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

From miscellaneous soldiers to troop leaders, the Vashtarian army was not an exaggeration when it came to whitefling. Weapons and protective equipment are often painted white. Even though it was not a white colour, the white percentages were extremely high, and it could be said that it was a white army.

White is filling my vision.

Everywhere else was white, and Lux kind of wanted to laugh. No, in fact, laughing, he's attacking a front-line unit of enemy troops.

The mercenaries of "The Pale Wind," led by Sigurd, and "Red Wings," led by Benedict, were able to escape the rain of the arrows by attaching them to the front-line unit. Even the great army will not be able to take tactics that would harm its own forces. Even if it's a sacrifice for victory, then it's too big for nothing.

Lux cleaved his enemies as soon as he held Gravestone in his hands. Normal armor and so forth, in front of the Gravestone, can be described as paper.

We talked about dragons inhabiting the northern earth and dragons obeying the Vashtarian army, but Lux has not confirmed what the dragon looks like. I thought you were asking for an opportunity to lurk somewhere and put it on the battlefield, but apparently that doesn't look good. It is hard to imagine that it has been wiped out.

He said he was put into the Battle of Dragon House.

Breathe tight, and ramble around in enemy formation. Cut off the swordsman's arm and chop it off into pieces with a knife to be returned. Kick that body, letting each of the soldiers behind you take it pierce and despair, plus swirl your sword from body to body on the spot, stroking the enemy soldiers around you. Cut off enemies with instinct in the smell of choking blood. I won't stop. I don't need to stop. I can't stop it. You don't have to stop it. He mutilates the miscellaneous soldiers with his strength, with his will, with his unconscious movements, slashes and kills what looks like a troop leader, and piles up piles of corpses.

Breathe deeply and sharply.

Dragon breathing.

War Dragon Caller and Tran-Cargilius were there.

The breathing technique Tran learned from dragons can activate vitality and multiply physical function. However, it was Tran's argument that it was not something that anyone could imitate, nor, in the first place, could be remembered just by looking at it. In fact, nothing that could imitate Lux's breathing was in the "Pale Wind" or "Red Wings". That even fierce men like Sigurd can't reproduce it.

Lux didn't think it was that difficult because it looked familiar. but knowing that fact also understands that it doesn't seem to be an easy one.

By combining the enhancement of physical abilities and five senses through the possession of a subpoena weapon with the War Dragon Calling method, Lux's combat abilities improved to an unparalleled extent. No longer could anyone capture what Lux looked like. When the Miscellaneous Soldiers see what Lux looks like, it's only the moment that Lux's sword prunes the lives of the Miscellaneous Soldiers, and it would have been nice to call the sight of death itself.

Only a few moments had passed since the battle had begun, but more than a hundred soldiers had already been killed and fulfilled by the hands of Lux.

Lux isn't the only one fighting, no matter what. Sigurd, Jin, Benedict, and Fallu-Fitline are fighting each other, killing one enemy soldier, and one more. So are Lux's men. Everyone is becoming a dead soldier and wielding fierceness, shaking up enemy armies.

To the Vashtarian army, which can only crush numbers for a favor, it must have been difficult to understand, such as the psychological state of the people who were widows but feared death, but rather tried to jump joyfully and bravely towards death.

Lux was looking for an enemy commander as he ran around the battlefield and slaughtered enemy soldiers. Two hundred thousand troops. If the chain of command is disturbed, that's all that's gonna be a big deal. Of course, I never thought I'd be able to grab a victory for that. It's just a prank to stretch the time of battle.

But that's fine.

Those who only ravage in overwhelming numbers should, for once, be seen in pain. Such a sigurd idea pokes and moves Lux.

Heal your health to restore strength through the Warrior Dragon Crying Method. The War Dragon Calling Method is powerful, but at the same time has its drawbacks. It was originally the dragon's breathing technique. It is the tough, incomparable flesh of the dragon that deserves it, and not what man should be forced to use. Significant enhancements in physical abilities can be described as enough for heaven and earth to turn upside down, but for that matter, physical exhaustion is too intense. Whatever the short-term showdown is, it's not for a fight that just defeats the enemies in line.

However, depending on how you use it, Lux's own research has found that you can increase the rate of recovery of your health, as well as reduce the drain on your health. This makes it possible to strengthen physical abilities in short-term showdowns and to use them separately from resilience in long-term battles.

