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

"A battle is a vain thing"

The words of Rubeles Raegnus-Diehl echo vainly.

On the rubble of an abandoned city, the man named Holy King went so drunk on himself. I'm drunk about playing a human being named Rubeles Raegnus-Deal, maybe I should.

Midgard-Waharam was currently close to Rubeles and accompanied by the Holy King's Army in its military operations. To record and burn to memory all the battles that should also be called the barbarism of the Holy Imperial Army, there is no other way to do so. No, in the first place, he didn't have a choice. Even his invention, knowing that he was only destined to be spinned by a certain being, could not have his own will or anything else.

"Don't you think? Friends."

"Friends...?

To an unexpected word, he looked up. The Holy King is looking down at us from above the pile of rubble. Under a clear sky, in a backlit and shadowed face, only eyes emitted a golden light. I'm not human. That was painful when I reunited with him. Rubeles is not a human being. At least, you're not what you can call human.

"Midgard-Waharam should have been a friend of Rubeles Raegnus-Deal. Didn't I?"

He didn't answer.

The word of the Holy King is not a lie. The fact is, Midgard and Rubeles were on the right track to call themselves best friends. Midgard was born into a nobleman connected to the royal family. In my childhood, it was the beginning of my relationship with him that I was entrusted to play with Luberes. We've known each other a long time. I've had enough of a pattern to call it half a body at any given time. I thought that it was due to that pattern that Luberes gave me all the support I could to Midgard, who started researching the Demonic Crystal technology.

Actually, what do you think?

The truth is, where is it?

In the thought of falling into suspicious darkness, you won't be able to derive the right answer, etc.

He was staring at the blurry, rubeles-faced carbide. Then Rubeles glanced over his shoulder and showed him. It's a reaction that has been shattered. The Holy King, without a doubt, enjoys conquering and mocking Midgard. Something as boring as unresponsiveness, there is.

"I still consider you my friend."

He's said that, but Midgard didn't return anything. Speaking of something, I'm sure he'll be happy. Whatever your reaction, you must be pleased. So it's best to pass unresponsiveness. Where I bought his anger as a result, there's nothing he can do to elicit Midgard's reaction. Just enough to shrug your shoulders.

(Vain...?)

Midgard snaps, all over his chest.

Mundor, Egmund capital.

Like the cities that have been destroyed so far, there have been no battle-like fights. No, regardless, it's not like the Egmund side didn't fight back. I found myself not responding to the negotiations. I did my best to show resistance. But the truth was that, to the extent of Egmund's power, it was not easy to reward the Holy King's Army with one arrow, as opposed to causing it to be painful.

Overwhelming battle power difference.

All this is hard to come by.

He was the one who had only seen about the Mock Exercise or the Imperial Demon Crusade when he was in Deal, but he has seen a number of actual fights since he came out to Gandhia. That and this was also the gift of a deal with Gandia, and thanks to it I definitely saw improvements to the Demon Crystal doll. Anyway, in the Battle of Gandia, accompanied by Midgard, the Holy King's Army had unfolded such a battle that it had never been remembered that it had prevailed so far.

Can I call it a fight, or not?

Shouldn't it be a ravage?

It had stacked such an overwhelming victory that one of the generals would be so crushed. It was no exaggeration to say how much the city surrounded by solid walls, the fortress of intransigence, and naked and the same in front of the main army of the Holy King's Army.

Input of mass-produced demon crystal dolls.

That is linked to the overwhelming victory of the Holy King's Army.

The Mass Produced Demon Crystal Doll is the only weapon similar to the Demon Crystal Doll Urk that Midgard has successfully activated. Urk has self and conducts combat actions autonomously. Although the order is complied with, the content of the battle itself is largely at its own discretion. How can we fight efficiently? It is Wolk who fights with constant high speed calculations of what attacks to make sure his allies are not harmed.

Mass produced demon crystal dolls, no.

