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

"Armed summons!

Along with a sharp scream, a ray of light ran on Setuna's body, and at the next moment, a complex pattern was drawn across her body. And what overflowed was so much flash that it could burn down the darkness of the night. The light of summons. Proof of the connection between this world Ils-Valle and some of the many different worlds. The summons of power begins immediately. No, has it already started?

A violent stream of power emerges in this scene as an explosive light. The light, so intense that it seems barometric just to see it, converges in the boy's hands without any rumbling around. I heard the monsters roar. Intimidation or vanity. I guess I don't mind seeing the signs of overwhelming power with the outside world.

It was the great spear that emerged from the converging light. Black alien spear. The figure was yet as disastrous as the devil, demonstrating its presence with such majesty that it made him afraid and averse to what he sees. Looks like it's too much in the boy's hands, but nothing he couldn't handle should have been subpoenaed.

Normally.

(No need for a surgical ceremony...?)

To the same phenomenon we once witnessed, Lancaine narrowed her eyes. Exercised by Setuna is undoubtedly an armed summoning technique. With the same principles as summoning, he summoned the power he wanted from the other world but remained. But even though the principles were the same, the method was as if it were different from other armed summoners, including Lancaine.

It is inherently essential to activate an armed subpoena. If technology were as simple as being able to summon just one scream like Setsuna, it would be more widely disseminated. And in that case, the continent's force map may have changed dramatically.

Armed summons has the potential to mask the difference in quantity.

(e.g. yes... like him)

Lancaine even fainted at Setuna's appearance with a black spear. That's not out of horror. It was joy. You can call it a samurai tremor. A mighty force is swirling in the boy's hand. That was clearly the kind of power Lancaine wanted. The power of arrogant destruction. Power for slaughter.

When the light of the summons disappears, darkness comes around again. I would feel deeper and darker than just before, simply because the light produced by the summons dazzled too much. I lost my sight. But still, we don't imitate the red light of monsters in the darkness.

It would be the Imperial Demon (Ouma), known by the identifying name Bleek, who would besiege the Lancaines. It can be identified from the information that there are four eyes per unit. The monster, also known as a four-legged beast covered in a blue epidermis, has claws like a bamboo and fires electric shocks from a pair of protrusions on its back to attack humans.

Setsuna kicked the ground. Into the darkness, into the enemy formation without any stray. That was like an arrow. A black arrow that pierces the atmosphere and kills to its target. But that arrow doesn't just end up piercing the target. The moment the black spear's tip pierced Bleek's skull, the monster screamed oddly, but the boy ignored it as a matter of course. Swirling the spear as it was, destroying the head of the Imperial Demon, he was instantly changing its tip to another enemy.

(I see. Great)

The appearance of a boy wielding a crowd of Imperial Demons as objects reminded Lancaine of the fierce fire of the Red Lotus.

Yes, that flame.

A crimson flame that burned down a small city called Karan. It burned up a building called a building, burned many humans to death, and stained even heaven red.

It was supposed to swallow his life, too. The rampant force can't be controlled by anything.

But Lancaine never went away with the flames. I survived.

Because that boy showed up.

Setuna-Kamiya.

"Just a passing righteous ally"

He unexpectedly remembered Setuna's dialogue. Crap. It was a real crap mouth. In fact, when he heard the words, Lancaine laughed at the crap. I wonder how you're going to react besides laughing.

In the midst of a burning flame, and in a situation that could have cost me my life, I've spoken of that. It's not a sanity shack. It must have been madness that drove him. Perhaps I could call it profanity, but even so, if that flame of anger is an act based on an understanding of burning up flesh from the mire as well, it's nothing but madness.

And battle.

Lancaine's Summoning Armed Fire Dragon Daughter (Kaliju) was mutilated with a burst of flames thrown out of his mouth, and he, in amazement, lost consciousness. We lost. It was an overwhelming defeat. But he didn't die. Funny thing. Strangely enough...

(- Alive... are you there?

Along with a gentle awakening with blunt pain, what I came to know was the fact that I could cause confusion that I was alive. That boy didn't kill me. It was by that boy who was driven by anger and didn't even hate being burned by the flames.

(No, couldn't you kill...?