Lux switched to resilience in anticipation of a long battle.

(I'll kill you 10,000 or 20,000)

Lux swung through the Gravestone and truncated the enemy soldiers with each shield as he threw up all over his chest.

(You sold us a fight, die regretting it)

You're going to die anyway. You won't mind if I say that.

Me, too, dying.

My wife, Benedict, will die, too. My brother-in-law Farewell, too, dies.

Sigurd and gin, too, die.

Everyone dies.

Then I'll bring as many enemies on the road as I can.

Lux flew further around the battlefield as he opened his mind to killing and mutilated the enemy in front of him. There is no dragon figure. Have you been turned to another unit, or have you decided that 200,000 on the ground is enough for this battle? Either way, it was convenient not to have a dragon. Lux is also well aware that dragons are threatening organisms.

Lux was born in the North.

I can still vividly recall seeing a flaming dragon in a freezing snowstorm. Organisms powerful enough to twist and bend even natural dishes. I know it's a dragon. So I was relieved to find no dragon at all.

With the dragon, the luxes would have been wiped out with no stickiness at all.

Because the rain of the first arrow had turned into magical rain.

That's when the explosion happened. Flashes and roars that shook the atmosphere are not the magic of dragons, but perhaps the ability to summon armed.

When Lux truncated his surrounding enemies, he immediately turned backwards. Clear the way in the sea of enemy soldiers as they tear apart the enemies that line them. Exactly cutting it open. All of these are just miscellaneous soldiers. There can't be teething enemies or anything. Naturally. Lux is a "sword ghost”. The complacency that something that could be fattened by the "sword ghost" would be so lame drove him. Once again, a blast. Shockwaves are blowing up the body. The bodies of Vashtarian soldiers as well as those of the Gandhian army danced through the universe. Blood scatters, organs pour down.

Such a battlefield.

The enemy armed summoner was in the air. He spreads a pair of wings and has a trident spear in his hand. The light converging on the tip of the ear seemed to cause the explosion. Countless arrows have been released by the Gandian army to armed summoners, but none of them have been plundered by armed summoners. A whirlpool of atmosphere created by a winged subpoena arm entangles an arrow and releases a return arrow. The blood splash went up there.

Step on the back of a truncated enemy soldier and fly. Only at that moment did he switch his breathing methods, so his leg strength to awesome made Lux's body fly like an arrow. The distance to the armed summoner shrinks in an instant. An armed summoner saw this one. The moment his eyes opened to amazement, Lux saw the "sword ghost” in his eyes. “The Sword Ghost” silently swung through his sword, mutilating himself in the eyes of the armed summoner and showing him.

He broke his head and let it die.

Falling to the ground for each enemy body, Lux took a trident spear from the body as he stepped on it and landed. The eartip is a spear divided into three forks, and the pattern is twisted. The elaborate decoration is a hallmark of the Summoning Army.

"Lux! You're here!

That's how I try to jump at you. Throw a spear at Benedict. Benedict received it in a hurry.

"Wow, what is this?"

"Summon the armed. Use it even if you can't."

"What the hell is that?"

Towards her swelling cheeks, Lux accidentally opens his mouth.

"Benedict can use it."

"Wow, flattery?

"I think so."

"Ugh."

When Benedict laughs happily at something, even Lux is happy because, I'm sure, he's married.

"What are you doing, in the middle of the enemy line?"

"Isn't that the kind of siggle you're getting involved with?"

Against Sigurd, Jin says.

"It's the last fight. Let's laugh."

"I agree, then you don't have to blame both of us, do you?"

"Uh, either way."

'Cause that's what I do.

"Considering that I won't be able to hear your novels, I might miss you a little bit. A little."

"A little, it's superfluous, Sigurd"

Lux responded to an impending enemy soldier by moving only his sword as he saw two people interacting unchanged from the old days. Two relationships that haven't changed anything since we met. He is a comrade of war with bitterness, a compatriot, like a good brother, a family, two dear to Lux above all else.

I don't want you to die.

When I started thinking about it that way, there was nothing I could do, and the sentiment arose that I wanted to let just the two of you live. No, it's not just the two of us. The members of The Pale Wind. Benedict. Farewell. Everyone. Don't you need to die except yourself?

A way to dive through this hellish battlefield isn't necessarily.

It's just a question of whether we can all live out of this hell.

That's all I care about.