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

"Captain, Lieutenant, can you sum up all the survivors?

When Lux asked, Sigurd looked out of between.

"Oh? I can't. Oh, hey, what are we gonna do?

"Together when you die," he said? Doesn't sound like it. "

"Well, yeah."

Lux nodded and admitted to his self-derision.

It's certainly not about being who you are.

Unmanned and arrogant is “Sword Ghost” Lux-Vain. With the title "The Pale Wind" Assault Captain, he did little like a captain. Now, that doesn't change. I can't change it. Lux is a swordsman. It is not a vessel that leads troops. That's what the Sigurds know, so they let his men take on the role of captain. Lux, as a swordsman, has to storm. That was Lux's role in "The Pale Wind," and that was unchanged in time of war and in ordinary times.

I didn't have to think about the regiment.

That's what I'm saying right now, thinking about the regiment. I guess that's strange and odd for sigurd and gin.

"Gandhia's one of them, he's pathetic, so gather him up."

"Oh, wow."

"True, it doesn't seem"

Sigurd and Jin smiled, perhaps because they thought something was growing up and accepting the spiritual change in Lux.

"I'll buy you some time."

Speak up, turn back to the enemy.

The enemy soldiers were showing their vigilance with Lux returning. We know that Lux has killed the most Vashtarian soldiers on this battlefield. That was also convenient for Lux. It's easier to buy time if you're going to focus your attacks on Lux.

Lux, when he restarted his sword, ravaged the enemy army by a combat-type breathing technique.

"So, what do we do?

Where the Sigurds had gathered the remnants, the bodies of enemy soldiers could be made like mountains around Lux. Would a thousand have killed? Anyway, I slaughtered and killed the enemies in line as soon as I could. Then enemy soldiers took the distance and switched to tactics with bowshooting as the main axis. Lux is defending his entire body with the armor of a dragonbone. A shield that cannot be damaged by a coarse arrow. From there, Lux was thoroughly guarded. Most arrows didn't even have to be avoided. I only had to deal with shooting at exposed areas, which was great for buying time. Health recovery is also achieved.

In doing so, Sigurd brought survival. Less than five hundred people in total. Gandia, on the other hand, also survived the Fourth Legion Commander Mirvi-Eclid and the Fifth Legion Commander Kate-Eligrissa. Dragonbone armor, I guess.

"What, you got an idea?

"Do you even penetrate?

Kate-Eligrissa joked. Mirvi-Eclid laughs.

"To splash brilliantly, so is that."

"Glorious, hey"

"Are you dissatisfied?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I just thought it wouldn't look good on us."

"Both" The Pale Wind "and" Red Wings "were brave, resolute, extreme, and gorgeous."

"If you say so, the dead will also float."

Jin smiled back at Mirvi-Ekrid's praise.

(Is it floating)

And, Lux thinks.

If you die, that's it.

That's it. What lasted until then, that's where it interrupts. There is no way out of there. As the soul exists, I can comfort the souls of those who died carelessly in those words, etc. They didn't die because they wanted to.

He had to die, so he died.

There was no other way.

I had no choice.

All those other people who don't know how to live.

So, dead.

Meaningless, futile, darkless, dead.

So we must not let him die.

No more, no more need to die in vain, etc. Didn't he die enough? That's enough, didn't you kill him? How much more does death mean?

What does it mean to lose sigurd and gin?

I'll open the bloodstream.

Lux turned his gaze back forward, which was directed at the Sigurds. Forward, that is, north. There are countless enemies. The Lux are already down too many to five hundred, but the Vashtarian army, by the way, must not be reduced from more than two hundred thousand. Lux himself, I don't know how many thousand people he killed, but at this rate it's impossible to kill off 200,000 large armies, etc.

"What? What are you doing?

"Blood path......?

Naturally, Sigurd and Jin were confused and looked at each other. And look back at Lux again. A strange face. Confusion and minor confusion. It's extremely unusual for the two of you to look like that. Lux, out of sight of the two, swung his sword. Beat down the flying arrows and sense signs that the enemy's attack is about to move on to the Sigurds. There is no time. We also know that unpleasant signs are approaching from afar.

"The Vashtarian army is going south. I am aiming for mainland Gandhia. That's right."

"Ah, oh. That's what I hear..."

"If we can break through these 200,000 troops north, or -"

"What are you doing here? You can't do that."

"That's right. Even if we break through, we'll just get caught up."

