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

"Armed summons!

Setuna uttered only that word, which would be the end of the spell for the average armed summoner. I don't know a principle that doesn't require a complex, long-lasting chant like Lancaine. From the beginning. It has been since Azmaria-Altemax summoned me. I just screamed as I was prompted, and Setuna's whole body was wrapped in light.

The pattern of light that emerged on the surface of the body was still like a small demonic formation, and the light emanating from its multiple lines and circles were so painful for the eyes used to the darkness. The room, centrally located on the ground floor, will have no windows and there will be no light leaking outside at the time of summons.

Most of all, even if they didn't notice at the time of the summons, they didn't dare to say anything, even though they didn't think that if they set off enough flames to burn down the quarters, they would just let the other party know the fact that there was an armed summoner here in the end. The information that Lancaine is an armed summoner should be conveyed by the Dagnes. Just another armed summoner will be added to that information.

You don't even have to expose the fact that the Black Spear user is here.

And the light dissipated from Setuna's entire body converges in his palms, transforming its appearance into a black spear. A pitch black spear. The alien spear, proud of its satanic calamity, was, as usual, well familiar with Setuna's hands.

It was the moment I touched my hand.

The immense force hidden by the black spear became a running stream, conveying his arms from his palms, instantly going all over Setuna's body. A destructive impulse pushed through the flesh, distorting the senses. Enlarged and sharpened consciousness clearly grasps the surrounding information. The horizons widened and I knew what was in this room was to be taken into my hands. Both the faint air movement and even the slightest breath of Laxus captured the dilated consciousness of Setuna.

Darkness ceases to be darkness, and nothing ceases to be an obstacle. The thin walls of the quarters, the heavy rain that falls, the dark clouds that close the heavens, become just information. The flash glowed behind his lid and the thunderbolt echoed behind his ear. The illusion that the sound of military shoes slamming wet roads in the rain fluctuates into a melody worthy of coloring the battlefield. Outside the quarters, visions of men hiding in the shadows of the walls. Lancaine and Orin. It was Setuna's role to cover their actions.

Setsuna exhaled slowly.

"Phew..."

It must not be all about the power of the spear or anything else that flows into the moment you have the black spear in your hand. With horrible thoughts similar to the certainty, Setuna was angry at her immaturity, which could not handle even its slightest power.

The feeling of hypertrophy is out of hand, and even unnecessary information is tapped into your head. I'm very grateful that those countless pieces of information paint this battlefield landscape behind my brain, but is it possible that too much information can be a material that sometimes blunts my judgment?

Nevertheless, I also don't think that's possible as long as you have the spear in your hand.

"Niewe, can you go?

Laxus must have looked worried because Setsuna was about to be drunk by the power of a black spear. I guess it was modulated enough to tell from the outside. Setsuna giggled and showed that she was worried about Laxus.

"Anytime."

"Right. Then do as you're told."

"Copy that!"

Setuna nodded majestically, putting a pitch-black spear over her head. Waiting for Laxus to evacuate while pointing his cut to the ceiling. Though it was for the Yang Dynasty, it was outside of it, such as involving Laxus. Setsuna herself doesn't have to run away. As long as I was squeezing the black spear, there shouldn't have been anything like the force released from the spear coming back to Setuna.

Grasp just the feeling that Laxus reached the window.

Setsuna gripped the pattern of the spear strongly. Remember. Liberation of power. The sight of that night circled the back of my brain. A big standaround who played against a bunch of Imperial Demon Bleaks. The meadow was inflamed for bouncing off the bleak thunderball, but thanks to it the black spear was able to accumulate flames. And the opportunity came to use the accumulated flames.

"The spear!

The spear roared to respond to Setuna's call. The jewels of the stone clash emitted light, and flames gushed from the tip of the pitch-black spear. Hot air strokes Setuna's face and sweat erupts all at once. The crimson flames emitted from the spear easily burn down the darkness of the silent night, instantly repainting the sphere of power of the world of silence. Breaking through the ceiling with tremendous momentum, he reached the ceiling further up, dyeing the surroundings red instantly. It wasn't long. Running of destruction. The fire of the Red Lotus burns down the quarters at a speed and power far exceeding Setuna's imagination.

Setuna was so suspicious of my eyes. In a vortex of tremendous heat, massive amounts of sweat fall from all over your body. But there was no burning flame falling on Setuna inside the quarters. Only his surroundings were avoided, as if he were afraid of Setuna and the black spear.

The flames burn everything to a bright red.

Ravage.

At the source of an overwhelming flurry of power, Setuna, just had a scare.