Though he challenged the fight with outrage, he couldn't be ruthlessly thorough at the end? Or didn't you have enough power left to kill him? Not surprisingly, I did my best. The boy approached by breaking through the flames of Lancaine. You can't be burned all over your body by the flames of the Red Lotus and remain conscious.

Whatever it was, Lancaine got a surprising look at the fact that she still wasn't dead.

In a burning flame, I can only think of one final path to be followed by something unconscious.

Death.

End of life. Whether called to heaven or to hell, it should have been death to visit him, and there could not have been any other future. That boy can't even help him. In the first place, I couldn't even think he was alive.

Then what happened?

Lancaine questions are aggregated there. What happened to me? What happened in that city? The sight of hell was spreading to the point of losing consciousness. The flames of the Red Lotus were about to burn down the heavens and the earth.

You think the burning flames have been removed?

(Is that the answer...)

It seemed unnecessary to consider other possibilities.

My forehead still complains of blunt pain, but that's because I got slapped on that boy's spear. The cranium was not broken. He was supposed to have been shocked enough to blow his consciousness, but he wasn't even enough to suffer a major injury. The pain was only that of the forehead, and the five bodies were not satisfied.

It was a minor wound that turned back.

"What do you mean...?

It was a space covered in white tents. I guess it's a rapidly prepared tent. On a sleeping table placed on the ground of stripping, he was put to sleep. Of course, hands and feet are restrained. Naturally. The man who burned the city and killed its inhabitants. I caught him because of it, but he didn't get away with it. It's not a hoard.

He laughed small.

What does this raw mean?

There is no other way to wait on this body than to be jailed.

I don't mind that. Death is not terrible. Nothing was closer to him than death. Death was a neighbor, a family member, and a compatriot. It was something that stayed with his beginnings and kept leaning in until that time of his end.

That's why I should have died in flames. Wrapped in the flame produced by the sceptre from Mizu, it disappears with ash. That's good to hear.

But Lancaine, she survived. The fire of the Red Lotus will be extinguished with the dreams behind the lid, and any residual fire that smokes in the chest will be extinguished.

By the time you are given death.

Lancaine, laughing with her nose at some scenes that complicated her brain, turned to look back at the monster that had been sneaking from behind her, poking the toe of her shoe into an eye hole that leaked red light. He may have intended to have taken his back without even hiding his killings, but he was not foolish enough to soak up his sentiments and miss the signs of his enemies.

The Imperial Devil screams as he is kicked up with his shoes embedded in his eye hole. Weird screaming is like stroking a human nerve backwards, though I guess it's natural psychology that makes you want to block your ears.

"Comfortable"

Lancaine glanced at the freakishly but vividly landed monster as she whispered in a kicked up position. That's not the only bleak thing that set him as a goal. Countless hostile gazes were shaking Lancaine's senses. But it wasn't because of the monsters that he was dawning.

A black spear touching the earlobes rocked the tympanic membrane The Imperial Demon's Terminator, a pitch-black trajectory that plundered his vision, a deep red splash born behind his brain was about to awaken Lancaine's instincts.

"It's a great night."

He laughed. There are countless monsters in front of you, and there are starry skies all over your head. The wind is calm, playing a comfortable investigation. Off the street. Near the little forest where the Imperial Devil lived. Meadows. Dancing the struggle with scattered bodily fluids of monsters is a black spear boy. The swordsworn knight is thoroughly defending the carriage. The two horses pulling the front carriage had regained their calm at some point. That may be because the man of your Lord is in a situation where he is likely to fall or panic if he is a regular person, and behaves in a taunted manner.

Lancaine let the monsters jump over her head as she leaped forward as she accidentally stretched her bleak nails to her feet. Mumble.

"Arak Wolkraum Westel Halmalistonaia Halmawolksnaia Halmazemwestel"

What he spins is a line of ancient languages. The spell of summons. A magical word that evokes sleeping power and releases it to heaven.

"naki rebulfiatasmu atrakneia harmakrism code loulamiun seonmaskis"

Lancaine, looking back at the crowd of Imperial Demons as she landed, jumped back quicker than the monsters turned this way. Keep chanting, earning distance. At the end of his gaze, the breeks swarming Setuna had just emitted thunder from their back protrusions. Flashing lights tear the dark night apart, and a bunch of bulbous lumps of thunder arrive at the user of the black spear leaping into the hollow.

