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

Meredo declared war on Azark only recently.

The final war involving the entire world has swallowed, crushed, ravaged and destroyed almost all the nations belonging to the group of small continental states.

Meredo, Azark and no exception, both nations perished without the art of exchange before the armies of the Kingdom of the Holy Deal, which had pushed them from the west. I resisted. But before the overwhelming military might of the Holy King, neither Meredo nor Azark were helpless. Backing up a superpower in a small group of countries called Gandhia didn't make any sense.

And there was no escape anywhere in the world because the three major forces moved at the same time and continued to advance by trying to overthrow the group of small nations.

There was no room for negotiation, and even if I tried to resist, I would just overlap my defeat.

It is no exaggeration to say that, at the time, the group of small continental states was engulfed in despair.

And the nations thus crushed by the three major forces would have been progressively forgotten, forming the basis of history that would have been built by the winners of the final war as it should have been.

But it didn't.

Because the final war soon saw an unexpected curtain pull.

Great collapse.

Unprecedented natural mutations, in which the Wargrain continent was torn apart, caused further fatalities to countries that were dying as a result of the final war, but at the same time gave them the opportunity to resurrect.

Because the armies of the Holy King that ravaged Meredo and Azark disappeared shortly after the Great Collapse.

Both Meredo and Azark were immediately engaged in rebuilding and had been somewhat successful in restoring their national power in the past few years. Of course, it wasn't like there was no problem. Rather, it can be called a pile. Years devoted to restoring national power were not in vain, however, and it was only natural, if not natural, that significant changes would come to relations between the two countries.

Meredo and Azark.

It was a country that had gained peace by leaning against a great tree called Gandhia. The disappearance of the great tree from its roots and its inability to dive into the shadows provided an opportunity to revamp relations between the two countries.

The island was made up of Meredo and Azark, as well as only a few territories of Ijuar. When Meredo took in part of Ijuar, he also swallowed Azark and thought of unifying the island. By doing so, he tried to build ground to survive this chaotic era.

(but isn't it too hasty)

Saran-Kilclade doesn't really understand what Meredo King Salius Ray-Meredo thinks. I know that I want to strengthen my country to survive this time of extreme confusion. but attacking Azark now in this situation for that matter is unlikely to be a good idea.

But that's not why I was so sure I could just advise him to the king, and in my position, I couldn't possibly do that.

He gained his whole life in nine deaths with his men because they were picked up by Salius and others, and also because of King Salius, who is heavily used in Meredo.

That is why, in return, he serves as Meredo's Spirit. He was the one who dropped Ijuar territory, and in many other ways contributed to Meredo.

"Captain Saran."

I was called out unexpectedly, and I was annoyed. Because I realized that I had been delayed in my thoughts at some point. The location is the current position on the Azark border. In the tent addressed to Saran Squad.

When I looked up, the deputy captain, Ilda-Orion, was looking at this one. It strikes me that you have a stranger look than usual.

"... was there a problem?

"It's a problem. Something's wrong."

"Weird?"

"Anyway, get out of the tent"

"Oh, okay"

As they say, I went outside the tent and instantly understood what she was talking about. At the same time I notice that the entire position is noisy. I guess I was thinking too much and didn't even notice the noise outside the tent.

I don't think so, he thinks.

And then you see a different sight over the position, and you get confused.

Overhead, the night sky was spreading. Flowing clouds, starry skies. But there is something that shines brighter and more intensely than any star. They ran through the night sky as if they were ripples, spreading in multiple ways and diffusing in numerous ways.

I didn't think anything was happening.

Because there was a figure I saw on the other side of the circle of light.

"That's... Lord Sheila"

Saran, too nostalgic, roared unexpectedly.

Salius Ray-Meredo was under the night sky.

I look out for the South.

Because there is a border with Azark in the far south, and that is when his army of Meredo is reaching there.

The invasion of Azark is an inescapable path towards the reunification of this island, and we could not have missed this opportunity now more than Azark had hidden similar ambitions.

Regardless, we know the rationale that the restoration of Meredo's national power and the stabilization of national conditions should be given the highest priority.

But now he won't have a chance to attack Azark, and he thought that was the best way to stabilize Meredo.

Azark looks stable on the surface right now, but in fact, he doesn't.

A country called Azark was originally divided into pro-Gandian and anti-Gandhian factions, with internal rivalries and strife to wash blood with blood. And that was apparently due to Azark's blood muscles, which have repeatedly done the same thing over and over in history.

And now, exactly, Azak's interior was divided into two factions.

Neither that nor this is because Salius guided it, but I don't have to wonder if it went too well.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. What the hell is that?

"Hmm?"

Called from the right, Salius looked at you. His SS is pointing at the sky.

"Of light...... doors?

"You don't look like a door."

"Bye, Gate"

"Doesn't even look like a gate"

Feeling comfortable interacting with the SS boys, Salius saw that fantastic sight. Countless ripples floating in the night sky. Light ripples. Ripples create ripples and fill the sky. Even the jewel-like stars scattered by the darkness of the night, so much so that the shadows diminish.

Salius doesn't know what the hell that is. But he knew there was as much unknown in the world as there was.

"But apparently it leads somewhere."

Thalius gazed because he realized that a different space was reflected across the ripples of light than here. Stranger sights. Stranger landscapes. Stranger worlds. But some know.

It's about someone fighting in that strange world.

(Is that Lord Setuna?)

Users of black spears who once struck a mine-name on a small group of continental nations were fighting someone, across the ripples of light. It was a fierce fight. That is the fierce, extreme fierce struggle that is so ill that it cannot be followed by the eyes of the ordinary man. I guess it can be called a death fight.

I don't know why or why he's fighting things. There's no reason to know.

But Salius thought it made sense in itself to be watching this sight.