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

22nd June of the Continental Calendar 5003.

Hermain-Sector waited still for the moment when the enemy would take action.

He lurks with about five hundred soldiers on Zana Hill, which looks out for Fort Zancourt in the distance. The hills of Zana are known to local humans as hills that rival the hills of Zancourt, so much so that at the time of the construction of Fort Zancourt there was an argument that a fort should also be built on the hills of Zana. The proposal to make the two fortifications of Zancourt and Zana the preserve of the North was rejected, however, in terms of costs and troop strength. Sometimes Zancourt and Zana were only a few hours away on foot.

However, it has been noticed since that time that it is a militarily important topography, and sometimes connecting Fort Zancourt to Zana's Hill makes Le Vail's protection even more robust, so that a base was simply built.

He dived into that simple stronghold. Only five hundred men had been taken as gestures, and the rest had been led by the commander of the corps of the belly, who entrusted Fort Zancourt. And by turning the reinforcements of Melis Ellis and Fort Gallon towards Fort Zancourt, he turned the eyes of the enemy forces only towards Fort Zancourt.

The thought is half successful.

Reports from the sights say the enemy forces are marching towards Fort Zancourt. If you keep eating up on Zancourt like this, Hermine will be able to escape west into that gap. And join forces with reinforcements heading this way from the west.

As long as you have the strength, you can't handle the rest.

(You don't have to hold on to Gibbel for anything)

He threw up all over his chest with the thought of biting his umbilical cord. What should be spit upon is his own stupidity, which has become too confined to the heavens and the earth named Gibelle, and he will be shallow. I've lost sight of too much of the situation to be imprisoned in a country called Gibelle, and I've allowed my enemies to attack.

If that's just an enemy, fine.

If you're just an elephant army, there's no problem. If you have Hermine's plan, you can fight as much as you want, and you can fight back. I am the general of Gibbel. He is the man who truly ruled Gibbel and has developed this far. There's no way you can beat a bunch of soldiers. No matter how big an army it is. There's a reason you can win.

That's why he rose up and flipped an anti-flag against the government of Gibelle.

I had a chance of winning.

There was a plan to overthrow the government forces and hold Gibbel himself in their hands. That's why he stood up. I had to stand up. There is no way I can follow the word of the government and imitate death.

If what happened to Gisele Court is a sin, then both Lucion and Maldia should be punished equally, and the fact that only he must atone for that sin is illogical. No, in the first place, what went through Giselle Court, too, is for Gibbell. There was no other way to eliminate the obstacle to the future development of Gibelle than to join hands with Giselle Coat and destroy Leongand. In Gandhia in Leongando, Gibelle's future can only be closed to dark clouds, and there can be no such thing as developmentality.

Leongand's dream, he said, is the unity of a small group of nations. It also proclaims that it does not just bear in mind that it puts the whole group of small States under control, but that it does not mind ties by alliance or subordination. You can't see Gibbel's glorious future diagram there.

He therefore jumped to Gisele Court's suggestion of turning Leongand into a deceased and prepared. The same goes for the formation of the True Reaper unit and the enhancement of its battle power. It was all about wiping out the worst being Leongand from the world, and it was for Gibbell.

For the future of this country...

That ended in failure.

As soon as that happened, Hermine was in a position to be pursued.

Serge Ray-Gibelle and the others ordered me to give them my life.

Hermine was furious.

There was no more humiliation than telling a child who didn't even know what politics was about to do, to take responsibility for politics.

He thought of destroying the Royal family of Gibelle and making the country itself his own. The time was just right. Gandhia's long battle was over and the Gandhian army was depleted. A need arose to rest the battle in order to recover the lost force. Outreach is foolish and there is no room for interference in civil unrest in other countries. The only thing that could happen was right now. Fortunately, it was the legions returning from Maldia that were wearing out, but his breathtaking legions that remained in the country had not even lost their strength. I haven't even worn it out. If we put that army on the spindle, we will be able to kick it easily, such as the Gibelle government forces, or we will be able to take a negotiating seat with Gandia, as long as we can defeat the Gibelle royal family and take control of Gibelle.

At that time, just tell him Serge took responsibility.

That's what I was thinking.

But if we find out it was Setuna-led forces that emitted Seidlock and raided across the border, we'll change our minds, too. I have to change.

