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

The sunset was imminent.

The sun, initially shining in Jomtien when Setuna and the others arrived at the Warham, was now leaning heavily to the west, burning the other side of the sky red. Thick clouds were beginning to flow in the clear skies, and I was wondering if they would cover their overheads by the end of the night. Windy.

Setsuna is in a carriage. It is a two-headed front carriage and the front, damaged last night by the Imperial Devil, was being repaired during his stay in the Warham. Woram is buying food between the time we get to our next destination after the front repair.

It was Laxus' opinion that even if we rushed the horse, it would take two days to cross the border and reach our destination, and Lancaine and your men agreed with it.

The ride is never bad. but it also doesn't mean it's exceptionally good. Compared to automobiles, etc. Most importantly, I'm not ordering the horses to walk at all. The vibrations that Setuna is currently experiencing were extremely mild.

Wall Street, stretching from Woram to the northeast, runs through the earth with a gentle curve, eventually leading to the border between Azark and Logner. Near the border, there were two mountains, and the streets passed through to Logner. Of the two mountains, Mount Klum is said to exist to cross the territory of the Azark, Logner and Gandia countries, yet like a wedge worn on the earth.

At present, the front carriage carrying Setuna is headed to the foot of that mountain.

(Here's one problem......)

Setuna was relative to the unexpected situation she faced with a strong expression. No, if you think calmly, it made sense. It was more of a problem than he had to face than being Niewe-Diabras.

This means that you must not summon black spears during the mission, no matter what.

Last night's battle with the Imperial Devil (Ouma) was good. Sometimes within Gandhia, and more importantly, the enemy is the monster of the outside world. There was no fear that information would be diffused that the Black Spear user was leaving the King's Capital and heading somewhere.

But it's not Gandhia who has Setuna and the others now. It's another country. Although Gandia and Azark are in a state of truce, discovering the use of black spears does not necessarily mean that they will not develop into anything. If it only spread within Azark, the information could still spread to the surrounding countries, including Logner.

That, he said, is not a relief for Gandia today. It's not a build-up if it's attacked from a neighboring country in the gap where there are no armed summoners, one of the reasons for the big victory in the battle ahead. Regardless, I'm not asking for Gandhia and Setuna alone. In fact, whether Setuna was there or not, the residence must have moved the army to reclaim the fortress of Balsar, and the battle must have happened because there was a way to win.

With that in mind, Setsuna, we're just going back to our original power where we're all gone, and in that regard, we shouldn't have to worry.

"What do you think? As Cain said, Gandia's soldiers are weak. Fortress Balsar would not have been able to take it back without the cooperation of you and your allies. In fact, he left it for six months after he fell."

Laxus sighs, Setuna is not sure. A weak soldier is a weak soldier, but I don't really understand how much it is.

Speaking of what Setuna saw on that plain, he was an enemy soldier like Yunxia, a brave mercenary, a swordsmanship of Lux-Vain, a power of the bow of Faria-Belfaria and, more importantly, a mighty force with a black spear.

At the heart of that overwhelming power of destruction, he saw that all things seemed equal.

equal to dust.

(What are you thinking? I...!

Setsuna shook her blanket. Equal to dust would be my crap idea. By rethinking that, I sealed off a number of emotions that I tried to overflow in my chest.

As the vibrant red sinks west, the front carriage that runs through the earth is surrounded by quiet darkness. Lancaine was trying to keep her back in her luggage, and Laxus, sitting confronted by Setuna, had her eyes closed, not the wind that cared about anything. In thin darkness, there are only a few things you can do.

That was the same with Setuna.

There was no way I could train Russia or anything in this never wide carriage. You won't even be able to swing your sword barely. And I just wielded my sword, and I don't care what happens. Without swordsmanship, the battle was never nurtured. There's no way you can fight through a real battle with a sword technique with a burning blade.

(Spears are different from spears)

Setuna looked down at hand. There was a wave of sword in his hand. It is a kind of sword called Short Sword. Will it be about 70 cm long and weigh a kilo? Although the shape, which was not particularly decorative, was suitable for his taste.

