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

"I see."

Setuna snapped, not particularly surprised, at the noise that had popped into her ears and the sight that filled her sight. No, there's some surprise. But I had a hunch. There was a foretaste. Every time I tore my enemies apart, every time I broke through, I colored the back of my brain like a vision. So there were few surprises.

At your feet, a black lion is lying down. The creature with the vitality of being broken in the head by the slaughter of a black spear and still moving around was desperate because of his penetration of the spear into his heart. Huge Imperial Demon. According to the soldiers who rendezvoused during that battle, it's called gabrate. It was bigger and more vicious than any Imperial Demon I've ever fought.

Not my enemy.

Though he was bathed in massive amounts of returning blood, the wounds he received from the Imperial Devil were not as one. The burns on both hands and the pain in his right shoulder were the result of a battle with Wayne. I will not delay the Imperial Devil. Gavrait did not look good on that giant and was not dull, but rather agile, but an easier opponent to give than Wayne.

Wipe the blood on your forehead with the back of your right hand. The warm, dark blood was going to be in my eyes now. You can't be blocked from sight. This is a battlefield...

(Yes, the battlefield)

The twist is spreading all around us. It's like a ripple, I'm surprised to see Setuna. Setuna isn't the only one. The presence of the imperial demon, desperate under his feet, was also applauded by surprise.

In the midst of a battlefield filled with hundreds and thousands of soldiers, he was.

The massive amount of returning blood Setuna bathed reproduced that night. Blood-mediated spatial metastases. It was that phenomenon that jumped to Ruufa, who summoned the pitch-black spear. That felt like I was dreaming, but not this time.

I'm not sure. Floated by fever, I don't feel like I'm dreaming. Realistic. I don't feel floating, I feel gravity.

Black spears gained strength by taking in pitch-black spears. I guess that's why the spatial metastasis stabilized. Determine.

And surprisingly, Setuna wasn't the only one the black spear made him forward. The same goes for the Imperial Devil at his feet, but the survivors of the Gandhian army main unit who were fighting around him have also apparently been transferred as well.

In the middle of this battlefield, yes.

It was entering his consciousness that soldiers and imperial demons of the main unit had suddenly appeared everywhere on the battlefield where the Gandhian and Logner armies would be disturbed, causing much confusion. The hypertrophy of the senses due to the summoning of black spears has reached the point of grasping the movement of the entire battlefield. If this is also the result of fusion with the spear, he will have gained tremendous power.

The feeling was horrible, but Setsuna glanced back at the black spear to pretend not to see it.

"I've made up my mind, your name"

Setuna told him to whisper as he pulled the spear out of the Imperial Devil's body. It has been said for a long time that black spears do not dress. but I've never felt that way before, and it's true that I couldn't think of a good name.

Most importantly, it is not just for convenience that the summoner names the summoner armed. Naming shall make the contract with the summoning armed more robust. The name won't represent the body, but it seems true that naming makes the subpoena armed and the subpoena bond stronger.

Faria calls herself Aurora Storm to a bow-shaped subpoena armed. A bow that emits arrows of light would deserve it. Was Ruufa a silphide feather? Gravestone, Fire Dragon Daughter, and Ground Dragon Father - naming it definitely seemed like an attachment.

"Chaos Bringer"

Setuna was proud to say that there was no more worthy name for what would bring about such chaos. Chaos. Yes, I don't know what to call this chaos. The Imperial Demons, who suddenly appeared on a swirling battlefield of enthusiasm and madness, are wielding murder and malice. The electric light blows out and the roar persists. The sword-beating humans end up with an unspeakable corpse at the next moment, and the bloodbathed monster turns his head in search of the next prey. Soldiers try to cross the hedge of enemy allies to face monsters. I hear screams. I hear screams. There is resentment. The disconnect demon is sounding.

There's Lux. A razor-sharp sword reflecting sunlight lightly cuts off the black lion's hammer-like tail. The soldiers who were watching it faraway cheered. The Sigurds are blind to the Imperial Demons and others and serve in the battle against the enemy army. A bunch of crazy, enthusiastic mercenaries drilled a big hole in Logner's iron wall defensive net from which he attacked like a fury, but didn't seem to follow. It will remain isolated.

Lancaine was west of the battlefield. Right next to the corpse of the Imperial Demon, fighting a man called the Red Knight of Logner. Hand fisting. No, an axe had fallen at his feet. Did you call him Grounddragon Father? His summoning armies had been brilliantly destroyed of things. This would have destroyed both subpoena armies, but does he have countermeasures? It was a lancaine that seemed to have been cornered by a predicament, but he was invincible. As usual.

There is also the figure of King Leongand. On a hill a little further from the battlefield. I guess it's the headquarters of the Gandhian army. There were also his proximities, each with a weapon in his hand, fighting imperial demons like Bleek and Resbel. In the middle of that little battlefield was the body of Gabriet, and the youth king was observing the carcass of that monster with interest. There's no way to guess what's in his heart with a broken sword in his hand.

I see the battlefield. I can hear the sound. It smells. It's all the power of a black spear. It's so powerful, so powerful that it's going to be dominated by an overwhelming sense of omnipotence just in your hands. I even have the feeling that my self is shaking and that I am no longer myself. Such an illusion that it would give itself up to destruction and killing and would also be a decentralization of the struggle. It's something I've been feeling for a long time, but it was becoming more pronounced with the capture of pitch-black spears.

That's why we name it.

