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

"That's not exactly a glimmer."

It was Weselnil who roared low as he watched the sights of the battlefield in the distance. The giant body, dressed in pure white armor, is particularly large in the group, and you can sense strength from its physique. The back of a heavy white armor reminiscent of some fierce beast is engraved with a white circular shield and a crest on the side of a lion, but that's not just his armor. The armor of the five men in the main unit is stamped with the same crest. I'm glad that's a testament to their compatriots.

Regardless, the bond does not mean that it cannot be proved without something of that form. It's invisible. Without form, there's no way we can break the bond that binds their souls.

"Lyohan is the main mountain of armed summoning. Everyone and he are learning the art of armed summons. And he is also educated that the learned technology should be used for the cities where it was born and raised. Their patriotism is not so easy to crush."

"Exactly"

Wezelnil looked back at this one and clasped his shoulders.

"Exactly."

And again, he sees the battlefield. No, we seem to have turned our gaze far behind the battlefield, beyond the silent hills, to Mount Lyov. Mount Lyov was now burning red for a time as the darkness of the night loomed. The sunset is giving off its last gleam. The great figure of Mount Lyov, who bathes in that light all by himself, cannot help but remember the sentiments, even of his servants.

Once, when I climbed the mountain, I never imagined that this would be the case. He's not the only one. They, with him, could not have thought of such a disastrous future either. Who's alone? Someone must have had a brighter dream. Even if that path was long and steep, I must have believed there was a shining horizon ahead. Otherwise, I don't want to walk with him.

Because we have fought together to pay for the darkness of confusion from this world.

Vishtal turned his gaze back to the battlefield as he narrowed his eyes to the sight in those eyes. On the fronts stretched northeast of Mount Lyoff, further northeast of Silent Hill, towards the Silent Stone Forest, battles are waged equal to the Heavenly Mutation. A battle in which humans and divine soldiers are involved. A second struggle between the Lyohan army and the army they lead. On top of the numbers, this one is overwhelming. It boasts less than 40,000 at the beginning of the war, and yet that number has not fallen below 30,000. But the Lyohan army formation was also a difficult substitute to crush in quantity.

Originally, this battle did not come solely from this battlefield. The siege of Lyohan with more than 200,000 troops and his continued extermination were the tactics they concluded were the easiest means of attacking and destroying Lyohan. But the fact that Lyohan had the genus Dragon on his side, led by Ramles-Syfa Dorus, was a vendetta. The dragons' firepower quickly devastated multiple positions, making the Lyohan siege net incomplete. If so, Lyohan will also be able to strike out into the showdown.

The army of Lyohan boasts what can be termed the highest power in this hellish world. It can be said that the formation of the Guardian Peak Samurai and the Seven Great Heavenly Samurai, the goddess of war, consisting of more than two thousand armed summoners, is no better than the devastated Great Powers. It's relative to the world's leading power.

In a soldier made up of just human beings, it was a natural consequence that the maintenance of the front was also unavoidable.

"I stepped on it when the General of the Divine Army who had Lyohan retrieve it earlier called in a civil conflict... apparently Lyohan is bound by a much stiffer bond than we think"

Weselnil left tens of thousands of soldiers deliberately on the battlefield during his retreat in the invasion of Lyohan last December. It is usually impossible to dump tens of thousands of talent, however insignificant from their total power. With the transfer mechanism of a flying ship, you can transfer as much as you want to your home country, so you should collect it whenever possible. I didn't do that because I had a Weselnil ploy.

Wezernil stepped that Lyohan's merciful goddess of war could not be left in this end-of-the-life wilderness, even if it was hostile until just now. Besides, we might be able to get information on the enemy who attacked Lyohan. It has nothing to do with the will of the goddess of war, you can't leave it alone.

Weselnil's idea was a hit.

Lyohan secured not one of those enemy generals, which he called the Divine Army, and drew them into Lyohan. I would have interrogated you, and you would have been distressed to extract information. However, when it turns out that no significant information is available, then the problem arises. Whether there is enough leeway to feed 30,000 new humans in the island of Taryohan on land.