He was handed the sword by Laxus earlier.

instead of a black spear, is.

(You don't work for that replacement, do you?

And it was also a struggle to contain my desire to scream at Laxus.

An armed summoner in line would be able to handle it lightly. Armed summoners on this continent say that physical training, mastery of combat techniques are essential in learning the art of summoning, and by the time they are recognized as summoners, they can work more than the crowd even when they stand on the battlefield as warriors.

Compared to this, Setuna's fighting power is known. His results, all thanks to the black spear, could be said to have little to do with his personal abilities. Every move on the battlefield was coming out of beyond his consciousness.

He remembered the feeling of the moment when he touched the pattern of the spear, holding the pattern of the sword tight. Image with rapidly expanding horizons and all senses inflated. However, the vastly enlarged sensation was not slower, but rather sharply sharpened. An illusion that allows you to see everything on the battlefield. I thought I heard every soldier breath.

Is everything an illusion? Was it your fault?

Even so, it was true that Setuna, the moment she had the black spear in her hand, exerted a power that was not in her body. Numerous deaths burned to the retina prove it. There is no way that a man who has lived a life unrelated to the battle can wave a spear flat against hundreds of men who will come up against him risking their death. Moreover, it was not the work of most warriors, such as not disturbing a breath and killing all of its dead soldiers without any room.

It is, after all, the power of black spears.

There is no such thing as the power of Setuna.

(But I'm the one who put my hands down)

Quietly admit it. I felt like I shouldn't just deny that. You must not run away. We must not deny the fact that he killed numerous human beings with his own hands.

The hand that holds the pattern of the sword, trembles.

With this sword, can we do the same?

The answer would be no.

There's no way you can handle a sword at will, or you've never swung it seriously. It's a possible substitute for about a kilometre. It should have required a lot of strength to wield, something that was overwhelmingly lacking in Setuna. This means nothing more than that the black spear had also compensated for Setuna's lack of power.

I lose that help.

Anxiety was spreading through his chest.

"One..."

It was Lancaine who said that and broke the silence in the carriage. He barely opens his mouth while he's on the move. With his crush on Russia, Setsuna pointed his suspicious face at you.

The darkness is starting to get deeper.

"Two..."

I'm not sure what Lancaine looks like floating numbers to the depth of meaning. In the dark. He also seemed to stretch his legs and relax, but he also seemed to be exploring something. Even though I can see it, it's just about the outline of a man.

"Mitsu..."

"What is it?

Laxus asks.

Then it looked like Lancaine tipped her face over here. His face felt like Setuna was laughing lightly, but I'm sure it was his fault. I didn't even see his expression.

"Can't you hear me? It's a footstep."

"Footsteps?"

"Three horses. Apparently, he's running errands on this carriage."

When he finished listening to Lancaine's dialogue, Setuna cleared his ears. What shook Setuna's tympanic membrane was the sound of the wind slamming in front of her, the powerful sound of the horse's hooves pulling the carriage kicking the earth, and the tone of the wheels carving a claw on the ground. That's a slight sound.

Setsuna felt stunned by the goodness of her ears as she cleared her ears. Still, I couldn't hear the sound of Lancaine's tripod.

"Where are you?

Setuna looked out for Lancaine, but he seemed to mock this one.

"It's not like you to make ears, Mr. Neewe. Okay, what do we do? Knight Hall."

"Are you a burglar?

Laxus' eyes seemed glittering in the darkness. The corresponding lancaine is different from the response to Setsuna.

"What do you think? It could be the Worlam vigilante, and it could be the ones who have absolutely nothing to do with it."

"Anyway, it's hard to think of just three horses."

"Maybe he's laying low somewhere."

"If so, is the purpose of those three heads to guide this carriage"

"It's reasonable to think so. Mr. Neewe, it may be a little difficult for you to be a bad head, but do you understand the story?

To the tone of ridiculing one of the Lancaines, Setsuna was angry minded, but the situation is the situation. Even the presence of Lancaine was silenced by questioning Laxus in an aggressive manner.