If the army led by Setuna the Black Spear is the opponent, how can it make sense with the Great Army? Apart from the story if we could align the armed summoners, there were only three armed summoners under his command, of which only two were battle-oriented. Only doubts arise as to whether those two can control the black spear. I can only see a future that will kick ass, even if I gather all the power of Hermine's army.

I'm not overestimating Setuna's power. Rather, quote low and that's it. That's the least you can do. In fact, it is the black spear Setuna and Gandia's hero who shows off more than that.

Look, Kruselk, even if you remember the war.

He has destroyed more than 10,000 Imperial Demons by himself.

Hermine, who has fought with the Imperial Devil, understands how frivolous and improbable it is by now.

You shouldn't fight by cutting the front.

There is no other way to survive than to make a move and buy time and let them escape in the meantime.

Survive.

Live, live, live, and seize victory.

I was going to ask Fort Zancourt to sacrifice for that.

"Report!"

It was the soldiers of the decree who jumped into the stronghold. Seeing you breathing on your shoulders, you seem to have been in a hurry for a while, but that would be an effort not to buy Hermine's unhappiness. At present, information is what determines his life and death, and updating the information and obtaining it as soon as possible was what determines the success or failure of his strategy. For that reason, he directed swift action on objects and missionaries, and imposed sanctions on those that he did not understand. The preaching that came rushing in is one of them.

"The enemy forces, they say, have launched an attack on Fort Zancourt!

"Have you eaten up"

Hermine sat back on the conductor's report and stood still quietly.

"Communicate to all armies. Thirty minutes later, our troops will march out more than Xanas. Get ready to go."

"Ha!"

When several conductors stood up and saluted at the same time who had refrained indoors, they quickly left the room.

"... I see. You're going to poke the back of the enemy army and get into chaos, aren't you?

"And when you shoot Uncle Setuna in that mess gap,"

"That's right, my lord general"

And it was the armed summoners Hermine was putting aside to protect his neighborhood. The three impeccable in strength and personality were being nurtured with the intention of making them military executives at their leisure. So far, however, it has not been enough to impress Hermine, and he, in turn, looked around at the three faces.

Inside, in addition to the three armed summoners, there are the conductors who have come to convey reports of objects and several executives. They are all military men raised by Hermine by hand salt, and their strength is in his glasses. That's why Hermine added them to his own army and brought them in. It's too bad to feed them.

This means, on the contrary, that all that has been left at Fort Zancourt is to a lesser extent human resources that are not spared to feed. Only the Legion Leader, who entrusted the command of Fort Zancourt, is spared. He was one of the few delicacies Hermione could combine and didn't want to let go. But it would be difficult to wrap up Hermine's absent Xancourt if not as much as he did, and Hermine therefore let him go. Otherwise, Hermine won't be able to get out of Gibbel alive.

Nothing is more important than my own life.

He has the certainty that if he lives, he can continue to fight, and if he is as talented as he is, he can return from any situation. But if you die, that's it. You can't die. Even if that's why you have to let go of the talent that's supposed to be belly-hearted, it's many times better than dying.

"My Lord General...?

"How did you do?

"My lords, I don't know what to say."

"Is...?

Seeing the blatant reaction of the armed summoners, he flaunted his shoulders. They have to teach me the reason.

"What happens when you fight Uncle Setuna? We're heading west of here."

"To the west......?

"Why?

"I'm determined to run away"

He told me plainly. I didn't even care how the executives reacted. Some executives were working out a strategy for Hermine to repel the Setuna army and thought that he had led the gesture and left Zancourt also to destroy the enemy army by means of a strategy. That's also because Hermine was so groaning when he left Zancourt. Otherwise, no matter how Hermine, it was difficult to get out of Zancourt.

He tricked his men into coming this far.

Neither that nor this is enough to protect one's life.

"Where... are you?

"Well...... the first step is to rendezvous with Melis Ellis, the gallon general who would be on his way to Zancourt. I am thinking of securing my strength and looking at the situation and fleeing the country"

He headed to the back of the room, answering the executives' questions. Through the window, I can see outside. Under the sky, which is still going to rain, the decree of the commanding soldier is ringing. I can see that from the nervousness that ran on the troops that were waiting.

"I see. Gibbel's mastery has given up, so that's it."

"Oh. Right."

"That's a good decision. But for a few moments, it seemed too late to judge."

"... I don't have a choice"

He sighed, keeping his eyes open outside the window. If it hadn't happened unexpectedly, we wouldn't have made such a decision.

