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

The moon is far away.

On the other side of the night sky filled with hot smoke, the outline of the moon is so thin that it cannot even see the shadows of the stars. The moonlight is blue and white, just gently and chilly thrown into this earth. With certainty as usual and uncertainty as usual.

Lying in hot water like burning to the core of his body, he put his head on the rock floor surrounding the hot spring and looked up at the night sky. This is not the first time I've enjoyed a hot spring. But I couldn't help but think that Enjour's hot springs are far better than the hot springs on the extremely cold earth, which are blessed with this warm climate. The earth to the north also lives to enter the hot springs.

In that regard, Enjour is fine. There's nothing like freezing to death in the cold trying to get bare to soak in the water. Most of all, I know that with this body right now, even in the North, there will be no freezing to death, and I will endure that it will be a scorching hell.

Therefore, I also understand the pointlessness of immersing myself in a hot spring.

"Damn...... nice water"

But the words that came out with my mouth were completely different from what I actually felt.

"This bleached skin won't discolor no matter how hot it is."

Weselnil let his right arm out of the hot water and into the night sky. The skin, which has spookily discolored white with reincarnation, emits a creepy mystery that remains unchanged in phase. It's my body. It's something I'm used to seeing, but I can't just wipe away the odd feeling. I guess consciousness when I was human is much stronger than consciousness after rebirth as a lion. I should have cut it off, like untrained to humans.

"I don't know if I can be sarcastic."

When I wondered if a cool breeze had blown along with my beautiful voice, the hot smoke that was blocking my vision disappeared and a figure appeared on the rock floor surrounding the hot spring. No, I guess he was there from the beginning.

"In the end, you're the one who feels miserable, aren't you?

That's how I look down on him is Nea Gandia's secondary god, this time the god Hastos, who is acting together as Weselnil's subordinate god in the Logner re-invasion. Looks like a boy from mid to late teens. However, there are many places where humans are separated, such as limbs that emit slight phosphorescence, green hair, and a golden iris, and at first glance you will know that he is an outside monster.

The boy god, who wraps up a strange outfit with intricately intertwined silver threads, clearly knows from its appearance that he did not come to soak in the hot springs. I'm going to keep an eye on Weselnil.

"What a miserable thing."

Weselnil groaned sarcastically distorting the edge of his mouth.

"There's no place in the world that's as good and nice as we are."

"That's how you seem to claim to be pathetic and weak enough to have to tell yourself, though."

"Go ahead."

"I'm not being honest... no one or him"

"If everyone could live honestly, there wouldn't be such a great world, but such a world, it would collapse in no time. Nobody has to look at someone else's complexion to live."

"Human beings are pitiful creatures."

"Then I hope you will save me in the service of the god you are good at"

"I thought we could save humans."

Boy God, with a big serious face, has told me so. I guess God believes that from the bottom of his heart, and in fact, maybe God's cause can save him. God's power is extremely close to omnipotence. Even the power of the secondary gods belongs to a realm that far surpasses human knowledge.

"But you lions are hard."

"No, no, no."

Wezelnil smiled bitterly and sat back on the spot. The wind strokes my upper body at night, but I don't feel the cold. Even the heat of the hot springs does not greatly affect this flesh. There was no way I could even feel the breeze at night, such as cold air. So I can expose my torso to the wind at night.

"So, how long are you going to be doing this?

"Don't rush it. I don't know what Zalwarn's talking about. I've already succeeded in keeping most of the island in my hands. Hurry up."

It was unexpected, even for Weselnil, that Miztris' re-invasion of the Zalwarn side would also be prolonged. I thought she would flatten Zalwarn in an instant and launch Nea Gandia's flag.

But anything unexpected can happen. And dealing with such matters ad hoc is the element required of a commander, and Miztris is still facing exactly that. Miztris will grow one or two as commander in this Zalwarn re-invasion.

Although Weselnil doesn't understand how meaningful that is.

"That's probably how we can afford it right now."

"Am I...?

"From what I've seen, the Lognoll guys don't look like they're surrendering to us. I'm guessing you're asking for a chance to fight back."

"What if that's what I'm after?

"Yeah?"

Hastos looked surprised. That hateful face fills me with adoration as soon as possible. Trouble is, this hateful boy God was also somewhat popular with lions who disliked the gods because of the richness of their expressions. So there's certainly going to be something about not being able to be evil.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about. He wants to fight Lognoll, huh?

"How else did that sound?

Weselnil looked down at the hot springs, arm-wrapped, as he raced through the hot springs. The moon shines on the surface of the hot water shaking in the wind, and the stars are blinking.

"His Majesty the Divine Majesty told me to put the Logner side under Gandia's control again. What does that mean? They tell me to eradicate hostilities from Logner Island and launch the Nea Gandia flag on it."

Weselnil watched Hastos do it to.

You know what I mean, Mr. Hastos?

"... I see"

Hastos gave Weselnil the look of a little fool this time. You become the face of a hateful boy as soon as possible, so you are handicapped by Weselnil's wax.

"You're the quality of thinking too much and forgetting the nature of things."

"What?

"I don't think His Majesty thinks that much."

"What do you think?"

"You can't recover as much as you think."

Sometimes I guess the fact that Hastos went so far as to see is that, although God, he can't make very deep references to the Divine Emperor.

There seemed to be a complicated chest to the king of the gods and the king of the gods.

Weselnil didn't say anything.

Maybe Hastos is right.

Yes, because I thought so.

It was only as soon as the Divine Emperor woke up that his life came down.

It is also logical that the Divine Emperor has not recovered enough to think deeply about things, and he cannot help but nod to the fact that it is likely that

And I had no choice but to laugh bitterly at myself, who could neither feel sorry for themselves, who had no choice but to disobey the orders of their master in such a state.

A lion is something like that.

The power Nair Gandia has put into it is that she is just one, and detailed information about the person was provided by the Demon King Army and The Pale Wind.

The first name is Weselnil.

"Weselnil? That's a name I've never even heard of."

"Well, you will. Because this is the first name I've ever heard of an organization called Nea Gandhia."

Sigurd exchanged sarcasm, and went. I guess he also insists that he doesn't consider Nea Gandhia to be a Gandhian genealogy.

"But I know about Weselnil, my Führer, and His Majesty the Demon King."

"Do I know? No, I don't know."

"White armor with Mariella-Forehorn, what if I asked?

"... what?"

"No way......"

Ein couldn't help but pinch his mouth, too, which was so shocking information.

White Armor is the generic name of the people who emerged during the showdown with Goddess Order leader Mariella-Forehorn and who helped save the plight of the Tripartite Alliance as a result. As its name suggests, it was the man in the white armor who destroyed Mariela-Forone, who overwhelmed the Sigurds. It was also not an exaggeration, thanks to the White Armies, that the Tripartite Alliance was able to overthrow the Goddess Church, two other White Armoured men, who had also driven the army of the Goddess Church fighting against the Tripartite Alliance at another point.

Although it was conceivable from the fact that the white armor intervening in the Battle of Mariella had spoken Setuna's name to the fact that he had some thoughts and had left Mariella in the wild, he could not have predicted that he belonged to Nea Gandia.

"No way. The white armor was named Weselnil. Nair Gandhia's, probably in command. There's no way a soldier has that much power."

That statement by Yubel the Demon King was similar to his aspirations.

If assembling the greatest power of the Tripartite Alliance did not even reach the feet of Mariella-Forehorn, who names the Goddess, but the white armor that overthrew that Mariella-Forehorn is a soldier of Nea Gandia, there is only despair.

Ein, feeling like praying, agreed with the Devil King.

And from there his distress accelerates.