Shortly afterwards, Lancaine did not miss that the pitch-black spear bore a golden light. That doesn't stop me from chanting. It is not in his hands to leave him alone, but then it is not enough to stifle this expensive one.

"Dionraxiu serumdullamanatalites uzeadarx einraxiaramiussertes sacramriedoatracus"

Forward - With a golden gleaming spear in his hand, Setsuna bounced back one thunderball after another to show the current looming. The splashed thunder lump bursts into the crowd of Imperial Demons. A storm of flashes and explosions brings up the sights of the battlefield on the meadows at night.

The scream went up. It doesn't belong to a monster. Horses. I guess I finally can't stand this situation, which still makes us miserable. With the hissing of tearing the air, his panicked face came to his attention, but he did not react otherwise. It didn't matter to him.

Lancaine should have paid attention only to the completion of the procedure and enemy attacks.

"Arak Wolcraum Westel Halmafukran Halmarksmail Halmawesterzein Zam Fiallertade Clarburneia"

He engraved a grin on the edge of his mouth. With his mouth at the end of the spell, the power to sleep in him finally pronounced the roar of awakening. It is said to be the power of every human being. No, maybe it's the power that lives in all life.

It's a force that interferes with the world, he said.

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"Shit!"

Setuna tongued as she saw the bouncing thunderball transform the meadow into an ocean of fire with a haunting explosion. This is the result of swinging the black spear as I think it is. He waved down the spear without hesitation, feeling angry at his lack of thought. Cut off the Imperial Demon who jumped in front of me. As the Imperial Demon's body sank to the ground scattering fluid, his vision opened.

Although the explosion had already stopped, the momentum of the flames had not diminished. We will accelerate that invasion with enough momentum to burn down the meadows along the streets. The horse screamed. Seeing, two horses and a carriage, and his lord and Laxus, were surrounded by flames and the Imperial Devil, and had lost their escape. Even though the number of Imperial Demons has been considerably reduced due to Setuna's activism, it must be a threat. Besides, there will be no way for Laxus alone to protect two horses and your Lord.

"Setuna!

Laxus' call was never scratched off by monstrous oddities or horse screams.

Setuna, nodding strongly, jumped without missing the moment when the monsters wandered off the ground with a spear as a threat to a herd of Imperial Demons who would come and kill us. It jumps across the sea of fire, as it sews through the gaps of the Imperial Devil's flock. The swirling enthusiasm reminded him of his battle with Lancaine, but now Setsuna was fully committed to rushing to Laxus. Unexpectedly, sharp pain strikes his right leg. Maybe he was attacked by the Imperial Devil. but I can't stop.

The pain spreads rapidly, but I didn't have time for that. The destination is no longer in front of you. The knight behind the carriage had erected a long sword and created a certain kind of junction with the Imperial Devil. But the territory that his swordsmanship could have created is also twisted and narrowed by the Imperial Devil, who beats him in number. The surrounding area is furthermore a sea of fire. The horse looked like he was freaking out about a situation where he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

Setuna, when she reached the sight of Laxus with several leaps, spared even a small amount of time to speak to him and turn back to the herd of monsters. I felt no fear of fine dust before the countless Imperial Demons in the red-burning meadows. Even if he was beaten to death like he would stroke back the nerves characteristic of the Imperial Demon, it never meant he would hold a fear. But that did not prove that his spirit was in equilibrium.

An enormous amount of power coming from the palm holding the black spear was making Setuna expensive.

"Can you ask for the Imperial Devil?

"Leave it to me!

In a forceful response to Laxus's question from behind, Setuna shook up a spear toward the enemy in front of her. Fifty bodies in number. The Imperial Demon had already gathered his countless gazes to him. Four eye holes worn on a top-down face. The red light leaking from its depths is full of animosity and madness. Are you not attacking me because you're asking me how to get out of here, or are you working on something? I don't know how intelligent the Imperial Devil is, but at least he should be seen as having enough heads to take collective action.

In fact, they're not firing thunderballs at Setuna. You can see that's because you were bounced back by Setuna's spear. It means you have that degree of thinking.

Unexpectedly, a single Imperial Demon uttered an odd voice. An unpleasant murmur echoes the red lotus and the burning darkness. Though Setuna set herself up, the Imperial Devils never attacked her. They scattered in unison.

(What are you after?