"Setuna!

I overheard Laxus screaming. You were in too much of a hurry, or you forgot to call me by my pseudonym.

Setuna immediately attempted to leave the scene when she admitted that the eruption of flames from the tip of her ear had subsided. But it was surrounded by a sea of fire. I can't move. The Red Lotus Flame, which burns down the dormitory, also rapidly snatches away oxygen.

My vision was shaking like a pneumonia.

Setuna, squeezing the pattern with her sweaty hands, jumped into the flames ready. I believed in the power of black spears. I'm not overconfident. I just had to believe it. Believing in the fearful and mighty power of the black spear was the only action Setuna could do.

Flesh moves.

We push through a whirlpool of burning flames and head straight to the signs of Laxus. All the walls, beds, furniture and conditioning were drunk by the flames emitted by black spears, burning red. The windows were open, and it was raining heavily over there. But even that heavy rain didn't seem to control the fireworks that wrapped this dormitory.

Setuna floated the first relief as she jumped out the window. This is all the fuss I've caused. The role of attracting outside attention would have been fulfilled to the full. The pouring rain was gentle on the whole body with heat. Landing.

Setuna raised her face, confirming Laxus in a corner of her sight, and then figured out that there was a twitch going on among the soldiers besieging the quarters. Countless shoe sounds are beginning to move towards one side. To the south. Shall we hold the main entrance to this quarters?

Are you all right?

"Naturally! Besides, I'm Neewe-Diablos."

"Ah, oh. You did."

Setsuna smiled at Laxus's expression. Stand up and look down at what you get in your hand. The black spear that spewed out the accumulated flames feels like he has a calm look sometime. It must be an illusion.

Setuna shook her head and threw a black spear overhead. The spear was scattered into countless particles of light. The Summoning Army, which has finished its role, returns to the world where it should be.

It was a shame, but I couldn't just rely on the power of a black spear right now. Touch the pattern of a sword strapped to your hips. In the pattern, only a few but the heat remained.

"And then I'll buy you some time."

"Oh. Can you do that?

"I'll do it."

It has to start.

Anyway, we have to buy time for Lancaine and Orin to get their horses back and rendezvous. Laxus said the best way to do that was to ramble around flashly, but I wasn't at all confident Setsuna had all that power on me. Instead, shouldn't we just think about surviving safely?

Burning the quarters has succeeded in attracting attention. There's been a change in the siege net in the evidence. Then why don't we just act like we don't get attacked by the enemy, hoping the Lancaines will do well later?

All the more so if the other party is acting on the big premise of keeping this one alive.

Most of all, it was obvious that you would fail even if you were trapped by such an idea.

Setuna followed after Laxus. The quarters surrounded by the flames of the Red Lotus were like giant fire columns, illuminating the darkness of the night. Rely on that light to head to the main entrance.

In the heavy rain, there is still no indication that the quarters will quell the fire.

The ground rocked. Understand that it is not just an earthquake or something like that by finding a wave of unpleasant force in its slightest tremor. Signs of Lancaine. An unparalleled scale of sharpened intent to kill, held only by the righteous madman of the struggle.

Setuna distorted her face as she remembered the chill. But recalling not if he was trapped in the shadow of Lancaine, he pulled out a sword strapped to his waist. I couldn't pull it out as smoothly as a warrior in the war.

I feel uncomfortable.

(What?

Setuna tried to find out who the discomfort was, feeling a firm weight on her right hand. But that won't happen. The main entrance to the quarters was being seen in front. The flaming glow of flames that keep the quarters surrounded illuminates the area around the main entrance red. No, that won't be called a gate or anything anymore.

In a fiercely shaky fire, the main entrance on the south side of the quarters had been destroyed in some way. The cause could not be conceived other than external pressure, and countless soldiers were coming into an avalanche from the front gate, which had in fact been forced to open.

The tenacious soldiers under the banner of Zalwarn's fierce general, Gray-Barzelg, seemed surprised by the momentum of the fiery fire that burned down the quarters, but did not seem to be afraid of anyone as one. We waited for a long time in the cold rain. It's not a lot of mental power. Where one of the mansions burned down, I guess I don't feel fear or anything.

Laxus stopped right in front of me.

When Setuna also imitated it and stopped her legs, she held the pattern with both hands in order to set up her sword. A different feeling extends Setuna's vision. That was like when you were swinging a black spear. Full of energy, all senses crossed over. The rambling rain sounds and the whirlwinding flame melodies, the flashes burn the back of his brain, and the thunderbolts pierce his ears. The sound of the soldiers' shoes did not stop, and the rubbing metal noises between the armors danced in their ears. I heard a whisper.

