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

"You kept me waiting, Mayuri."

Miliu rushed to the sight of the goddess without swinging his side, as he jumped into the engine room. The Mayuri God sits as usual on a crystal sphere provided at the center of the engine room. Now that he had seen Miliu, the goddess gave him a somewhat soothing look.

"What's the situation?

"Nair Gandia's ark is starting to move this way from above Enjour. but its speed is insignificant. As it is, it will take more than an hour to make contact"

"Sure, that ark over there was a lot bigger than this one. So, is it too late?

That's Rem. She, too, was moving into the engine room with Miliu. By the way, the guests, starting with Ein, are left to Elina and Darks. There will be a lot of things I don't know about for the Aynes, but there's nothing more to it now than getting them to put up with it.

As far as this is concerned, there was nothing useful about the information obtained from Ayn and the others.

According to their story, Weselnil is the only enemy force. Regardless, it is clear that the use of the Ark should be accompanied by God, who is the driving force of the Ark, and not Weselnil alone, but Ayn and the others had no choice because they did not know that fact.

Anyway, the attack on the logner side means that, so far, only one Wezelnil has been put in, and that is highly unlikely to be the full force. At the very least, God is refraining. I've also heard about Weselnil being alone and incredibly strong, which means he's no match for the Imperial Devil when he's bundled up. I'm pretty sure you're getting God's protection.

Fight so many enemies.

In some cases, we may have to ask Ayn and the others to help us, but as much as we can, we need to do something with the power of this ship, Miliu thought.

"No, not really. I'm asking you how to get out of here."

"I see. Then let me show you. It's what they want."

Miliu circled his gaze and confirmed the projection curtain of the light unfolding on the wall of the engine room. Rather than Mayuri's business, they seem to be the function of the ark. If they reflected the scenery around the ark, maps of the area were also visualized.

"What do we do?

"When you're approaching at maximum speed, we'll knock the Kamikaze into you."

"I don't mind... I don't even think it'll work."

"It's okay. First, let me show you how awesome this god is. Differences in character."

"Not at all... isn't Miliu buying me a little too much?

The voice of a goddess like that sounded somewhat like she was playing it by no means an act of concern, etc. Miliu told such a goddess, turning his eyes to seriousness itself.

"What I believe."

"... then we'll go for it"

Mayuri God told him so after narrowing his eyes to see even the dazzling ones.

"It was reported that the dragon took the ship."

And Wezernil knows in reports from Miztris during the Zalwarn invasion that it is also a God's ship to give to Sethna-Kamiya. We are witnessing Setsuna show up to protect Lyohan. It is extremely likely that the flying ship, which would have crossed from the genus Dragon on Lyohan's side to Lyohan, was deposited with Setuna. Lyohan's goddess of war, Faria-Aslalia, should have been a subordinate of Setuna during the Gandhian period and his counterpart in love. More importantly, if you're going to make the most of a flying ship, it would be best to leave it with someone with the most powerful power. It should be an external, free-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-fly-flying person, not a Lyohan person who cannot move easily.

It was also clear that Setsuna would take advantage of the flying ship to fly around the world and stand as an enemy to the Weselnils.

"Stolen...... hey"

"What? Do you have any doubts?

"No, no, no. I don't care."

Hastos had smiled coldly, but Weselnil had decided not to think deeply about the boy god's reaction. Anyway, you must be pushing the wrong thing.

"So, what do you do?

"I don't care what you do."

Hastos' question was natural as a subordinate god, but Weselnil told him to throw it away.

"Strike with all your might and reveal the glory of His Majesty, the Divine Majesty, of Nair Gandia."

The opponent's flying ship is one of the references and is named Zeve Brass.

The size of the hull and the number of flying wings differ greatly from the type of flying ship Fearel driven by Wezelnil, and there is no comparison between the loads and the like. There is also such a difference that there is no way to compare thrust, and naturally a type of flying ship can fly faster. The loaded uniforms are not comparable in type and type. All in all, the shape overwhelms the reference type, and it is obvious that this one wins if it hits from the front.

"Yes, yes, I get it. Looks like they're gonna do it too."

"Did it work?"

"Approaching here at maximum speed"

Looking forward, there was the appearance of a single flying ship pushing through the sky at a tremendous speed reflected in the cinematic light curtain strewn in the void. With twelve wings of light spread, it is precisely a carrot-shaped flying ship, shaped like a sabe brass itself. And he penetrated the barrier by divine authority in its entirety, as though it were still a dead soldier, penetrating the fiarel with its momentum, and seeming to intend to sink the fiarel.

"Shoot him down with a magic cannon."

"Rikai"

The projection light screen was painted white with Hastos's reply. It was the divine authority unleashed from the turret on the bow that burned the front of the fiarel in a single light. That's not an instant either. For quite some time, the projection light curtain remained white stained, turning out that Hastos had fired a tremendously powerful divine cannon. From the fact that it also fired instantly, it seemed to be ready for any order to be taken.

"Well... I'll do it inside."

"What's up?

"I didn't break through the barrier."

Hastos has told me extremely lightly.

"I meant it pretty well."

"Ho."

It was the moment when Weselnil narrowed his eyes.

An awesome shock struck the fiarel, and Weselnil admitted his legs were off the floor. Watch the cinematographic light screen as you twist your body around falling as-is. The bow of the enemy flying ship appears so that it can penetrate the blast smoke that it can stand in, and you can see the moment it sticks in. On the open bow there is a peek at the turret of the divine cannon. The cannon mouth was full of light. Divinely destructive light fills the projection light curtain. Again, impact. Now, it was many times more intense than earlier, and Weselnil had to fall on the spot as well.

At that time, if you look on the tuner, the boy god had a distinctly hurried look.

"Hastos!

"I know! But this..."

It was extremely unusual for Hastos to break his chilling attitude, and Weselnil had a bad feeling. And he also knows that the more such a hunch you get.

"This is... what?

"... that God with so much power was hiding in the field...?

"Am I?"

"I'm talking about a god flying an enemy ship."

"Hastos, I mean, is that better than you?

"I have to admit."

Hastos mocked the sarcastic expression at last to himself. A third impact rippled through the hull, and a chain of explosions and shocks shook Wezelnil's tympanic membrane.