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

(In a different way than you...!

Setuna, with the black spear in her hand, admitted that as soon as she did, her whole body would gain strength. An explosively swollen force blows away the pain and fatigue that was causing all over the body. A sense of omnipotence, as if we had gotten everything, dominated his consciousness for a moment. but that's also temporary. In the next moment he was concentrating his whole nerve on controlling his hypertrophic senses.

Streets running south of the Llama mine. Not popular, nothing novel. Blinking blue skies and swarms of clouds bouncing back the sunlight create picturesque scenery.

Landing, flipping, jumping.

Trailing through the carriage carrying the Laxus and leaping further forward. An expanded feel grasps the surrounding terrain and tells us the shortest distance. And far ahead, as Lancaine said, there are three horses and a bunch of carriages. With the black spear in his hand, Setsuna's senses had changed to something completely different.

The carriage was a carriage, and the three horses seemed to accompany them to escort the carriage. It must be Logner's soldiers riding.

Particularly eye-catching is the armor of the herd blue, worn by the leading horse rider.

(That's...!

Setsuna was surprised. I don't even have to dig up my memories. In the battle on the Balsar Plains, the Blue Knight of Logner fleshy to Leongand, isn't that the man?

His first name should be Wayne.

In view of the fact that his armor was probably a summoning weapon and at the same time also summoned a sword of his own volatility, there can be no doubt that he is quite a powerful man. In fact, he scratched a thick defensive net by a number of soldiers and approached the crown to the next step. In strength, wouldn't you go far above Setuna?

But you can't lose. I don't see any elements to lose. That is not overconfidence.

Convinced.

He accelerated to a distance of roughly twenty meters for sightings. Kick the earth hard and get speed.

The time is running out in no time.

Setuna swung the spear wide. Setuna's eyes capture Wayne's eyes. Light blue eyes. The upset ran.

"You -!"

Wayne's voice resembled a scream. No, maybe it was more of a scream of joy. A dark welcome, as if you had encountered the hatred you sought.

Light lit the streamlined armor and the ambient atmosphere raised its swelling. The atmosphere clotted in front of Wayne and built multiple walls. Are you going to hold back Setuna's invasion? Setsuna smiled. Shake down the swinging spear and smash down the barrier in front of you. I heard a deafening sound. Twice more he swings the spear again and again, breaking through the wind barrier, which has been deployed many times without incident.

Fragments of the atmosphere that remained coagulated tore Setuna's cheek and right shoulder. The pain is slight.

but I may have been delayed in realizing that only a horse was ahead of me when I broke through the barrier because I was distracted by that slight pain.

There was a slight alarm. The certainty that he could win was unconsciously dominating Setuna's entire body.

Killing is behind it.

The armor of the herd was shining as he turned around and turned back.

(inevitable!

Words spoken in the chest are merely fact-checking. Shortly after, a tremendous impact struck Setuna's abdomen. The shock became a ripple of severe pain that spread all over his body, and he was slapped to the ground with a distressed distorted expression. The shock thrust through my back, my breath clogged. Rising dust overshadows vision. The knight's blue becomes unrecognizable.

But Setsuna doesn't miss her killer. He flipped a black spear into a swarm of murderous intentions coming from the other side of the earth smoke. It's the blade of compressed air that's been breaking through the dust. Touch would tear the flesh and bones apart, but he swirled the spear and bounced back one wind blade after another. I look at the gap and get up, but I don't see Wayne at the end of my gaze.

(Yes, many times!

The slaughter, carried out at the same time as turning the back, had captured the opponent. I'm not cutting the sky. But I couldn't even make him suffer a scratch.

Wayne's cage hand played the black spear pattern. A tall metal sound tells the story of the intensity of the collision. The cutting-edge flowed. I'm not the one who misses that gap.

Wayne's fist is stretching. Fierce straight. Setsuna laughed. It's not self-derision. I didn't remember a slaughter so easily prevented.

The moment Wayne's hand tried to touch Setuna's face, the anomaly occurred.

That's a small scream.

But to the summoner's heart, it must have sounded like an extinct scream.

In front of Setuna, the blue armor smashed. An agitation is engraved in the knight's eyes. My fist went off track. Fragments of the crushing armor ripped off his left cheek. but it's better than being punched in the face. And more importantly, a good opportunity was created. Destroyed the opponent's subpoena. Wayne can no longer draw on all of his power.

Setuna inverted the spear. Strike out the opponent's arm with a stone poke and at the same time strike down additional damage to the armor while removing it. Destroy the armor before it's completely skinless and you should be able to lose your opponent's will.

Yes, you don't have to take your life.

Events at the Llama mine passed behind Setuna's brain. Soldiers killed by the Lancaines. Everyone says it's not for nothing. But is that really true? Aren't you just taking people's lives for no reason?

Pay Wayne's leg for a broken attitude and let him fall with or without it. Destroy the chest armor without putting in intermittent hair. The groaning of pain silently kills him, kicks him in the stomach and jumps. The enemy is not the only one in front of him. Turn around and put the passing carriage and cavalry in sight. I turned to the spear. Unleash the power.

The cutting tip stained bright red and the heat swelled. When you wonder if the ambient temperature has risen suddenly, the heat converges to form a fireball. The blazing fireball burst into the carriage carriage carriage as it burned a crimson straight line into the void. Flashing and roaring. The carriage explodes. A blast of smoke rolled up, and the horses, and the men, and the two horsemen of the escort, were gathered together and blown away.