"So, what do you do?

"I just want to avoid being able to hurt my horse. Do you have any ideas?

"Didn't you just ignore it?

It seemed to Setsuna that that was the best course of action. Whether you're a burglar or whatever, you just have to fly the carriage and cross the border while you're not getting your hands on it from the other side. You won't be chasing me until I've just crossed the border.

But his thoughts were kicked over by Lancaine's mockery.

"That's why you're so stupid."

"Oh my God!

"If you fly the carriage now, it could inspire them. If they make a move and get their horses hurt, there 'll be madness in this plan, won't there? And the other guy is a horse. Even if you increase the speed, just let the distance go temporarily. They'll catch up soon."

"That's the thing. You got that? Mr. Niewe."

"Ku......"

Setuna closed her mouth trying to bite her lips. I don't like Lancaine's mouthfeel, but that's why I wasn't in a position to argue. He was right. Shallow thoughts, etc., should not be used as a cheap word. Should I just be able to learn something so obvious?

The accidentally visited silence made the wind and the sound of the carriage dance in the dark. And Laxus opens his mouth.

"Do you want to ride their invitation?"

"Huh?"

Setuna was dismayed by the unexpected conclusion Laxus had drawn. You don't know what kind of people they are, but you're going to ride that invitation? It was a decision Setuna wouldn't understand.

"That might be safer for a horse"

"Are you serious...?

"Okay. So let's go."

Setuna's inquiry was heard by Laxus. I also knew I couldn't afford to think long about the outside, maybe Laxus is stubborn, etc, but still he was in the mood to scream.

Listen to one, please.

Lancaine's nagging laughter pierces Setuna's ear.

"Then let's hope for your sword moves. Niewe-Diabras"

"I hope so, don't I?

"Huh!?

Setuna had no choice but to scream.

It was caused by three horses approaching from the rear that the carriage deviated significantly from the path it was supposed to take towards the border. Precisely its riders. They threatened you when they lay side by side with the carriage. Did you even let the weapon flinch or poke at you?

Either way, your lord marveled greatly at the way he met with Laxus, turning his horse's neck in the direction of the riders' guidance as he drew his face to fear.

Off the street, I went down the plain.

Setuna and the others were geared up in the meantime. Setuna wore light armor and a weapon. Whether your opponent is a burglar or not, it's a fight. It was too dangerous to fight while in travel clothes. Most importantly, Setuna had never worn armor in the battle against the Imperial Devil before, and only in the battle on the Balsar Plains.

The sword given to me by Laxus hangs from a belt of swords strapped to my waist. It was as if the weight of the sword transmitted from the sword belt would stir up great anxiety and tension. There was a whole different tension from the first line. I know why. Because I've never held a sword.

Setsuna's score was a black spear. It's perfectly natural, but I never had a weapon other than that. I don't even get that chance. And it was only by grasping the black spear that he was able to do enough to ravage the battlefield. I didn't have to feel vaguely anxious or nervous.

(But I just have to......!

Setuna clenched her fist for a long time.

Eventually, the carriage stopped and the sway subsided. While the wind sounded stronger, it didn't even sound as good as a little bird chirping, such as a summoning spell spinning in its murmur. It is lancaine. His summons was allowed. Instead, his subpoena arm is the main force. I just have to ask Lancaine to stick it out more than Setuna can use a black spear.

"Shall I just have my stuff unloaded?

"Hih...!

"Hurry up or your neck will fly!

The intimidating shouts raised by one of the riders did not, however, echo anything in Setuna's mind. It must be amazing. I guess I'm making the best of my voice to scare you. In fact, if you're a normal person, you might be drawn to fear and not even have a voice. But in the shadow of the carriage, the man's shout just sounded vain.

I can hear the horse hissing. Did the horses feel a danger to their lives? Perhaps I'm not feeling dangerous when it comes to hissing and not even trying to get rampant. Or perhaps you are aware of some sort of calming gesture of your lord.

Unexpectedly, Lancaine snapped.

"You're out."

