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

Lancelot felt the war change with his skin.

"What? What's going on?

I asked no one because of the pale expectation that someone around me might understand the situation, but none of my men understood the situation among the survivors.

More than ten of a total of forty-one summoner costumes, including Lancelot, had already been killed in action.

Until we destroy the fleet, good.

Approaching, fleshing, knocking down, and sinking the enemy fleet's onslaught. There was nothing wrong with that sequence. Until then, no one was hurt or lost as one.

The destruction of the fleet was believed to prevail over the Imperial Army. But it wasn't, actually. Rather, it was an act that drove the Imperial Army into distress and forced the Nea Gandia Army to do its utmost.

The gods, unlocked by the shackles of a flying ship, waved a fierce majesty.

Before the overwhelming power that he deserved to call God, the summoner costumers continued to lose their lives.

Of the gods that emerged, the majority of them are concentrated in Niewehein, and the gods the Lancelots dealt with are only a fraction of them from the whole point of view. Before some of that divine power, the Summoner was followed.

Once destroyed the Spirit of Naria, but it was done because it was a Spirit, and Lancelot knew as much, and clearly understood the difference between God and the Spirit.

The Spirit is not God himself. It is the Divine Divinity, the Incarnation, and no matter how much the difference in power, it is impossible to be divine.

It is unclear whether Lancelot's perception is correct, but I have to wonder, at least, that being overwhelmed and ravaged by the gods who thought he was weaker than the Spirit of Naria means that's what it is.

And Lancelot himself, beaten to the earth by divine authority, kept his movements sealed, only to wait for death to come, then.

The gods suddenly stopped attacking the Lancelots.

Lancelot couldn't help but feel the change in circumstances, and the five senses enhanced by the Summoner Costume and Light God convey the sudden change in the battlefield.

That was an indication of the intervention of the third force, which meant that the Imperial Army had begun to thrive.

And the third force and those in red and black, thinking, also appeared before the Lancelots, and began an attack on the gods.

"I don't know what it is."

Nevertheless, Lancelot, crawled out of the ground.

It seemed certain that the time had come to fight back.

When Charlotte found out that it was a herd of deceased people, she had no choice.

As a force of war, thank goodness.

Anyway, the armies in red and black are pushing back the hordes of furious soldiers and ravaging the battlefield.

Until now, it has been a situation where the Imperial Army has been pushed is a lie, turning from a predicament of absolute destiny into such a war situation that dominance can also be called dominance, victory.

That should please you.

Numerous generals have already lost their lives.

There must be no defeat as a result of sacrifices. We have to reverse it at all costs and grasp the victory. They were cornered that far.

At the very least, it is an unquestionable fact that if the flock of the deceased did not show up, it would have been in a straight line to defeat, and that is why Charlotte is in such a difficult emotion to say.

I got rid of the predicament, okay.

The fact that it is due to the rescue of the flock of the deceased does not really fall, and I am not convinced.

Who called the dead?

There's no way the Hell's dead can show up in this world.

There must be a summoner somewhere, depending on the summoner's mood, possibly turning to the enemy of the Imperial Army, isn't there?

Charlotte thought so. It was an arrowhead.

"Sometimes I'm wary."

A majestic voice was heard, while the divine soldiers around Charlotte were severed in bullshit. Not only the tough flesh of the Divine Soldier, but even the “nucleus”, is torn apart, followed and collapsed.

"We were just trying to save the children of Zaion."

So when the man in red and black came down, Charlotte questioned.

(Sons of Zaion...?

"My long successor. Join hands and win the future of Zaion."

"Succession…"

Charlotte, stunned, stared at the man. Voices aren't the only ones full of majesty. Even in that setting, it was ruthless and intimidating.

The armor of black gold, hidden in red and black clothes, is that it has been worn by the historical emperor, and the sword in his hand was the divine sword Neanforg itself, strictly kept by the Order of the Sword Emperor.

If I realized that fact, there was no way I could have guessed what he was.

Sword Emperor Mebias Hein Raegnus-Zaion.

"I don't care."

Meatier was running on the battlefield, crushing with no one.

The sudden change in circumstances was unimaginable to Meetia, but it didn't matter. If the war has improved and the Imperial Army has begun to push back, why not?

The important thing is that we had a chance of winning, and that would have been enough if we only knew.

That's all Meetia has.

Winning.

Win, regain the imperial routine. That's all. I will not let Niewehein, Charlotte, or Lancelot take away my days with the Ninas.

I do everything I can just to do that, and I keep fighting.

He is destroying a divine soldier named Divine Soldier and running through the battlefield.

"If you can win, so be it"

That's all I need.

It has nothing to do with how or by what means.

If you can win, that's fine.

It doesn't matter if the deceased comes back from the bottom of hell and storms around in this world. It was no exaggeration to say that this situation was more pleasant for her, who had always been with death.

Death overflows, swallowing the battlefield like a river, like the sea.

He runs through the midst of it, killing the Divine Soldier as one and as one again.

It is that pile that will bring victory to the Empire and will bring herself back into routine.

Yes, I believed it, and I didn't believe anything else.

For example, I didn't care if some of the deceased had the appearance of what she had all over her hands. The “Moon Castle” assassins. They had nothing to do with attacking Meetia, although they had turned their hatred toward her when they found Meetia.

It's as if you're tied to something.

And hit the Divine Soldier with anger and resentment that can't attack Meetia.

(Guidance, that's useful.)

means Meatier's own background.

More than a hundred assassins Meatier had in his hands to take over "Moon Castle”. More than a hundred assassins are turning their grudges against Meetia against the Divine Soldier. That battle was awesome, and if that's all you could fight, you wouldn't have backed Meatier.

I fully understand how to fight because I'm a deceased.

Thus, in a battlefield clouded with life and death, Meetia danced and danced more alive than anyone else.