Setuna narrowed her eyes to more power than expected, but when she felt uncomfortable with her left foot, she immediately switched consciousness. Looking down, Wayne's left hand was grabbing Setuna's left foot. but only a few things like time lag. Even if they don't pull, they fall. I heard a groaning cry.

"Only you...!

"I know, it's no use."

Tell him ruthlessly and land on his opponent's belly. If you know the power difference thoroughly, you will also lose your will to fight. That way, you shouldn't have to kill him for nothing.

That was all that was in Setuna's head.

It was unbearable for him to just kill the enemy. That's not why I found another good way. Enemies to be killed exist strictly. War won't go away so easily. And as long as he belongs to Gandia, he will continue to be driven out into battle.

(That's fine)

I'm convinced. It's a decision. This is the place. I found my place in a small country called Gandhia. If you want to protect that place, you can blossom. But is that really all you need? Do you have any other means? Is the only thing Gandhia can do to win is kill the enemy in front of her?

That's all. I thought I heard someone whispering. That must be an illusion, but for some reason I couldn't even say yes. There is strength at the fingertips of the spear pattern. I felt nauseous. The taste of blood was spreading in my mouth. He was chewing off his lips at some point.

I feel a cold gaze. Full of hatred and anger. It belongs to Wayne. I was powerful enough to almost kill people with my eyes alone. It's like a curse. I wonder what it means to curse. Your powerlessness? Or is there a Setuna?

Probably both.

Setuna looked down at the man who remained on his feet. Gently swirl the spear and stick the cutting tip to Wayne's neck. The distance you stuck is the distance. The tip of the blade never touches the skin. I wasn't skilled enough to keep it stationary on a single piece of paper, and I don't need to do that much. If you poke it down, that's it. He has no defense left.

The Blue Knight's iconic herd blue armor no longer retained its prototype, nor seemed to be able to demonstrate its ability to manipulate the atmosphere. Again, think about the performance of black spears. A single blow definitely destroyed Wayne's armor and rendered it powerless, no matter, the damage wasn't carved into the armor only. Heavy blows should be sounding painfully on Wayne's flesh and guts.

So I can't do anything.

Second, face up. The carriage carrying the Laxus seemed to have changed course in the distance. I guess I was just hesitant to pass next to it during the fight. Plus, it's possible that Wayne and the others aren't aware of this carriage. Without Lancaine's abnormal hearing, I didn't even realize it was here. Then you don't even have to bother to reveal the existence of the carriage.

I may or may not have blamed Setuna on the Waynes because I considered the possibility that I was aware of this one.

Setuna glanced back at Wayne again. It looked like madness was about to dwell in his eyes as he began to lose his sanity. I see dark shadows. That's deeper and more comatose emotion than the intent to kill.

It resembled despair.

Thank you, and he breathed. I feel chilly. For some reason, I didn't have that kind of optimism when I said this one was overwhelmingly advantageous. Retreat from the top of your stomach with your cutting tip pointed at your neck. Fear was causing Setuna to take such action. Anxiety that you will do something while being sure that you can't do anything.

They destroyed both the sword and the armor. What can he do? If you've started building a surgical ceremony, all you have to do is pierce the spear. There's nothing to be afraid of. But still, Setuna had to be cautious.

I felt as if I had peeked even in the abyss.

(You won... I did)

Destroyed the carriage and disabled the two cavalry members. The Blue Knight is no longer helpless either. What do you mean victory without referring to this as victory? He shouldn't be able to do anything.

Even skilled armed summoners, such as freely manipulating multiple subpoena arms, are said to be extremely difficult. Wayne has already lost two subpoena arms. A fleshy sword to King Leongand on the Balsar Plains and blue armor that manipulates the atmosphere. Both would be powerful weapons. but they were lost and he went round naked. No, I can tell you it's worse than that.

Whether you even have the strength to stand up.

Setuna turned back without making a sound when she saw Wayne didn't even try to wake her body. The power of the hand holding the spear does not loosen. Be vigilant, yet gaze at the original path. The wreckage of the blasted carriage is raising fire and smoke. There are also figures of blown horses and soldiers. He was losing his mind, and there was no sign of movement.

You don't have to kill me.

Like Lancaine, you shouldn't have to bleed in vain.

Killing isn't supposed to be the only way to use power.

"Why......!

The screams that would have happened had reached Setuna's back, but he didn't even try to look back. With the black spear in his hand, he leads forward relying on the power that his subpoena armed brings. We have to rendezvous with the Laxus.

"Why not kill......!

The mouthwatering voice is strong and jumps into Setuna's ear as if it were a blade. It hurts. I can't hear you. But that's not why I can do anything. It can't be like looking back and reaching out. That is foolishness. Don't turn around. The road to go is only open up ahead.

It's over now.

Wayne lost his weapon. As far as not even trying to summon you, no doubt. So leave it alone. I don't want to waste my life.

(This is fine... this is it)

Setuna snapped, as she told herself. We settled in a different way than Lancaine. That should do it. It's not like him. Just killing people into the dark clouds is not my only existential significance. Then I feel too sorry for you.

I am not a murder weapon.

Setuna wanted to raise her voice, but she also understood that what she was walking was a path made of countless bodies piled up. So I don't scream. I won't say anything. Embrace, swirl.

My legs are heavy.

Disgusting.

Still, he had no other way to go than to make the choice to move forward.