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

Humans, when things happen that you don't expect, it's confusing. It disturbs me, exposes me to madness, and puts me in an irrevocable situation.

Setsuna was able to remain calm while in such a situation because, for one thing, there was an assumption that this was a dream. I can feel safe no matter what happens if I dream. Whatever the end, everything will be fine if you wake up. Nightmares are driven to the depths of memory and forgotten in everyday life.

I guess that's why Setuna was able to observe them calmly as they popped up to besiege themselves.

It was said to be extremely common in a certain world. In Setuna's knowledgeable fantasies, they were often hostile to humans, attacked humans, and killed humans.

In entity terms,

"A monster!

The darkness lying under the canopy where the branches of the trees weave is heavy and deep. In that darkness there are countless red dots that sparkle. They are the eyes of the monsters, whose countless gazes pierce Setuna's consciousness with sharpness like a sharpened blade. I never felt so strongly malicious. It's so painful that it hasn't been done anything.

Setsuna begged to breathe. The consciousness becomes blurred. Numerous intentions to kill were as if the blade itself had been pulled out. Just touch it and it cleaves, blood runs.

Even with the assumption that it's a dream, calm is lost. There is no panic. There is no confusion. But still, I have to admit that my thoughts are no longer decent.

(Even though it's a dream?

A question mark came to mind. Even in nightmares, do you ever feel so overwhelming a sense of reality? I noticed a sweat on my palm. There was fear.

"The Imperial Devil."

I heard Azmaria. Because of that voice, it seemed to ease the killing temper of the monsters. Maybe that's my fault. but whatever, the air you were looking for slowly passes through the trachea and fills your lungs. Chilled, somewhere distorted air. But it was a salvation for Setuna. Calm is slightly restored.

"Once the man who united the continent by its overwhelming force named it the Holy King (blame it). Saint Emperor Miendia Raegnus-Wargrain. What he brought was far from peace or tranquillity. He summoned the gods of the other world."

Setuna looked straight at the monster forward again, listening to Azmaria's commentary. Exactly the very existence of the word monster. Should it also be called a quadrupedal beast? But the beast was not like a beast.

It has a strange streamlined head and only four eye holes are empty on the top face. If I don't see a mouth or a nose, I don't have an ear hole or anything. The red light leaking out of his eyeballs seemed brighter than it was in time. The whole body is wrapped in the epidermis of a flock of blue, and at the tip of the long hand and foot there is something like a claw. There was a pair of protrusions on my back. The tail is stretched to draw a spiral.

If you haven't seen it in cartoons or comics, it's a monster you can't even remember making it up in your head. Strange and creepy, an uncomfortable being just to watch.

The monsters surround Setuna and Azmaria. In numbers, fifty won't drop. Countless glances were dazzling in the darkness of the forest.

"Until we use the power of the gods of the other world, we have no reason to know what he tried to do. There's just one thing for sure. It means that demons from different worlds have been drawn to this continent by the summoned gods. That's the demon of the Holy King - the demon of the Emperor."

Something like a strange golden sound shook the forest air violently just after Azmaria finished her commentary.

An unpleasant and extremely dissonant chord comes down to Setuna's consciousness as a tsunami. I don't even have time to prevent ears. No, even if it covered its ears, its devastating murmur ramblings would have reached the tympanic membrane even by sewing slight gaps and rocked Setuna's brain.

"Huh!?

Setuna was attacked by the feeling that the world was going to be distorted. In the rows of violent destructive sounds, vision strains and cracks. The sensation of my hand was lost. Maybe that was the first. My legs then stopped feeling and my whole body wobbled. I won't be able to stand.

(What...!?

Setuna, in a difficult situation to understand, fell at the forefront, unable to do anything about it. I scream in my chest on the ground approaching my eyes. I can't move my hand. He is not even allowed to shelter his face and hits harder than usual.

Shock runs on the face, causing severe pain. Sometimes you'll feel pain in your dreams. Though I tell you so, I cry half to the pain of shaking my skull. Realistic pain. If you dream, you can wake up. But what you hear is not the alarm on the clock, but the voice of Azmaria.

"Come on, what do we do?

We can't even see what's looming.

Setsuna got a little angry. I wonder how long you're going to be so extravagant. If you're okay, can you help me wake up? Even more so if it's a dream. No, even if this isn't a dream, can you help me? That's all I can think about while I lay low on the ground. The murmur was already deafening.

"Do you want to wait for the Imperial Devil to kill you as it is, or do you want to fight with a weapon in your hand? Regardless, there are no two choices. Escaping the scene? No, you can't."

I don't care what her fruit is. In a sweet tone, Setsuna was pretty.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! Shut up. Yeah!"

Pulling his face off the ground, he jumped along with his anger. The feeling that should have been lost in the discord was sometime undone. Normalized vision had the appearance of several Imperial Demons approaching this way. Walking like crawling through the ground deserves a monster. But its speed is not alarming.

