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

The Sigurds Myram Aerial Assault Squad is all aboard three river ships.

Each had succeeded in travelling far above the ground by towing by the Imperial Demon, who had excellent flying abilities: Neglebev and Bethlear.

It is the forces provided to each of them by the troika of Lognoll, Enjour and Kofbansar that make up the air assault force.

The largest number of people were more than five hundred in the "Pale Wind", and the size and weight limits of river ships prevented everyone from boarding a single ship. About two hundred people aboard one ship. Which means we've got a big ship ready for this operation not so long ago.

Sigurd boards a ship named No. 2, which boards two hundred Sigurd-led "Pale Winds". Although there was some reassurance that they were all human, they were also anxious that they did not possess the art of controlling the Imperial Demons who conducted the flight on the contrary.

The most ships boarded fifty Imperial Demons led by Ga Sel Gui and one hundred and fifty of the "Pale Winds", while the third one boarded five armed summoners of Lognoll, thirty Enjour Kuroyoshi and one hundred and fifty of the "Pale Winds". This means that the main force of this aerial assault force can also be the idea of five hundred "pale winds," but it's actually not. It was the five armed summoners of Lognoll who were the main force, and then the Imperial Demons had their expectations. Black Warriors, "The Pale Wind" can be called like a couple of pairs.

It's busy, so to speak.

It was the role of the Sigurds in general to deal with the miscellaneous soldiers of the Goddess Order Army that would remain in Myram, and it was the role of the main armed summoners to discuss the Goddess. Inevitably, the overwhelming attack power of the Redemption Army outweighs the innate power of the Imperial Demon. Though the Imperial Demons seemed unhappy, the mood of the armed summoners who have to face the Goddess will not be as easy as the Imperial Demons.

It remains unclear what power Mariella-Forehorn, who names the goddess, has. It has also been found from prior information that he does not just call himself a goddess. They're making the goddess confess that doing all sorts of miracles isn't just a self-proclaimed thing. A miracle is apparently a myriad of magical phenomena, and it was hard to imagine they could not be used in combat.

Besides, the goddess is not the only enemy to be feared.

There is a phenomenon called white isomerization.

It is an unknown symptom of the development not only of humans but also of imperial demons and animals. It progresses with no prospect of recovery once it develops, he said, eroding and transforming the human body and the body of imperial demons. Sigurds had heard stories that when parts of the flesh began to turn white and even change shape, it even affected the personality of the developer and eventually turned into a monster causing disaster around them, and that such symptoms had caused damage to Enjour residents.

The human voice did not reach anything completely white alienated, which meant that it would only continue to destroy and kill without reason, and that it would have to kill. Besides, it seems that just crushing the heart won't stop the activity just by snapping your neck. Anything is like another heart somewhere in the white-differentiated area, and if you don't destroy it, it plays indefinitely and keeps active.

Nor was such a monster out of common sense familiar to the Sigurds.

The pilgrimage teacher Radian-Old Smile of the Vashtarian army, who met in the final war, came to fruition in the midst of the battle into an alien monster. That was the Radian who stood by as if it were God's blessing, but if it were still the case, was it not a form of white alienation?

There was little in common between the white-differentiated humans and the Radians and those who named themselves messengers of God.

If it were the same thing, Myram, from which the Sigurds plan to descend, would turn into a hell of a battlefield.

No matter how thin it got, we should be putting about 2,000 to 3,000 defensive forces aside, and if only a fraction of them were white-identified, we agreed that would be a muddy battlefield.

The Radians, who became messengers of God, were finally able to be tailored by Lux, who maximized the power of Gravestone.

Assuming the white alienation and the apostle of God are the same thing, Sigurd has no winning eye.

He had his feet on the bow and felt the wind on a ship pushing even through the midwinter sky. Arms together, looking across the sky. The ship was running over the cloud sea. It was freezing cold, but I still can't imagine what the real temperature is because it's relieved by the magic of the Imperial Demons Lewdies.

The pure white sea, right in front of you - no, it's spread all around you. A flock of white clouds that reflect sunlight. Three ships line it up and drive it. I don't see anything on the ground. It may be time for a battle between the main unit and the Goddess Order Army to begin, and a separate task force and Goddess Order Army detachment that protruded in defense may have confronted each other.

All, do not leave the realm of speculation.

But Sigurd didn't doubt his hunch, either, fine dust.

I've lived on the battlefield for a long time. I have crossed numerous battlefields. That's why I've felt like throwing up blood reflexes, or I've spent time hiding in a corpse. He had dived through numerous dead lines and the experience he had cultivated gave him the feeling of reading the opportunity to fight.

Heavy fighting will be taking place on each battlefield by the time the ships carrying the Sigurds reach Myram.

Myram's goddess can't even assume that the power of the goddess overthrow will descend from above. The goddess is a former pilgrimage teacher. Speaking of pilgrimage teachers, so did Radian-Oldsmith, but he also has the side of being a formidable warrior. It is the pilgrimage teacher who has the alias of the small church that moves. In order not to denigrate the authority of the Church, pilgrimage teachers were required to have a commensurate strength. But it's physical, not about experience.

Regardless of what has happened since the continent became the norm between the three major forces and the group of small nations, the three major forces should have spinning history in a world almost unrelated to war. There would have been small quarrels and squabbling, and not many of those rumors were heard. But there couldn't have been enough battlefields for a pilgrimage teacher to pack the same experience as the mercenaries who cross and eat on battlefields like the Sigurds.

The final war could indeed have been a major experience. But the final war, from the three main forces, was nothing more than a quantitative battle, and nothing more than a tactic or a strategy. Something that has only experienced such a battle is near impossible, such as reading through the thoughts of the Sigurds.

He noticed that he was gripping the amulet he lowered from his neck, flashing. Amulet bag handed to me by Enjour's guardian Elenia-Diphone. Inside, there was just like a piece of blue metal in it. Sigurd doesn't know what that means. But I didn't see any point in her exchange for gathering reverence from the inhabitants as Enjour's patron saint. Besides, I feel so calm when I'm holding it in my hand. It's like being protected by great power, that's the feeling.

(You said there was a goddess guardian over here.)

Elenia-Diphone is revered as Enjour's patron saint. During the final war, Enjour was surrounded by storm walls, because he protected himself from the Vashtarian army. No one in Enjour knows how to create a huge storm barrier, but he knows that's what Elenia did. Because that's what Elenia told us.

It is also inevitable that her ratings within Enjour will change dramatically, and it may have been inevitable that since then something has emerged that worships her like God.

A amulet handed to me by such a goddess. I guess it's natural to feel comfortable.

In doing so, the sun began to set. The sun is setting in the west - that is, in the direction of progress. Beautiful as the white, shining clouds burned red and dyed deep red to the sky.

It means we're leaving Enjour and more than half a day early is about to pass.

"It was about time... right?

"Yeah, according to the Demon King Army, we'll be there at night."

"It's early."

"Well, it's flying."

Idyll-Moog comes with food stuck in his mouth. My spit flew and my colleagues around me looked disgusted.

Arriving at night means a night battle. Besides, it's a night raid. Keeping your stomach full is not a mistake. Sigurd left the bow to imitate him, too.

When the war starts, it's close.