Apparently, there is no self-expression in the mass-produced Demon Crystal doll, which is controlled by a surgical transcription mechanism invented by Midgard and also mounted on Urk's body. However, the surgical transcription mechanism, like the body, appears to be improved, and with some knowledge and skill it seems relatively easy to remotely operate. That achievement has led to victory, which should also be called the ravages of the Holy King's Army. The lowering of the remotely operated laying of the Demon Crystal doll means that you can leave that much combat to the Demon Crystal doll.

The body of a mass-produced Demon Crystal doll is like using Spirit Gold as it is, not Spirit Alloy, but still sturdy compared to normal protective equipment, making no difference that the whole body is like a mass of metal. Besides, the destructive power of built-in uniforms such as wave light cannons is threatening. Although the power of the wave light cannon falls more dramatically than that of Urk due to the material of the body, it still remains vicious.

If dozens or hundreds of mass-produced demon crystal puppets fire wave light cannons at the same time, that alone would plunge cities and fortresses into devastation. Let the army and others kick in an instant. Even if an armed summoner temporarily abuses you, it's impossible to keep doing so.

Nothing can fail to be helpless before a puppet unit proud of the Holy King's Army.

Besides, that's not all the Holy King's Army boasts. The Magic Crystal doll is a combat weapon that has been created by assembling pieces of Magic Crystal technology, but various weapons have been developed and put into practice even before that. Those demonic crystal weapons groups were operated by the military during imperial demon crusades and policing within the Holy King's kingdom, achieving extraordinary results.

Even in this war, the activity of the weapons groups is remarkable.

The only thing that is most effective is the mass-produced Demon Crystal doll.

(Now it's only a matter of time before the puppets control the small group of nations)

Midgard narrowed his eyes in contempt of the dolls being inspected and maintained in a corner of the city. dolls with shapes very similar to Urk's. No matter, no self, no words. A combat weapon that is merely controlled by a surgical ceremony and that carries out combat actions.

The doll he devised, designed and developed, no longer had anything to do with his will but ravage the city, kill one person and destroy the country. Because he knew this was going to happen, he was studying the development of the Devil's Crystal doll confidentially, but it's also a vain story now. Even that happened on the palm of the palm of the monster that named Luberes.

Everything was still moving, as a pictorial depiction of a single thing.

Midgards The dreams and hopes of the researchers served as food for the ambitions of the monsters outside.

He has no idea what the Holy King is waging such a senseless battle for. It should be quicker to accept the surrender of the hostiles, if only to dominate the group of small nations and extend the territory of the Holy Kingdom. Even though we are stacking an overwhelming victory, the side of the Holy King's Army does not end intact either. There are also casualties. Before an armed summoner strikes, the general soldier dies without any exchanging. If so, wouldn't it be more convenient for us to respond to negotiations and accept surrenders?

"That's not how it works."

Rubeles comes, as if he had read it in his heart. In fact, you may know as to take it in your hands, such as inside Midgard. Otherwise, we can't rule Midgard's life.

"What do you mean"

Midgard saw a monster descending from a pile of rubble.

"The ritual needs blood. Whatever the ritual,"

That's how he turned his attention to Mundor city. I see a Mundor citizen leaning against the remains of the war dead. It would be civilians caught up in battle. Mundor was completely subdued by the Lord Army of the Holy King. The Egmund royal family has abandoned the capital when the Holy King's Army pushes against Mundor. That one of Mundor's was abandoned by the royal family. But that's also all I can say about it.

It's weirder to see all these overwhelming power differences and try to stand up to them. So the Mundor government asked the Holy King's Army to negotiate. I guess I was going to surrender. Dawn the city, starting with Mundor. But I guess I was going to survive. But the Holy King's Army pushed the messenger back. I'm not open to negotiation. Only attack and destroy.

What's the point in doing it that way?

Midgard's doubts were about to be iced off by Rubeles' words.

"We must sacrifice."

Rubeles said.

"If that's the grand ceremony to fulfill our promise to the world, all the more so"

This battle - such a great war that it could involve all of this continent - is a ritual.