"Gu!?

What a strange voice Setsuna couldn't even scream because the whole thing of the monster was already closing in on her. Four red, shining eyes looked this way. The light emitted from the eye bore seemed like an intent to kill itself.

Setuna felt a trembling stimulus in the sight of the Imperial Devil. My body didn't move the way I thought it would. If we don't run right behind us, we'll feed the Imperial Devil in front of us. I could understand that to Setsuna, and it was only natural that I wanted to do something about it. But you don't listen to your whole body.

I can't move, as if I've even been tied to gold.

The Imperial Devil had reached exactly the distance of half a step away. The paw on the Imperial Devil's forefoot felt like it glowed dull.

No, that's not an illusion or anything.

The Imperial Demon raised his upper body and shook up his forelegs. The claws like the twilight were, at this moment, the sickle of the reaper itself for Setuna. To break that it was a dream, I was no longer losing my time. From the moment I hit him hard in the face, everything became realistic. I have myself recognizing the monsters in front of me, the monsters around me, the woods, and Azmaria as real things.

It's not a dream.

Imminent death is also reality itself.

(Move... Me!

Setuna's grieving heart cry only echoes vainly in her chest. The flesh remains bound by fear, awaiting the pronouncement of death. I heard the footsteps of ruin.

That's when I heard Azmaria.

"Well, if you're going to fight, why don't you say" armed summons "?

Is that an angel or a devil's whisper?

"Armed summons!

Setuna was screaming reflexively the moment she heard Azmarian's voice. Without any patrol, no hesitation. He was screaming out loud. Screaming of the whole body and spirit. The soul itself was roaring. I had a boiling sensation in my body.

I don't want to die. With one heart, I was screaming.

"That's fine."

Setuna's whole body - countless rays of light ran on dewy skin, such as hands and faces, rather than student clothing based on black and white. It emitted an explosive light the next moment when it drew a complex, geometric pattern. The proliferation of vibrant and overwhelming flashes could have temporarily rid the forest of darkness and even driven the sight of the monsters who were staring at Setuna crazy.

In a comfortable sense of openness, Setsuna felt like she heard something. He was a noble, beautiful voice. That is not an illusion. It's not even a fantasy. But I forgot what words and what you're talking about. I guess that's fine. I don't know why, but I'm so sure.

At some point I open my closed eyes and put my hands over my head. I had to. That's all I understand.

In both hands, considerable weight was produced.

Setuna, squeezing it, swung it down in large measure. I didn't even need to get in the mood. I just had to swing it down.

The creature, which was stiff with one leg raised in front of Setuna, was lightly, truncated in two. I didn't even respond. It had the same feeling of slashing tofu with a knife. Was the monster soft or was the sharpness of what I had in my hand too pointy?

Either way, Setuna flashed.

It's the black blood and fluid that erupts from Setuna's severed body of monsters. I dyed my vision. They never swayed at Setuna. Because his flesh was already in the air. What I was holding in my hand was a pitch-black spear. The total length slightly exceeded the height of Setuna, and its tips alone seemed long enough. I don't see features like this in the grand pattern. The jewels embedded in the stone clash hold a clear light.

The light that was overflowing from Setuna's body disappeared, and the forest was once again engulfed in darkness. There is no silence. The strange voice of the Imperial Devil is obsessed. Are you mourning the death of your compatriots, or are you hitting Setuna with anger and hatred?

He grasped the positioning of the demons in darkness among the ceilings of the branches. The red-eyed monsters are just not fit to fight in the dark. About fifty bodies are making their gaze wander in search of Setsuna's figure. Several captured this one. I feel a fierce desire to kill. But I don't get barometric pressure like I did earlier.

(Is this what it is?)

At the end of his stagnation time and as he descended to the earth, Setuna felt pity for the fragility of the monsters. Ends with a flash of weapon born in your hand, a glimmer of life. There is no longer fear. And neither does the excitement shake you. I'm trying to calmly grasp this situation. The position of the lined trees, the movements of the Imperial Devil, the gaze of Azmaria. A lot of information pops into my head, but I wasn't confused.

Even though I realized it wasn't a dream.

And

The landed setuna jumped forward without watermark. Low ballistics. Destroy a monster who seems to have fought this one at the root of a tree with a spear. There was no reproach of conscience. The other person is a monster. You won't have to hesitate. Besides, it was the other side that attacked us first. This is nothing more than self-defense.

(Overdefense......?

Shake your head. If you don't kill him, he could kill you the other way around. In fact, they're about to kill me. It's not a dream. That's what the feeling tells me. If it's not even a nightmare, there's no reason for them to kill you. Whatever the reason, I'm sorry to die.

"Hmm."

Setuna responded immediately to the killings from behind. With a flash of swinging direction, he wipes out the five Imperial Demons that had been killing him here.

stormy slaughter scattered the flesh of the monster