You must mean the number of people who were lying down. This is where the riders designated it. Naturally, they'll surround the carriage. There will be intimidation against you, and if anyone else was on board, you must be thinking about it.

I hear the chant of the spell is over.

"How many?

"Twenty-five...... that's a big place"

"Don't be happy."

Setsuna couldn't even stare at Lancaine, she just groaned. Twenty-five. It would be the total number of muggers who were lying low (that's what the Laxus and the others had concluded). In other words, when paired with the rider, there will be twenty-eight. More than imagined, Setsuna, once again, became anxious.

It was too desperate for Setuna, such as fighting twenty-eight for just three. The battle so far is an unparalleled number of people, but in this case, the difference in weapons had cast a great shadow on his mood. If you had a black spear in your hand, maybe you didn't think anything of it. Instead, he would have taken the initiative and hit the intercept. But the summons of the spear was not tolerated, and the weapon given instead was a substitute that had never been used.

"You're telling me to hurry! You want to die!

"Yes, I'll get you down now......!

I heard a man threatening to cut off and still lose his hips, beside a front carriage. Your acting skills were crossed. He is a seemingly good-looking (and well-contained) middle-aged man. He likes to take care of horses for a day when the sun's up, and he's starting to work for the Balghazar family because he can take care of horses.

His name was Orins-Banak. It was Laxus' assessment that anything as skillful as his handling of horses would not be like looking all over Gandhia.

A gruesome footsteps circled behind the carriage. The front that was closing the rear is slightly opened by the hand of your Lord. His face peeked. It was dark and not well visible, but apparently it remained a look drawn to fear. I could tell by the signs that there was a burglar behind him.

"Come on, what the hell is the treasure of a long time?

Along with the man's wild voice, the front opened wide. From his voice, he's a different man from the horse riders. I guess I can't wait any longer, and there's no reason to let one Orin carry me out in the first place. It won't take longer for the bandits to carry them out together than to leave them to one of the movers.

"Which one..."

The man who peered inside the carriage where Setuna and the others lurked could not even recognize this one.

Lancaine, who first flew outside, stepped on the top of the man's head with his toenails and flew into the dark sky without breaking the man's neck. The man clashed face to face on the carriage slab with a stepped impact and didn't even raise his voice as it was. I guess I lost my mind. My voice sounds.

"Armed Summoning"

With the light of the summons arose the twitch. You must not have thought or seen an armed summoner riding inside. Although a significant number of armed summoners seem to exist beyond the establishment of such an organization as the Continental Summoners Association, it would not be thought that those armed summoners lurk in carriages that go the night lane.

Then Laxus popped up and Setuna followed. Try to jump over the head of a man trampled by Lancaine and jump outside.

My vision widened. From the blocked darkness to the vast sunset. The yang was no longer falling. Darkness claimed dominion over heaven, and the light was driven far beyond the horizon. The stars are about to reveal so much of their power as just a few, but they have to be sumptuous before the forces of darkness.

Brilliant lights were lit in that dark darkness. It is not the light of the demonic crystal lamp. Is it pine? The many flames that scorched the darkness seemed like the fire that formed the flock, and the faces of the bandits that floated around it did not even look like ghosts as they sought the living. Though their expression of amazement at the appearance of the armed summoner was nothing but dumbfounded.

"You watch the horse. You're the only one who knows how they feel."

"Yes."

Setuna was listening in the sky above to the gracious words of Laxus directed at Orin. In front of him are nearly thirty men. You can fight them. He had to pull out his sword, too. You must wave your sword and slash down your enemies.

That's good.

That's how we've lived in this world. We fought our enemies, we defeated them, we slaughtered them, we came this far. I'm not going to deny it now. But there's something about things that you're not good at.

If it's a black spear...

"And what the hell are they?

The scream of the rubbed man instantly surfaced the thought of Setuna, who was about to be drunk by the mud stream. This is a battlefield. Not if you're lost. Setuna let her hand touch the pattern of her sword. The feel of the unfamiliar pattern tightened his consciousness more than usual.

"I'd like to hear that. Are you just robbers? Or did someone hire you to attack us?

