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

Warrior in black.

It suddenly appeared without any foretaste.

Enjour, following the recapture of Bakhlia, the fact that even Myram was able to reclaim it over Nair Gandia would certainly have greatly increased the morale of the Troika Allies on Logner Island, as well as made it float somewhat.

Nevertheless, the fate of Logner Island depended on the outcome of the battle that Nea Gandia would be currently engaged in, and not everyone was intoxicated by the beauty of victory.

In particular, the leaders of the Tripartite Alliance, such as the President of Lognoll, Dorca-Form, the Demon King of Mechidsar, Uberle, and Enjour's Patron, Elenia-Diphone, continued to hold consultations, including future responses, and discussions on that unprecedented and precarious future did not even give rise to a mood for victory.

It must have been possible to almost recapture Logner Island only because Nea Gandia had allowed her to raise the bulk of the fighting force she was garrisoning on Logner Island, and if Nea Gandia had ended the battle she would be currently conducting with victory, she would be turning her troops against the current state of Logner Island with fierce anger.

In that case, the resistance of the Tripartite Alliance means nothing. Just swallowed by overwhelming quantities and crushed.

What can I do to avoid it?

That's all the Heads of State think about poking their heads at each other.

If Nair Gandia turns back and points the troops, what should he do?

Should we fly the white flag lightly and surrender?

Or should we fight thoroughly until one of them perishes?

"In that case, this is the only place to perish."

A word from the cold-blooded Ayn-Lanadies was supposed to deepen the plight of the summit, but it was also natural.

The power of the Tripartite Alliance is known.

Just because you won a drastically reduced garrison unit, there can't be any prospect of winning a battle that might happen between you and Nea Gandia in the future.

I'm losing now.

Despite all the strength of the Tripartite Alliance, we are losing.

"What's up, what's up? Is that what this is? Where did the momentum go just now?

It was the warrior in black who wielded the alien knife along with his provocative remarks. The disastrously black fillet was wavy to the point of being unusual and seemed to suck blood and shine black.

Warrior in black.

It suddenly appeared.

It was really sudden. I don't have any foretaste. They have emerged from nowhere, challenging the Tripartite Alliance.

I know what that is from what the man said.

Nea Gandia, an assassin from Nea Gandia and in view of the current situation on Logner Island, seemed to be the person who had come by saying he could not leave it alone.

There's only one.

Because only one of them stood before the Tripartite Allies by overwhelming force, the Elenians had no choice but to lose their words.

As far as appearance is concerned, it is close to a human being. Maybe it can be called a human being itself. He wraps his long hair in one behind him, covers his eyes with something like a black band, and hides his eyes. Despite hiding my eyes, I'm glad I didn't lose measure of my distance from my enemies, but rather was unmatched in accuracy.

It is the black outfit that wraps itself around, which wraps around the disastrous air. Including the foreign knife in my hand, everything seemed different.

The unusual is not just the way it looks.

There was no such thing as unusual strength.

The main force of the Tripartite Alliance is unable to reach their hands or feet.

Neither Sigurd-Foliar, Zephyrus, nor the generals of the Demon King's Army are at all opponents when they say they are doing everything in their power to convolute the attack.

He says this one is overwhelmingly more advantageous on the number, but he keeps flirting with it without letting it live at all.

The man called himself Nanaka.

"I, my great father Dinacia, am the arrow of the God-Arrows, the rigid-armed Nanaka. I'll punish the bad guys for the gaps in the army. '

That's what I've been attacking you with.

At that time, the Tripartite Alliance had only two words of resistance.

They are alone. There is no way to lose. Everyone thought so.

I didn't underestimate the other person's power or anything. Normally, we should be able to push it off by volume difference.

Thousands of a pair.

There are summoners, spirits, and demons. There was no losing element in what I thought.

Yet.

"What do you mean...?

Elenia, stunned, watched the fight of a nanaka man.

Neither a corrugated attack that caused objects to be taught to the quantity of the Tripartite Allies, nor a coordinated attack centered on magic, nor a special attack that risked the life of the "Pale Wind", made any sense to the warrior in black who fights with a foreign knife in his hand and dances.

All will be accommodated, rendered powerless, and meaningless.

And it wasn't Nanaka who misses the gap she was born into. An intense slaughter is carried out, and one, and another, is executed.

"Here's the thing."

Nanaka waved up her sword, trying to respond to Elenia's words. A sword wind rolls up and the Allied soldiers who were killing all around them are blown away.

On the Allied side, there were already nearly a thousand casualties. In common sense, if the great damage is also the great damage and there is no prospect of winning as it is, it would be fitting to think about whether we should withdraw.

But the Elenians did not have such an option. Where do you mean to put one of my rams and run away? If we do that, Lognoll will stop standing.

On the contrary, in the first place, I couldn't imagine Nanaka letting me get away with it.

Nanaka has attacked unilaterally without warning or surrender advice. All he thinks about is annihilating the Tripartite Allies.

At the expense of the soldiers, it would be possible to have some of them, including the leadership, pulled up from Myram. But where I did that, it's the mountain of Sekiyama that will soon be chased.

"That means I've just been sent in alone. It's enough for me to conquer you. I'm dying pointlessly because I don't know that."

Nanaka cleaved and tore with a different sword all the magic that would kill her. Nanaka does not break his laid back attitude, whether the thunder pouring from heaven, the earth is about to burst out and the rock spears are about to protrude, or the blade of the wind strikes. And cut through those onslaught with ease.

"Who will die?"

As such, it was Sigurd who advanced in front of Nanaka. His appearance with a broken demon sword, Gravestone, was bloody, but the wound seems to be blocked.

There is the magic of the Lewdies. Unless you die, you get up and be challenged again and again.

"Oh, I didn't know you were still alive. You just blew it up, didn't you?

"Am I going to die to that extent!

"It's a very sturdy body. I'm scared."

"I'll take that as a compliment!

"That's why. Your blade won't reach me."

"Ugh!

Yelling and scattering, Sigurd's onslaught continues. However, no matter how much sigurd excites, it doesn't look like it's working for Nanaka. On the contrary, Nanaka's counterattack captures Sigurd and blows him away.

A number of magic strikes Nanaka to shelter the sigurd slammed against the bloody ground. But after all, Nanaka doesn't use those magic as a thing, but stuffs it in the sigurd.

Elenia can't do anything about it.

"I don't know how to use it."

The voice, overhead, was heard.

I said, there was something on the roof of the house. Under the starlight, the figure, covered in dark shadows, flew high in the sky.

And landed between Sigurd and Nanaka.

"This is how you use Gravestone, Captain."

The man told, gently swinging through the long sword in his hand.