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

When I saw that light, it was only natural that a certainty of victory had arisen in Niewehein.

The largest battleship in the fleet was pierced by the Lancelot-Garland Summoner suit, the Light God, whose magnitude broke through its armor, sicker than the battleships deploying defensive barriers.

The giant battleship emitted a tremendous flash of light as it penetrated the thick multiple armor and penetrated the other side. If a shockwave rushed through the heavens and the earth, the sound of an explosion echoed the ears of all those on the battlefield, and the big explosion swallowed up combat airspace.

At first, it was one.

A huge explosion occurred when the power accumulated on a giant battleship clashed with the power unleashed by the "Light God”. When that huge explosion involved the surrounding medium-sized, small battleships, an explosion was triggered.

Storms of explosions winding in chains have their aftermath not only in combat airspace, but also at sea and to the ground.

If the blast hit the surface, the resulting tsunami swallowed the coastline and the earth flooded near the front of the defensive net.

Speaking of soldier summoners who were in combat airspace, naturally, they're safe. The moment the explosion occurs, it is being transferred to a safe place by the power of the Divine Board of War. I never got caught in an explosion as one person.

Thus the enemy fleet was destroyed.

This confirmed the victory as well, and the Imperial Army generals, who had lost their words to the awesomeness of the explosion, raised their voices when they understood that the explosion had subsided and nothing remained after it.

"Well done. Well done, you did...... Lancelot"

Niewehein, through Nivelcain, delivered his own voice to Lancelot.

Of course, Lancelot is spared the blast, and he's safe. It's perfectly intact, but it must have been severely worn out. It shows things like exhaustion.

"Our victory has been decided thanks to our lord."

"That's... that's not going to happen, Your Grace."

"What? What?"

Kneewehein narrowed his eyes, still clearly understanding why Lancelot was looking somewhere quiet.

When the Great Fleet was destroyed by a chain explosion, the wreckage of the ship poured out into the sea like rain, but there was something nestled in the rain of its pouring wreckage in a flat manner.

Its appearance with divine light is nothing but God.

Gods belonging to Nea Gandia.

They were once the emperor gods summoned by the holy emperor Miendia and part of the supreme god Vashtara.

God, with particular great power among those gods, was staring at the Lancelots with an angry look.

The Lancelots, who were supposed to have been transported far away from the blast point.

Being a god, to that extent, is only a little distance away.

That's what we know because he's a knee-wavy hein who can tune in with Nivelcain, and he immediately transferred the Lancelots to another coordinates.

The moment the tuned Ramulin used the power of the Divine Board of War to move forty-one soldier summoners to a completely different location than the current coordinates, the Gods' attack struck a spot with a lancelot.

If a running stream of divine authority that bullies from all directions winds up a storm, God appears in that storm.

If Niewehein's reaction had been delayed even for a moment, there can be no doubt that it would have been catastrophic.

"How dare one child do this?"

What sounded unexpected was the voice of another God and seemed to be heard by every human being on the battlefield. Naturally, it also clearly reaches Niewehein's ears.

"If I were to destroy the fleet entrusted to His Majesty the Divine Majesty, my face would be crushed round. I can no longer take it back."

"If that's it, you can give up and go home."

(Wouldn't work either)

In response to Lancelot's voice Nivelcain picked up, Nivelcain was then moving the Lancelot's coordinates.

I guess the gods that emerged from the fleet thought the Lancelots should crush the Soldier Costume Summoners first. There was a series of attacks on the Lancelots' whereabouts.

"That's not how it works. We have a mission given to us by our Lord. The great mission is to conquer and unite this land."

"Tell me what you want to do."

He said that Meatier was angry. Her face seemed to come to mind pointing at the tip of her mouth, but Niewehein was also in heartfelt agreement.

"The southeastern side of the oppressive fleet was deposited by His Majesty the Divine Majesty only for this purpose, a testament of trust. That's what they saw."

"You must be the one who attacked me."

is Charlotte. Putting herself in the midst of a fierce battle with the Divine Man, she must also be sick and tired of the emergence of the gods, having once been convinced of victory.

Be prepared, my sons.

"Ready?"

Niewehein narrowed his eyes.

While freely rearranging all the forces at the disposal of the Divine Board of War through Ramulin, he also goes to the battlefield.

If it is also a battle with the gods, it cannot be left to the Lancelots alone.

If God's Tone Knee Wehain doesn't stand up, he can't grasp the victory.

Anyway, they're gods.

Although far inferior to Naria, it is not comparable to human beings. Dimensions are different. Whether even the uniformed summoners can fight properly.

"Readiness, etc."

He told me.

And then it became Nivelcain itself, and ran through the sky.

The number of enemy gods is five in all. The most powerful is God, who looked close to a human man, and would be characteristic when it comes to light backs as clear as vitreous work. White shaking heads, golden eyes and glossy skin all entangle a sense of human detachment.

What Niewehein is aiming for is the place of that masculine god, and the priority given to suppressing that masculine god is only because it is the masculine god who has a particularly powerful power among the gods.

Not that other gods are weak, but it is tactically natural that the strongest gods should hit Niewehein and Nivelcain.

We can't leave all this to the Lancelots.

And it is the view of the battlefield that Niewehein draws behind his brain under such circumstances, where he applies the coordinates indicated by the Divine Board of War. A view of the battlefield colored by a blue light point that shows allied combat power and a red light point that shows enemy combat power.

If you look only at the number of light points, the Kneeweheins are more overwhelming. About hundreds of thousands of logarithms. What happens if the overwhelming force difference is, however, a battle power difference?

The light point also acts as an indicator of some measure of combat power with its brilliant intensity.

The most gigantic point of light is blue. It's a light point that means Nivelcaine and Nivelcaine. The next point is red. The current coordinates of the male god toward which Niewehein is headed give us a glimpse into the power of the male god.

The following also follow: red, red, red, red.

I mean the gods.

The power of the summoning costume is overwhelming, but it doesn't extend to the gods, but that's an anomaly, he thought.

Once, Lancelot destroyed Naria's Spirit in a different summoning costume than the "Light God”. Naria is a god with powers that cannot be compared to the gods here, and her spirits should also have been comparable to or more powerful than the gods.

Even though the various conditions are different from those of that time, isn't the difference in power from the Lancelots too great?