"That's your name."

Setuna then clenched the pattern to tell her own mind that the power of Chaos Bringer was the only way to converge this chaos. Something like a pulse comes through your palms. The burnt palms were still complaining of pain, but the spirit of Dawn is holding it back. On top of that, it must have been the idea of a black spear that transmitted through the burnt skin. According to that, the black spear didn't like the name Chaos Bringer.

"You can complain later."

Setuna had detected the surrounding enemy soldiers squeezing their bows together, apparently finally swallowing the situation, as she told the black spear. but there's nothing to panic about. I don't take any further delay than I perceived the preliminary motion. Arrows are released. He could even afford to tremble at the killing spirit put into the countless arrows that ripped the atmosphere apart. The world was moving slowly.

My whole body bubbles at the killing intent put in every arrow that flies in. What the sharpened sensation captured was the fear lurking deep in the intent to kill, and Setsuna could understand that their soldiers had unleashed arrows in self-defense. The sudden appearance of fear of foreign objects caused the bow to squeeze. That is not pure hostility. It was the intention to kill Yabuchi, but I think it might be the fate of something to bow and pull. Shooting an arrow on the battlefield means killing an enemy.

So maybe it is.

Setuna leaped blindly at the enemy soldiers as they slammed down the looming dozens of arrows with wind pressure created by one swing of the spear. Kick the hard Imperial Devil's outer shell and leave the scene to fly. Jump over the heads of the flashing enemy soldiers and move on. I don't even think about the destination. I was heartless. Something to think about. I get dragged by that. You don't have to think about anything right now.

A black spear, Chaos Bringer tells me. It should serve as a signpost and guide the spear owner to where he should go. That's all I have. Setsuna understands that there is no production to that extent. Even spatial transfer may be easy for spears. I can see so much, terrible power accumulating in a pitch-black spear.

Fly over with the enemy formation. If the altitude drops, he kicks the enemy soldier's shoulder or back and jumps again, and if the arrow flies in, he swings the spear and slaps it off. Invade unconsciously, unconsciously. I felt countless thoughts swirling to the battlefield in the middle of it. I heard a man scream, and I heard a woman's desperate scream. The roar of the warriors and the fury of the monsters seemed to decorate the battlefield. The sword flashes and the spear swirls. Arrows fly and thunder blows. The battlefield is chaos itself, and it would be quick to end this war to converge that chaos.

The enemy to be killed will not hesitate to do so. But where you killed how many miscellaneous soldiers, the war doesn't end. Not to mention not doing any good in prolonging this situation to mischief. Rather, given the damage on the Gandia side, the harm would be greater. Then it is better to end the war quickly.

(What can I do to do that?

Will the battle be over if we defeat the commander who commands the soldiers? Or will Gandia's victory be confirmed if he takes over the king of this country, who also controls the commanders of the battlefield?

(The king...)

Probably not on the battlefield. There was nothing to call the king in the voice that jumped into his ear. In this chaotic space, it is unnatural not to even attempt to secure the King's body. I mean, there's no king here. You are not in the same position as King Leongand, who goes to the battlefield and inspires the morale of the soldiers.

Then we have no choice but to defeat the local commander. General Astal-Lanadies of Logner. He's also known as General Flying, but he also has wings. I guess his power and his exploitation on the battlefield gave rise to those two names. But there's nothing to be afraid of. It is only in your hands that there is something terrible.

Deep into the enemy line, just fly away. Sometimes they scaffold soldiers, sometimes they step down to the ground and jump even more. Deposit your consciousness in the black spear and ask him to lead you to the enemy general's position.

Chaos Bringer had already identified the enemy's position. To be precise, it should also be the enemy's main formation, where Astar-Lanadees and his bellies are located, is also projected behind Setuna's brain. I find myself somewhat surprised by the appearance of a woman general wearing a beautiful armor. but I'm not frightened. Whether the opponent is a woman or whatever, the enemy to be defeated will be defeated.

(That's just it)

Setuna, who entered the enemy formation in the last leap, was flying to the enemy general on horseback without even speaking. I wonder when they recognized this one. At least you weren't supposed to notice when Setuna tried to poke the spear in.

"Are you Gandia's black spear?"

Chaos Bringer's cutting-edge was played by a sword pulled out by General Flying, swimming through the void. exposed to a shooting gaze, but no agitation. My heart will no longer tremble.

"Oh."

On horseback, Setuna laughed invincibly as she looked at the woman looking down at this one. General, the soldiers around you are moving without panic. Quick response. Spread out to break in between the general and Setuna, and set up a great shield. Some have pulled out spears and swords. I felt horribly overwhelmed by a manageable response. It must be a gift of daily training. The Gandhian soldiers didn't feel like they were panicking.

Even if we take one of these responses, there is a difference in power between the Logner and Gandia armies. It's more obvious than seeing fire that there's no winning in a decent fight. So I guess His Majesty multiplied the confusion and invaded and occupied Marsur. That should have been enough achievement. But there may have been unsatisfactory circumstances in one city, and I didn't have a hairy head, such as the intention to pinch my mouth in the Lord's thoughts.

"General, we'll take care of this place!

Its neck was dancing through the universe when one of the General's men, perhaps elite among the elites, said:

Taking his gaze off the neck of a soldier dancing into the void spitting blood out of his incision, Setuna turned the cut of a bloody black spear towards the enemy general on his horse.

"I wonder how many kills you'll admit to losing"