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

I hear voices.

On the battlefield.

In the night sky.

By the sea at sunset.

On the hill.

Take the sword, hold the spear, set the bow, and the knights raise their voices.

The shouts that just inspire the fighting spirit are fine and brittle in the battle that you never know you can finish, and that's all you can count on.

If the dragon roar becomes magic and descends the stars, the Imperial Demon, starting with Willedo, also tries to chorus and activate magic.

That sounds like whimpering.

The blood that flows down is red tears, dyeing the earth in black, illuminated by starlight.

The puppets dance and the weapons rumble. However, the effects that can be raised are known and pushed to a stumbling block.

A vast number of generals also raise their swords for their lords and exult in absurdity in order to protect their country, but an assault wearing courage and recklessness does not make sense before the armies of God.

Dead bodies.

The corpses pile up like mountains, and the blood runs down to the point of making rivers.

I hear voices.

From all over the world, from all battlefields, I can hear you.

If you step forward with never-ending enemy reinforcements, you will gradually lose power, even if you are a fierce warrior who has dived through numerous dead lines.

No matter how powerful it is, it has its limits. If we keep fighting, we will soon wear out and run out of sperm and roots.

That can be considered a weakness common to all life.

If we can wage a war of attrition, there's no way we can outnumber Nair Gandia, who boasts an overwhelming military power.

It was only at the beginning of the war that the forces everywhere, which had struck the fleet hard and were showing momentum that had just grabbed the victory, were no exaggeration when it came to lighting in front of the wind by the great offensive of Nair Gandia.

"What do you say?

Leongand asks.

Not to the Divine Generals on the throne of the Divine Emperor, but to the battlefields of the entire world floating in the retina, to the life to move in that narrow space, just to ask questions.

"The mood is ravaged by overwhelming military power. There is nothing more to survive than to resist, but the resistance is also vain, the feeling of being kicked and trampled on unilaterally."

On the southeastern continent, we know that the survival of the Zaion Empire was gathered together. They call themselves the Unified Zaion Empire and others, which, surprisingly, has hit the southeast side of the oppressed fleet.

But on second thought, it was more or less what I could have imagined. The Empire possessed two million generals and twenty thousand armed summoners during its entire life.

Although it is unclear how many people survived the final war and are now a force of war today, there is no mistake that they are powerful as a military force.

Besides, he seems to be protecting a different god from the emperor.

It was no surprise that the fleet was devastated.

But that's temporary, too.

No, the war situation has been overshadowed and has become an overwhelming advantage for Nea Gandia.

The patron saint of Zaion, nestled in the measures of the gods, was unable to move, and Dinasian arrows roughed up the Imperial Army position.

Settlement is a matter of time.

"It will be painful. It will be hard. You'd be scared."

The next thing you know, it looks like the northwest side of the oppressed fleet.

This one can also be described as devastated by an unexpected counterattack. but knowing why, it wasn't something I didn't understand.

It was the Knights of Benoagard who intercepted the fleet.

The goal and task of the northwesterly dominated fleet was to dominate a continent far northwest of the Lion God Tengu, but it is on the way to battle.

Waiting on the island on the path was the Knights of Benoagard, who led the Knights, a god who once betrayed the Holy Emperor while summoned by the Holy Emperor and sealed by the gods, Mibula.

I guess the power of him in the name of the Savior God and his apostolic Knight of Divine Tables had been greatly lifted by the chaos of the world.

The Savior God must have made his voice for salvation his own strength and gave it to the Apostles.

And in a desperate world, everyone asks God for salvation with the thought of straw.

I guess those voices gave the Messiah unimaginable power, and that's why the fleet was devastated.

And it was the Knights who tried to gain that momentum, but the situation changed.

Dinasian arrows once again struck the Knights' position as the Northwest ruled fleet gods fought hard against the Savior God and his messengers.

These are the ones Dinacia has fully enhanced. There was no way to take a fall like a sheltered knight, but with the Divine Soldier he achieved a great deal of results.

Precisely a ravage.

"I know."

Leongand's eyes look out for yet another battlefield.

The southwesterly suppressed fleet had also been halved by a painful counterattack.

It was the people forming the southwestern continent who attacked the fleet, and from that formation you will see that it is the survival of the Kingdom of the Holy Deal.

Mass produced Demon Crystal dolls and mass-produced Demon Crystal weapons. Leongand looked familiar, although the figure was very different from when the final war took place. It is more in the memory of the final war than Leongand himself saw in its eyes.

Memories of the final war, recorded by the land of Gandia.

Trying to build on that memory, Deal's arms group had a great deal of success.

Deal had a different flying ship than either a flying ship or a flying battleship. Those three flying ships had no less performance than flying battleships and were equipped with artillery with more destructive power than Kamikaze artillery.

It was clear that there were gods aboard that did not give Nea Gandia, but more than that, the performance of the ship itself should be considered powerful.

Deal has a genius named Midgard-Waharam. I'm guessing it was created by his hand. The arms group was strong enough to counter Nea Gandia's fleet.

But even that, it's only temporary.

No, the battlefield is stained with the colors of Nair Gandia.

It was a stage where both the Demon Crystal weapon and the Demon Crystal doll crystallized, leaving only one enemy ship behind.

Naturally, there is also a Dinacian arrow involved there.

Warriors in black ravage the battlefield with the power to transcend God.

'Cause I've been ravaged too'

Leongand hears the desperate mourning of one, and he mourns himself.

"For by the overwhelming and absolute military power of the three forces, they were thoroughly ravaged and destroyed without any skill to exchange"

Yes, that's exactly what he was feeling at that moment, that day, that time.

The opening of the final war was the easy end to his dreams when he finally started to get on track.

All I said was that dreams were only dreams and reality was ruthless, but it came.

Irrational, he thought.

But whoever did that had no choice but to accept it.

If we could not turn our ears away from the footsteps of the three forces, far away and sounding like the ground, we could not divert our attention from the reality of imminent ruin in front of us, and we just had to despair.

I didn't want to give up.

I didn't want to admit it.

I didn't want it to end.

But reality is extremely one-sided and irrational.