The pitiful voice of Laxus echoed in darkness. His questioning makes little sense. This one had already decided to be a burglar, and so had the decision to deal with it. Fight and control appropriately. It means I won't kill you as long as I can. Lancaine raised her dissatisfaction with it, but Laxus suggested the possibility that they might be available, and on top of that, she condoned Lancaine. Sooner or later, the day will come when you will be able to storm your mind fully on the real battlefield, he said.

Its lancaine obtained a dragon decorated hand axe and stood to the left front of the Laxus. His defenseless standing seemed to be only compelling and a disincentive to the bandits.

Setuna stands to the right rear of Laxus. The sword had not yet been drawn. That was the same with Laxus.

Laxus' posterior appearance was that of a dignified knight himself, but the outfit was somewhere mercenary-stained. Whether the armor you're wearing makes you feel that way, or somewhere wild, maybe that's creating a mercenary atmosphere.

"Ha!"

One of the burglars laughed out loud. Perhaps he regained his calm by Laxus inquiry. As far as the others are concerned, the man seems to have been the only one special.

"I don't need a reason to attack them! Bastards, don't do this!

The man must have been the leader. Along with his decree, the bandits who were besieging the carriage shouted in unison. Even though he had done all he could, Setsuna felt no fear of dust. The real battlefield was more terrifying. That said, the fear I felt at that time must have been perhaps filtered by black spears, and to think about it, what reason do I not feel scared without having to hold the spears?

Perhaps the best reason is because the roar of the bandits was just so obnoxious that they wanted to block their ears.

Laxus pulled out his sword. The white blade reflects the light and glitters.

"This one asked for a rational response."

"Not convincing, huh?

"Because you bring up such a noisy thing"

"Kuku. Who gave you permission to kill?

"I don't know."

Setuna was more conscious of the actions of the bandits, who moved along with the earlier decree of the chief, than of the ridiculous farce played out in the foreground. As one of the twenty-seven bandit groups is passed out in a carriage, the majority of the rest is wrapped around the front of the Laxus, and you can leave them to the two of you. I might be irresponsible, but as a setuna, I meant to make a decent decision.

I guess Setsuna should be in charge of the guys hitting the kill from the rear right toward us, but if he's got an ever-winning undefeated black spear at the moment, he'll have to be as refined as he could have been without the help of a powerful summoning weapon. It is the result of a calm decision.

The ghosts, lit by the flames of the pine lights, were too good in stature to be ghosts, health itself, and yet the faces of the men floating in the darkness did not feel like they deserved to be described as ghosts either. They seemed to be armed to each, including those listing pine lights. Each item scored, but the most popular was apparently a blade, followed by a lot of blunt weapons and fewer long-pattern weapons.

Whatever weapon you have in your hands, you should at least see it as better at handling it than Setuna. Of course, the bandits must be better up there. If you're a one-to-many, you don't have a win, even one-to-one letters of victory are sumptuous. This one is amateur. I've breathed battlefield air before. It is killing dozens of Imperial Demons and killing hundreds of human beings. But they weren't all his own.

(No......!

Shake your head.

Not now. Now I couldn't help thinking about that. Setsuna was in the middle of the battlefield. Standing in front of the bandits. They couldn't have just missed Setuna.

"You said you were allowed to kill!?

"Did you hear that?"

"Of course not? There is no reason to be thankful or reproached for a rogue outward path like yours, where it was destroyed."

(I thought it was a big deal!

Setuna threw up all over her chest, but no longer had room for a glimpse of Lancaine. I'm not even going to be made aware of the head exchange with the Laxus guys. The ghosts in his sight seemed to be watching the opportunity to lay down their weapons and fly away, rather than snorting their tongues in front of their prey.

Decades of time have already been inscribed since the first decree of the head. Still, the lack of movement in the herd of bandits may be due to the large presence of Lancaine. I guess the fact that he was an armed summoner puts the burglars back together.

But Lancaine couldn't have been at the mercy of the bandits.