"No way, I don't think Gandhia's coming for Uncle Setuna"

"You're on vacation."

"Hmm... but there was room for thought. The Setuna Army, not the Gandia Army, can move it. That's my fault."

It's a matter of possibility.

It was also considered unlimited. I didn't take that into account. I didn't take it into account. I guess I didn't even want to think about it. I didn't want to think about confronting Setuna the Black Spear. Because the result is this misery, he has nothing more to offer than to bite his lips. The more I think about it, the more I find out I've been watching it sweetly.

"So why don't they pay for that stalemate?"

"... what?

He frowned and turned to the speaker. Isn't it a little too poisonous for an executive statement? He tried to convey it with his expression, but the moment he saw the speaker, his thoughts stiffened.

"Long time no see, Hermian-Sector"

It was the girl who smiled softly. A girl dressed in a black-toned servant outfit. That's the face I saw. I also remember dark hair like wet. But red eyes, like blood, are not what he knows of her. When it comes to information that her eyes have been red for some time, you're right, but it's not incredible.

What's incredible is that she was there, mixed up with the executives.

"Are you...!

"I'm here for a reunion, but I want you to die here for Gandhia, for Gibbel."

Reapers smile and say even.

"Who will die -!"

Hermine tried to fight it.

But the fate of death, did not let him go.

Reaper landed at the desk in front of him when he jumped, by the way. The sickle swirls. The bright residual light burned in my eyes.

"No, if you saw Reaper, you'd be dead by then."

I heard voices because, I'm sure, the moment was alive.

My vision shakes violently. The sight as if you were dancing in the air. My neck was severed from my torso, and I guess I danced through the universe. When he recognized it that way, he felt dead. And in the real sense of death, I saw Reaper laughing cold.

"Well. How about you guys?

Rem looked back as he saw his neck fell to the floor, detached from Hermain-Sector's torso. Hermine's favorite things are gathering indoors as the smell of blood begins to fill them. About ten people. It's a small room. There was just enough pressure for Rem to dive in.

"Ha..."

"Hey, nothing..."

"Reaper... Reaper Squad Rem!

Some knew Rem's face and hesitated to recognize her. You didn't even notice when you were diving indoors and talking. Well, that's the least I can do. I was in conversation with Hermine, and Hermine had just made a serious decision. I had to focus my consciousness on Hermine, and not if I was turning my attention to anything else. As a result, Lem was able to dive indoors without any inconvenience.

Whether they noticed it or not, there was nothing wrong with it. About ten people, including Hermine, that's not enough to take.

"It's too late to notice. Master Hermine is dead now, isn't he?

Rem showed Hermine's remains at the tip of the sickle. An upset runs indoors.

"If so, stupid......!?

"General!?

"You......!

What rushes to the General's body, what pulls out the sword around his waist, what begins to cast a spell - as he reacts to each of them, Rem did not erase the mild grin. Because where they resisted in an unpleasant way, they could neither kill her nor repel her.

That's why she's here.

"You all have a choice"

Rem made the “Reaper” emerge from his shadow and split it into five bodies. Five bodies from the sign to the land, pressing the field. It's just a restraint. It's just that, but this will be enough for them.

"Do you fight and die only as Hermian-Sector's men? Surrender immediately and submit to the government of Zibel. I thought it would be bad for me to die clean here."

"What..."

"That was a good one in this situation!

"It is in my dialogue. What did you say that you didn't even protect the general? There's nothing vague about it."

"You!

"Loyalty is a pain in the ass."

Set the sword on the big upper level, glancing at the man who jumped at me, Rem told him.

"I didn't know you'd lose sight of reality."

The spear on the “Reaper” reference pierced the man's chest and cut it off as it was. “Reaper" looks around as he steps on the remains of a desperate man under a blow. The room quieted back to the “Reaper” attitude of whether there were any other enemies.

They surrendered to Rem.

But not all the soldiers gathered in Zana's Hill followed Lem, and she had to kill the soldiers who resisted. Though there was nothing wrong with killing the miscellaneous soldiers, it was impossible for Zibel's power to be reduced as a result.

Of course, it has nothing to do with her.

I don't care what kind of end a country named Gibbel will follow.

I didn't want to fight for Gibbel in the first place.

"Think of it for me."

After taking control of Zana's hill, it goes without saying that Setuna's only words floated behind her brain, and that was the only thing that was poking and moving her.