Weselnil sees no.

If the world is worldly, it is not difficult to accommodate and feed 30,000 human beings, even Lyohan. Negotiate with the surrounding cities and you can do whatever you want. Even if it is a hostile city to the Vashtarian community, it is the people of the Church and the Vashtarians who cannot help but respond to the call for salvation. If Lyohan bows his head, that will solve many problems.

But times have changed.

There's been a breach.

The unprecedented natural mutation that crushed the world also unmercifully tore and shattered the land of the Vashtarian community. Lyohan escaped difficulty by the presence of a patron saint, but the surrounding cities, they did not. Many cities were damaged and many died. I can't stand up to Lyohan. Why should we listen to Lyohan when we are desperate to sustain our own lives? Every city would show such a reaction. Because we know that, we should have thought that Lyohan would also have to handle 30,000 refugees ourselves.

And it seems that Weselnil had gained some certainty about that treatment. The goddess of war, Faria-Aslalia, will surely reach out to 30,000 refugees and try to embrace them in Lyohan, he said. And that must cause Lyohan to cause internal division, he thought. No matter how much Lyohan is made up of a pillar called the Goddess of War, there is no way that a rebellion can be created against a place that would cut Lyohan's life -.

"It won't matter, such as Lyohan's bond. Weselnil."

A white-armed woman, who was arm-wrapped in front of Vistahl, looked up at Weselnil. Luxurious and small to see, she called her name Miztris. He also bears a white circular shield on his back and a crest on the side of a lion, but is invisible because of the two great swords on his back. Most importantly, the same crest was engraved in the sheath of the Great Sword, and there was nothing wrong with that.

"Oh, yeah. You're right, Miztriz. No matter how hard Lyohan's bonds are, we have to crush him."

"If that's what you know, why don't you just smash it. Look, you broke down while you were talking."

As Miztriz said, the formation on the front line was seeing the fear of collapse. Despite putting in as many as a hundred divine soldiers on the front line. It is normal to assume that there were only less refined divine soldiers, but that if a hundred bodies were to advance at the same time, there would not be as many of them as there were of the hosts of Lyohan.

"It's my fault."

"Because you're so sloppy. Command of the Divine Soldier is your role."

"When they say that... there's no word to give back"

"Then just go. Vishtal's escort is mine."

"I'm here, too, Miztriz."

And it was Falneria who nailed Miztris. Though taller than Miztris, he doesn't hide that luxury because he's wearing white armor. Though he has a flesh so forged that neither Farnelia nor Miztriz nor a man can beat him, he hasn't built a muscle to waste. As a result, it looked luxurious. Farnelia's armor is slightly rounded.

"Oh, yeah"

"... well, it's safe for both of you."

Wezelnil just sighed when he saw how Miztriz and Farnelia were breathing. For a long time, yes, but he was no match for the two of us. So, I guess. When he consolidated his fist, he tried to superimpose it in front of his chest to temper him.

"Come on, let's go"

That was the moment he turned Vishtal around.

A strong sign emerged over their heads at the same time that they thought a gust of wind had blown. Looking up, there was so much brilliance there that it turned off the darkness and flew away. Huge amounts of light shine in all directions. It's not dissipating power in vain. I'm just letting out the light.

"Such a crappy battlefield, even before Sir and others go out on purpose."

My voice echoes in the back of my brain. Instead of flesh voice, the brain recognizes the idea of being delivered directly into the head as audio. It's the voice of God.

"Am I...?

"Sir..."

Vishtal recognized his presence, nestled like a shadow in the heart of immense light, and frowned. It is only natural that God is accompanied, but it was unexpected that God would come out on the battlefield.

"Heh heh... it is easy to overshadow the situation depending on how you use it, even less refined divine soldiers who are easily broken through by one child. The seeds were already scattered. Wouldn't it?

……

I've been watching, gentlemen. What is the battle of God? And know. He said that God's lords could not imitate it.

The voice of God, full of confidence, had pity for the Vishtars.