"Hiha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

The Lancaine offensive began with a grunting laugh. The overwhelming killing gushed like a storm, and the battlefield instantly became the single-altar of Lancaine. The sound rang with the blow carried out with his high laughter, and the earth rocked violently. As the bandits screamed and cursed, a rock was seen protruding from the ground in the corner of Setuna's sight. One rock after another protrudes promptly beating the flock of fleeing bandits.

……

Setuna made her readiness absurd as she watched as the bandit group was devastated by the tragedy brought about by Lancaine's hand axe. I also thought that if you were going to do that from the beginning, you wouldn't have to tell me which one to incite, but I also think that it would be lancaine because you incite it there. There was no anger coming up. I sigh as I feel the sway of the earth come to pass. Unwittingly.

"What are you looking at?

A whisper of a man like a frozen blade touched Setuna's ear. The voice was behind it - from very close range. My spine freezes.

A chilling voice and a killer.

"Your opponent is here, isn't he?

"Huh...!

Setuna, looking back, was reflexively pulling out her sword. A spark scattered in front of him and a metal sound pierced his eardrum. Heavy shock passes to the hand holding the pattern. The weapons must have bumped into each other. I feel a massive amount of sweat gushing out of my pores called pores all over my body. I had hair in between. If the reaction had been slightly delayed, it must have taken a fatal blow. And it would have been the gift of the experience cultivated in the battle so far that I was able to react so painfully.

The other guy was right in front of me. A young man. It can be called a youth. It was in a bunch of bandits, and they were more lively than anyone else, but like the rest of them, the word bandits suited them well. A sword with a wide breadth of body is held in his hand. It would be a substitute for Broad Sword.

He has told me to mock myself.

"I'm sweet, too. I'm a little hesitant because you stick around like an amateur."

Setuna was stunned by his defenselessness as well as understanding that his dialogue was not a lie. If he cared, it would have been possible for Setsuna to slash him while he was unaware. Setuna was able to react only because he had spoken up. If he had been slaughtered without saying anything, Setuna would have been foolish to take it by sword and could not even have avoided it.

In that case, fatal injuries must have been inevitable.

Setuna admitted that her heartbeat sounded rapidly. I was hearing heartbeats. A little hesitation on the part of the man in front of me is making Setuna stand up here. Still, tell.

"Sorry you're an amateur."

"Amateur...... is it?

The man got a strange look. I guess it's hard for Russia to believe. Setsuna, however, ran out of words.

"Oh yeah!

"Yeah. Then why did you come out! Put your armor on! If you're an amateur, you can hide in the carriage and threaten me! We're not gonna kill those guys!

"Mm-hmm, you know what I mean!

"... then you are. Hmm. You're right."

"You're being honest there..."

Setuna was more tired of the remarkably changing man's words and behavior, but could not forgive her. The sword as it stands is heavy. My hands were still paralyzed. It would prove that the man's blow was so heavy.

Setsuna's heart sounds were returning a little but calm.

"Well, let's go on."

The winding air of a man changes once again. From calm to frozen. That must be something called homicide. A runoff of will to kill the other person.

Setsuna bit her teeth. Somewhere in my body is shaking. Fear. The flesh remembers the blow ahead. A non-existent fatal wound passes behind the brain. If you do not take the sword of a man or send it away, the product of that imagination will become a reality. Grasp the sword pattern with both hands. The paralysis of the hands was still marginal. That fuelled anxiety. Ask.

"Are you serious?

"No, it's a lie."

And the man lay down his sword.

Setsuna was confused. Must have been a loose look in between.

"What?"

"That."

……

As Setuna looked in the direction of the man's finger, Laxus and Lancaine stood in the middle of a turbulent earth with rocks. And I can see that there's something flat-headed at Laxus' feet. Must be the bandits. It was no surprise that he was scared of Lancaine's overwhelming rampage.

A man has said it in an indescribable voice.

"Looks like our heads have surrendered. Good for you, boy. I didn't have to kill you."

"Oh, oh..."

Setuna rushed to Laxus when she put her sword in her sheath, convinced by the man's words but holding something unintelligible.