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

The transfer of space by the Ramulin-Vinosea subpoena armed and god of war board was an instant event.

The spatial transition was over in the next moment when it darkened in front of me and I wondered if gravity was no longer felt. From Divnor's main unit to any of the eight towers from which the octopolar large light formation originated.

"This is the place... that's the octopolar big light formation?

"Seems so."

"You were talking about the tower... right?

"Oh."

Lancelot looked around, listening to Meatier and Charlotte talk. Equipped with a bow gun type summoning armed lightmare, his five senses are more acute than usual. We must use those five senses to try to grasp the situation.

First, the surrounding situation, but I'm not sure, was my first impression.

I can't help but tell you that Meatier is confused. The destination should have been the tower. Inside the tower. One of eight towers that can hang in the direction of a moving fortress. There was the Spirit of the Apostle who presided over the Octopolar Great Light Formation, and it was the mission entrusted to them to defeat it. The tower should be part of the moving castle fortress and made of the same material as the moving castle fortress, and there was some information about the creation of the moving castle fortress. Apparently, it wasn't just made by piling up stone, which can also be seen from the fact that mobile castle fortifications are moving in the sea, at sea, and ashore. What's more, an incredible force must be making it work. but on the outside, it was no different from a stone fortress, and there was no special change internally either - though.

(This is...)

Lancelot frowned as he opened himself to the amount of sweat that flooded out of his whole body.

It should have been transferred into the tower, but the surrounding sights were landscapes and environments that could not be considered fine dust from the inside of the tower. The first thing that comes to my attention is the burning red rivers, the red rock beds as if they were feverish. All those things in all directions, everywhere I looked, got into my sight, and I didn't think very much of it as a structure inside the tower. The Red River also seemed to boil down, and I also thought it might be like that with the lava we hear about. I want to burn red, I'm turning up the heat.

"It's so hot."

"Totally."

"Can I take it off?"

"If only I could be seen."

"I only want to show it to His Majesty."

"Then you have to put up with it."

"Ugh..."

As Meatier and Charlotte put it, the tremendous enthusiasm filled their surroundings.

The moisture called moisture was sweating down from the entire body of the Lancelots because all those fever-generating rivers and rocks were around them, and it seemed like heat rays were being projected from overhead as well. Looking up at the sky, the sky itself seemed to want to burn red and black, and at its center there was something burning red. Keep spitting out the flames. That seemed like watching this one.

"That's... the apostle, I guess"

Meatier and Charlotte, along with five hundred armed summoners, react to Lancelot's crush.

He looked like a mass of flames. When it slowly deformed and took the form of one, he was not but stunned. Because I clearly recognised that brilliant face that first took shape.

"Dear Marian...?

Marian Foros-Zaion.

It is one of the children of Siwelhein and a person who was his eldest daughter. During the Old Empire, he made his name as Lord Geography, and after the “Great Destruction," he made his name as Emperor in the Northern Zaion continent and built his empire. I didn't know much about the defeat of the Southern Empire, led by Marisia, who became Naria's dependant.

I didn't even imagine that Lancelot was just as successful as the apostle of Naria manipulating Maricia Hein. but it's not impossible. Marisia became God's dependant. What is wrong with Marian, who was defeated by that Marisia, as he became his apostle? Instead, perhaps it should be called inevitability.

"Is that Master Marian? Dear Marian..."

"More than that."

Charlotte stopped Meatier because it wasn't a good thing for us to remember Marian, who was a Kneewehein minister. I just told you that here, and it doesn't make any sense. Some of the 500 armed summoners may have followed Marian.

It's just that we have to beat it down more than we stood as apostles.

"He was more of an enemy to His Majesty than he was. It can't be love."

Charlotte went so that only the Lancelots could hear her.

"You're heavy."

"Not at all."

Lancelot nodded small, lifting his lightmare.

The Apostle in Marian's face was in the sky in the sun, looking like he was wrapped in flames all over his body.

It was the roar that knocked her out as the transfer ended. When I wonder if I've heard a thumping sound breaking through my tympanic membrane, a heavy bass shaking from the depths of my body rocks the world itself. It was transferred so that it could be thrown out in the middle of the tremor. First, I had to make sure that I was safe, and when I grasped that the five bodies moved without any problems and without a scratch, I was finally able to look around.

The destination where the second formation led by Faria was transferred was closer, such as in the middle of a vast wilderness, rather than in a tower. No, is it more right like the wilderness itself? For a sight that was very unlikely to be in the tower, I started Faria, and no one even imagined it, except stunned. The cracked earth is infinitely long, and that is what continues to the end of the horizon, where no creature exists. If we don't find the kind of plants like trees and grasshoppers, we don't find the kind of buildings, the kind of architecture that's all there is. I felt as if I had been thrown out in nature.

If you look over your head, you can clearly see the cause of the noise that won't stop ringing from earlier. The wilderness that runs to the end of the horizon, the black clouds that completely cover its sky, are so disturbing that it is still likely to descend. It's not raining. Thunder was coming down. The earth is trembling, and the atmosphere is shaking. Whenever a lightning strike is not strange.

"Thundercloud...... is it?

"I guess."

Affirming the statements of the five hundred armed summoners, one of whom was honored as his subordinates, Faria glanced at the dark clouds. It is not hard to imagine that the clouds that are likely to fall, rather than thunder, are created by the Apostle.

There is no doubt that this is the corner of the Octopolar Great Light Formation. If Ramulin can't have the wrong destination, if he's wrong, it should be corrected immediately. The absence of it must mean that this is the battlefield for the Phalia and the others. Faria and five hundred armed summoners. I don't know the name perfectly or the ability to summon an armed man, but I don't need to worry about it. These are the armed summoners certified by the old Empire as a force of war. You can think of it as just the owner of first-tier strength. At least I can guess.

"This is the octopolar daiguang formation..."

"It's only the same sight everywhere I look... what's going on"

"You'll see."

"Yes?"

"At times like this, they're watching us get out. There's nothing we can do about it."

It was shortly after Faria urged the inexperienced armed summoners to give advice.

Overhead, a flash ran through the black clouds, burning Phalia's sight.

The noise was heard late.