"I'll stop you from catching up."

Lux, out of words, picked up the arrow at his feet and threw it away. The arrows flew linearly and stabbed the gap in enemy soldiers' armor. Screaming. I'm not going to die. Because the soldiers around us move to evacuate them. It's just better to jam him moderately than not to kill him.

"So what's so exciting all by yourself?"

"I don't want Sigurd and Jin to die."

"Lux, I'm sorry!

Looking back at Sigurd approaching with anger, control. Sigurd's anger-burning face grew nosy.

"I have lived to this day because I had Sigurd and Jin. If it weren't for the two of you, you'd be drowning wild somewhere. That's about all I know. I didn't know how to live."

That, I guess, I don't know yet.

I'm sure there's only one place in this group of mercenaries called "The Pale Wind". Without the "Pale Wind," you can't live no matter how. I'm so sure. Except for the story if Benedict was there for me, but she's dead for a favor.

"I'm grateful to you both. Because I've lived to this day, I've learned the joy of living. I could see all kinds of people. Benedict or even Setuna. Thanks to Sigurd, Jin, and both of you."

Again, turn to the enemy forward. You boiled your business down to the fact that you can't even hurt yourself with a bow shot, Vashtarian soldiers were approaching you right in front of you. Regardless, I grasp that stuff with my senses. No matter how close you've come, it's not like Lux doesn't know.

In the first place, there was no way those watching Lux missed the move, and countless arrows pierced Vashtarian soldiers, desperate. Gandia soldiers, I suppose.

"So I won't let you two die. Whatever it is, let it live."

"What the hell did you just say...!

It's a will.

"It doesn't mean it's not even close!

"It's true."

There was so much love in the rough yelling voice that Lux, unexpectedly, almost cried. Even though I'm not sad, my vision distorts.

"There's only one way to crack this situation open. And if you use it, I'm dead. Just like your father."

Lux stared at Gravestone. No matter how much he slashed one, or tore through the iron armor, the clear beauty of the lake did not destroy one blade, nor did it break. It shines beautifully as usual and gives Lux the power to fight.

"Summoning armies have some power over anything. Gravestone is no exception."

"You..."

Sigurd complains.

"I'm sorry. I've been hiding it. I wonder if Gravestone's abilities are unknown. I knew it. Because I saw the moment my father used this ability."

Father Bright-Vain, sheltering Lux, died. That's when Bright used Gravestone's abilities. Ability I have never used before. Naturally. If you use it, you die. That's why I didn't use it. I kept sealing it. The same goes for Lux. To die when I should, I kept hiding.

Now, that's when.

"Until now, I'm sure I've been lost. Because I thought it wasn't bad to die with sigurd or gin."

But that's not true.

Well, then, no.

When Benedict died, I finally understood.

How hard it is to lose someone you care about, how sad it is and how painful it is.

Finally, I remember.

"Lux!"

"Jin, I asked for Sigurd."

"I'll take care of it"

Turning around, Jin was holding me back from siggling. He was doing everything in his power to control the rough beastly sigurd in order not to let Lux's determination get in the way of his inaction to prepare him for it.

Lux was pleased with the reaction of the angry sigurd and the reaction of Gin, who accepted his readiness and determination. No one else. It's because it's two sigurds and a gin.

"Jin, hey!

"Sigurd!"

Listening to the two angers, he hoisted Gravestone overhead.

I see something flying in from the front. Something with wings bearing a light wheel - Radian-Old Smile and a dozen wings. I heard singing. Holy Song Praising Vashtara, the Supreme God. Maybe the winged ones are singing. There was movement in the enemy formation. It was like being pushed and moved by a singing voice, and I started trying to fill the distance that was open between me and Lux.

Lux laughed just at the edge of his mouth.

Then he swirled the sword he put over his head and stabbed it in his own belly.

(Unleash, Gravestone)

Lux groaned as the severe pain ran through his entire body.

(Here are the many souls you have sucked...!

Gravestone reacts violently. A tremendous amount of power runs through the life-burning pain. The souls of the countless enemies that Lux had grabstone in his hands and had killed were what made him unimaginably immense and swept through his body and consciousness.

At the moment of capability activation, a flash of light ran over Lux's retina.

"Boy, what's your name?

"Lux."

'Lux...... hey. Isn't that a good name? It's Jin, right?'

'Yeah, right. It's a good name.'

Two voices sounding more than in the past were the last voices Lux-Vain heard.