call themselves True Reaper Troops.

Craig Zem-Midnas is dead, and there shouldn't be any more Reapers with "Reapers” than the Dark Black Mask (Mask of Disper) is one with the Black Spear. We cannot abandon the possibility that a similar summoning arm exists, but I do not think so. Perhaps they're just named Reapers.

I mean, it's a fake Reaper unit.

(Hermine-Sector......!

She clenched her fist, shouting in her chest the name of the person who would make Gibelle's general and partition everything in national politics. And I thanked Ayn-Rajar all over my chest.

I didn't know how to thank Reaper for hitting me with false Reapers that way, even if that's not the only reason.

'I don't want to thank you. Instead, let them deal with it in a small number. It's unscrupulous. Even though there's only one thing I can do, given the PLA's power, I'm pretty sure it's impossible. I have to thank you because this is the one.'

Ein has been like that.

Rem, nevertheless, wanted to thank Ein for something. Of course, it will be after a thorough wedge has been struck to raise the false Reapers to the Blood Festival and to make Gibbel never speak the name of Reaper again.

"Lord Rem."

It was Esq who spoke unexpectedly. When Rem looked at him, he had a rare and magical look. When he looks serious, he reminds me that he is beautiful and sturdy as soon as possible. Of course, it's impossible and I don't think anything about touching Rem's harp line, but I could understand Remil falling in love with him.

"Yes. Why should I?

"I don't really deserve this."

"Yes?"

"Calm down."

"Dear Esq"

Rem grinned back as he stared at Esq's neat face.

"I appreciate your concern, but don't get me wrong. I am very calm."

"... right. Well, that's okay."

"Ugh. We just calmly end the phony gods"

The wagon stopped shaking when the inside of the carrier froze on Rem's declaration. It's too early to get to Thruke. If you think so, you get a sharp scream from your platform.

"Enemy units found forward!

"Enemy troops, huh?

"Were you headed from Thruke to Dragon House?"

"Ha? Are you thinking of dealing with the power of the Dragon House with just under a hundred people? You gotta be kidding me."

Esq spoke quickly as he confirmed his weapon. And I'll change my mind soon.

"... No, I'm not kidding."

Given the fact that you dropped the throug, it may not be something you can't afford. That's why the Zibel army sent out a through-out.

Of course, that presupposed that the Gandhian Liberation Army had not arrived in the Dragon House, proof that the Zibel army in Thruke had not yet grasped detailed information on the Gandhian Liberation Army. No matter how powerful the troops of the Zibel army may be, they are not stupid enough to try to fight all the PLA armies against them. The Dragon House will crack and change its aim to Malware.

So, not that, but Rem denied Esq's words as he stood up.

"No, it's just a false illusion"

"Lord Rem?

"There's no way a true, false Reaper can drop your master's Dragon House."

Tell him to leave the carriage carriage.

"Eh, Sydney Battle Squad, go on later!

"Oooh!

Rem was out of the carriage listening behind the roar and cry. It fits when the sun and darkness cover the sky. The spring night breeze was strangely cold, strangely bland through, stroking Rem's hair. In the darkness, you will not lose sight. The place is a street that held Slook back from the present. Rem hurried to fly towards the front of the carriage as the battle squadrons were flying out of the carriage of the two carriages.

Beneath the sky with the sunset falling, there were cluttered woods on both sides of the street, with the trees shaking in the wind creating an eerie atmosphere. The sound of the swirling wind, the sound of the trees whirling in the wind, the sound of the heart.

Rem called the Reaper and recognized the enemy forces ahead.

Not many enemies.

It was like a bunch of fools themselves calling themselves True Reaper Troops.

They must be aware of our presence. Troops were deployed and in a combat posture. It divides the hundred into fifty and fifty second-hand people. Seems like they were going to hit the carriages on the carriage with fifty people each, but they should have also hidden themselves in the groves along the streets, for example. By the time this one noticed the approaching of the Zibel army, everything had become pointless.

Apparently, the commander of the Zibel army doesn't even know the words of tactics.

Rem bent his hips as he ran through the ground sliding, letting his right hand stick into the shadow from the mire. Your fingertips touch something in the feel of having your hands in a loose liquid. Grab it immediately and pull it out of the shadows. A giant sickle. The Great Sickle, with a distorted blade by disastrous, has long been her specialty.

She flew to the right with the Reapers when she drove with the Sickle of Reapers and reached a point where she had seconds to make contact with the enemy forces. Arrows pierce through the darkness. An arrow fired precisely to eject the lem. They also seem to have a good night's eye.

Where she wanted it, she thought.

Hundreds of enemies.

This anger will not subside unless it is all chopped up and given to the Blood Festival.