(Grand Rite...)

If that's why the Holy King's Army has no negotiations, does not accept surrender, just attacks and destroys -.

Midgard meditated and bit his teeth.

(Uncle Setuna)

The kingdom of the youth, who was the Lord of Urk and the subject of research and speaker for Midgard, will also perish.

"Rituals......"

He took it for granted that Nina looked surprised.

It's about the night of the Meleldion reign in the capital of Meleldia.

The fight was one-sided. There has never been a single battle for an Imperial Army to be pushed since the departure of the Imperial Territory to this day. In any battle, a number of violence said things. Lots of passives. If there is also an overwhelming difference in quantity, neither the measures of divine conspiracy nor a thousand fierce men make sense. Any tactic, strategy, warrior, fierce man can disappear like dust and mustard.

Numbers are power.

Counting is the shortest path to victory.

No matter how powerful the force is, it is as dust in front of the numbers.

It's so overwhelming, and there's never been a more boring battle.

The Neewes are just too bored to take part in the fight.

"Is it true that your father was offered such a thing?"

"Yes."

Affirmative, nagging.

Regardless of Nina's father, she is the current emperor, Sywelhein Raegnus-Deal, where she is Niewe's father. Siwelhein was working with the Seventh Party Army, led by Nina. It's not the main unit led by Nina, it's with a separate team at the rear. The Emperor is accompanying the Seventh Army, which was given the role of protecting the border, not the First Army, which was entrusted with the Imperial Capital, to inform and strongly impress that the heir to the throne is Niewe, Siwelhein says.

Siwelhein is seriously going to make Niewe emperor.

He also said that it was necessary to end this battle with a complete victory in order to do so, but he is not really sure what the terms of that victory are. Siwelhein declares that this military action is to extend the imperial territory. By subjugating a small group of nations before other large forces, they will conquer the continent. But it was clear from the beginning that that was the apparent reason.

It is often quicker to accept surrender if only to extend the territory.

But Siwelhein demanded that the entire army be thoroughly attacked and destroyed. It was a death sentence, and even the military governor on the other hand had no right of veto. There was no room for doubt. Without it, the war began. Should it be called war? Should I call it just a ravage? Either way, in the midst of the battle, Niewe looked at the occasion and worshipped Siwelhein in order to dispel the swollen doubts. That's what I just told Nina.

Indoors, there are only two: Nina and Niewe. I could discuss anything else that I couldn't if anyone else was there, or as much as I wanted to. I didn't need anything to hide between you two. Long time ago. Keep it up, I guess. This will happen especially from now on.

"The ritual requires sacrifice and a great deal of blood," he said.

"For what?"

Nina grabbed her fist and went. Trembling fists may be anger at the irrationality of this battle.

"For what, we perform such rituals? What's the point of doing that?"

"Father says nothing more..."

Neewe wrapped Nina's fist around her with both hands. Siwelhein's answer is only good if he doesn't get the guidelines. Rituals.

"Neewe, I don't know."

"Me, too, I don't know. What the Father is aiming for, what he is aiming for, and what he is thinking, at all..."

"As it is, the country of Setuna that brought you to life is also in danger."

"... Yep"

If the Imperial Army continues to invade like this, Gandia will also be a battlefield. And given the power of the Imperial Army, it is imperative to perish without Gandhia or the art of exchange again. Even where Setuna, his men, and his men aroused, there is nothing we can do in front of this number.

Besides, there's no way Deal or Vashtaria would shut up.

If we know what the empire is doing, we have to move it.

The equilibrium broke.

There was no question how the forces of those great forces would suffer defeat when it came to the most powerful black spear if they avalanched into Gandhian territory to keep standing.

The black spear itself, you can't lose. For nothing.

Again, that's an unquestionable fact.

But Setsuna is human.

Humans have limits.

I'm not inexhaustibly powerful.

After the power runs out, what awaits is an absolute defeat.

It's the same even if it's a black spear setuna.