Setuna carefully explored the purpose of the enemy. They were widely scattered imperial demons forward from him, but they didn't have the slightest gesture to set anything up here in particular. From that appearance, there was even an appearance of neglect to even alert Setuna.

"What...?

While uncomfortable with the sudden changes in the Imperial Devils, Setsuna put her strength into her spear-shaking hand. If you're not setting me up, we're going to have to get out of here. The Imperial Devil must be planning something more than not dispersing. Then we have to fight. If we don't cut through here, we can't help fulfilling our mission.

Kick the ground. At the same time I get pain in my right leg but now I couldn't do anything about it. I'm in the middle of a fight. I don't have time for a scratch allowance.

Setuna instantly raised the monsters lurking around it to a blood festival when she despaired the Imperial Demon, who was at a distance to reach it in a flying, spear. Without any reaction, although uncomfortable that he had not even fought back, he gave priority to annihilating the hostilities dotted around him. If you wipe it out, it's the same thing no matter what the Imperial Devil was up to - even under such cheap thought, Setuna's spear just crossed over.

A flash of pitch black slashed and tore the flesh of the Imperial Demon between the flames burning the meadows, piercing his skull and breaking his torso. His moves don't know where to stay as the screams of the disconnected demon echo in multiple ways. Endless. Unfortunately, he was slowly slashing his enemies and laying low. Eventually, he was bleeding heavily.

At that time.

"Hmm...?

Setuna stopped the move because she realized that the tail of the Imperial Demon he slaughtered and killed was diving into the ground.

Setsuna turned to a strange look, but looked back at her with a fuzzy thought. Behind him are countless bodies of Imperial Demons slaughtered with black spears. When I gazed, I found all of them dead with their tails stuck to the ground. Lighted by the flames that crawl through the meadows, the carcass lightly exceeds thirty bodies, but it is nothing more than due to his work.

Setsuna looked around. The number of remaining Imperial Demons will still be more than twenty. We all have no idea what they're trying to do by letting their tails dive into the ground, but at least it must be a no-good idea for the Setunas.

When I looked out for the carriage, Laxus and his two men were about to relent toward the two horses. It is the sea of fire that spreads around it, but we do not see the Imperial Devil. After the splash, the Imperial Demon lurking near the carriage was being killed by Setuna. For now, I'm relieved that both horses and people are safe.

Moment after moment, the sound of something flying toward him snapped his ear. Left rear. Swing the spear up like turning around. What jumped into my sight was a banded object with sharpened tips.

That was exactly, the tail of the Imperial Devil.

"With that!

Setuna tried to fly off the spot to avoid tails approaching at high speeds. But.

"Become"

Setuna was surprised and stunned that her legs could not move. It's not that it doesn't move. I can't move. Some external factor was tying his foot to the ground. The tail is looming in front of you. No, that wasn't the only one flying in with a treble. Countless tails had arrived from all directions around Setuna.

(inevitable!

It was hopeless. You don't listen to your feet at all. Aside from avoiding it, you can't even get your attitude in order. While I'm thinking about that, the distance between Setuna and her tail approaches. The countless tails to follow were also in sight and the sense of crisis increased, but when it came to what Setuna could do, it was about swinging the spear. If you do that, it's just a matter of whether or not you can prevent attacks from coming forward...

"I mean, yes, is this what fate is?

When did Lancaine's self-questioning voice reach Setuna's ear? The small confusion that the unprecedented predicament brought to him was to such an extent as to obscure the memory. I understand what happened.

The earth swayed with the roar, and the next moment, the ground in front of Setuna burst out loud. The rock, which burst so high as to cover his sight as he rose up the dust, instantly collapsed as he could receive all the tails of one flying imperial demon after another. Considering where I wasn't attacked by the tail, I guess the same thing happened left and right and behind me.

I don't know why the Imperial Demons gave up pursuit. It doesn't mean he lost his power to attack by crashing into a rock, either.

Setsuna shook her head as she grasped the situation. Recognize the footsteps approaching from the front in a slightly shaky consciousness. It was a relaxed step. It's as if this is where he's used to walking. Maybe it does. For the man, maybe it was equal to his garden, such as a battlefield held in flames.

Lancaine quietly opened her mouth when she reached a distance that Setuna could see.

"What do you think? Boy."

"What the hell!

"It wouldn't even be something to yell at, would it? I saved your life."

Though Lancaine's eagle-fried tone was disturbing, the facts are facts. I admit that. but Setsuna, turned that way. I didn't even want to see your face. In the middle of the battle, I'm feeling it. He was acknowledging in himself the danger that he was going to manage just by looking into the other person's eyes. Don't lose sight of calm.

Setsuna whispered.

"... thankful"

"It doesn't look like it."

Lancaine, let's go. It was a terribly mild mockery. I mean, it's crazy.

Setsuna looked out for Lancaine. In his right hand, an axe was gripped. It was an axe big enough to handle with one hand. The axe head is decorated to mimic the dragon's head. Apparently that is also his summoning arm. I don't know why you didn't summon the wand that burned down the city of Karan, but I have seen that the axe also holds great power. Thanks to that power, Setsuna was able to get rid of her predicament.

"What?"

"Isn't that where you would reward me with a blade?

"What are you talking about?

"You hate me, don't you? I guess I can't wait to hate you and hate you? Don't you want to kill me? Aren't you dying to kill me? You want to burn down the city of Karan and wipe me out of this world for killing hundreds of human beings?

What floated in Lancaine's eyes was madness itself. There was a swirl of pure madness. In so much madness that even a piece of sanity could not be found, the man looked to Setuna. It is. Setsuna almost forgot me for a moment in the mouthfeel of Lancaine as if she was seeing through to the depths of our hearts.

"Oh yeah......!

Bite your teeth, keep yourself. Running through his brain was the sight of a small city colored by red lotus. The likeness of hell was enough to drive him to anger. A bright red flame that eats everything. I couldn't compare myself to the flames burning this meadow right now. I don't see any hope there. Only despair was wielding its fierceness.

Death was dancing and dancing.

Setsuna glanced at Lancaine, pointing the tip of the spear at him. A disastrous satanic spear, as if awaiting the decree of Setuna.

"I can't forgive you! Whatever! Even if Your Majesty forgives me! Only me...!

"Then come. I'm sure that's why they kept me alive until today."

Lancaine made that grin even deeper. A grin that mocks, scorns, but is mixed with some trance of joy. It was a tremendously unusual laugh, and it was Setuna's feeling that even the ghosts of hell might wander.

"Is that what fate is... stupid!

Setuna tried to look back when she turned away from Lancaine, but dropped her gaze at her feet realizing her legs were not moving freely. Something was tangled up in my right leg. Understand without staring. It's the tail of the Imperial Devil. It must have been an operation to seal Setuna's movements. I didn't realize it was tangled up because of the pain that was occurring on my right leg. But it seems that its tail is now powerless, too, and Setuna has solved it just by lightly putting her strength into it.

A glimpse of the surroundings revealed no sign of the Imperial Devil in the shadow. On the contrary, he could no longer even sense the signs peculiar to the Imperial Demon. Did you escape, or did Lancaine perish?

"Why not. Why won't you come? Your hateful enemies are here, aren't they? There's someone here who wants to kill you crazy."

Setuna tried to listen to Lancaine. But the colour of the flames dyeing the darkness of the night makes his emotions expensive. Reason remains. I haven't lost sight of calm. But I couldn't have done it without screaming.

"You're just saying what you want! What would happen if I killed you! Killing you doesn't make any difference! The people you killed! Dead humans......!

Hitting every dialogue he could think of, Setsuna wondered how many lives he had also taken. I'm not that kind of person to be willing to blame just for Lancaine. He has slaughtered numerous demons and killed countless human beings. They burned down the battlefield with flames and took many lives with a wave of black spears. Though on the battlefield, even though it was a war, it had scattered too many lives. Countless lives disappeared with dew in front of Setuna.

It would have been mindless. No one should have wanted to die. He was driven out to the battlefield and just exchanged swords with Setuna and lost his future. Permanently.

"Dead humans..."

Setuna, stunned, tried to look around the meadows to grasp the situation. Countless corpses of Imperial Demons are rolling in the meadows burned down by the lightning emitted by the Imperial Demons. Though the momentum of the flames had somewhat faded, it was possible that the area could have become a burning field as it stood.

Seeing where I couldn't hear the horses scream, I guess I managed to forgive them.

Relaxed only on that point, he put up a black spear.

Smoke the flames. Like then.

"I'm not gonna come back to life."