"Secure those things. It is His Highness's command."

Soldiers nodded and tension could be seen running to the troops under siege. Soldiers who had slipped into the quarters' premises gained money for each. Many were swords, and it seemed that troops specialized in melee combat had entered. Fighting at close range might still work out - such pale expectations arose in Setuna's chest and disappeared. Behind such a mood, Setuna's five senses do not capture and let go of the soldiers' movements.

There have been thirty soldiers entering the premises. Behind it, however, countless soldiers refrained, and furthermore, this was an enemy land. It must be easy to replenish soldiers, etc. How much did you defeat the enemy in front of you?

But Setuna was watching the soldiers behave. One by one, the soldiers who started marching this way were sweeping behind Setuna's lid. I can hear your breath. The heartbeat of every soldier enters Setuna's consciousness. The enlarged yet sharpened five senses do not miss any change in this setting.

(I can go......!

Setsuna opened her eyes. It's the view of the battlefield that opens up to a full view. A terribly crazy sense of dawning smears his consciousness. I can go now. He kicked the wet ground with certainty. He captures Laxus surprised at the edge of his sight and laughs secretly. I can't help but be surprised.

Setsuna herself was surprised.

But astonishment never blunted his behavior. The flesh is away from the earth. Leap. Fly to slip low. To the enemy. The distance instantly returns to nothing, and the figure of the soldiers looms in front of them. No, it was Setsuna who was getting closer, but from Setsuna's point of view, it felt like the enemy was approaching.

"Here they come! Him!"

The flesh of Setuna had already reached before the eyes of the enemy when the commandment of the captain and the man struck. Though the eyes of the soldiers hidden in the shadow of their helmets were stunned open, it also instantly disappeared. What appeared instead was the colour of the warrior. Readiness tone. The formation of the soldiers moves. but it was too late to accommodate this speed.

Setuna waved her sword. Near landing. Current of the enemy formation. Just before the contact. Swing down as hard as you can toward one of the soldiers in the front row. with temper.

"Ha!

The short sword, waved down by Setuna, crashed into the soldier's helmet, but it didn't turn out to be a slap off the helmet. Bounced back. Shock ran in both hands of Setuna, but not a big deal. On the momentum the sword bounced off, jumping back and just opening the distance. That's a bad hand. I also understood Setuna's head. But we cannot leave it to that prestige any more than the first blow was stopped. It was in my sight that the soldiers collapsed. I may have also had a concussion. Although the helmet was prevented by slashing, it could not kill the impact of the sword.

The sword stretched from the right flaps his body, and the slash falling from the top left flushes at the tip of the short sword. He jumped over the fallen soldier and also gently dodged a blow at the mercy of the enemy, which came under attack with that momentum. Knock in the counter slash instantly, but once again, it is inhibited by thick armor of armor and does not lead to fatal injuries.

But.

(I can see...!

Setuna had grasped the movements of countless enemies inside and outside her sight. Something surprising about being avoided from attack, something to prepare for the next attack, something to think you can't cover from a distance, something to gather for backpacking - one by one of those toes was coloring the battlefield behind Setuna's brain. Similar feeling to when you are holding a black spear. can only be considered the effect of summoning a black spear earlier on,

(So, what is it?

Setuna laughed invincibly.

Then why don't you do it?

Setsuna thought to rely on the power of the black spear if she could. We have to survive at all costs. There are many enemies, and this one is an outrageous battle power difference. I wonder what's wrong with relying on the power of the subpoena. Of course, I don't subpoena. but it can't be without it either. If the hoop of reason comes off, you may summon it.

I don't want to die here.

Wave your sword and slap down the enemy's sword in front of you. Then, immediately slap the short sword on the opponent's side of the head and jump right off the spot. Shortly afterwards, a spear pierced the spot where Setuna stood to the brink. I heard soldiers pounding their tongues.

Setsuna laughed with her nose. Change your mind at the same time.

(If you can't kill him, you don't have to kill him)

You don't have to kill him, you just have to be helpless. Strike a powerful impact on your helmet and you'll be able to stun it. Like the soldiers ahead, if you get a concussion, you're useless. At least not on this battlefield.

"You wander off!

One of the soldiers screamed at you for continuing to send the attack to your head. Of course, Setuna looked so strange. Even this one is a life-threatening one. I didn't even want to plunder.

It dodges the slaughter that strikes many and strikes a powerful blow into the counterattack. Whenever Setuna's sword flashed, one soldier collapsed with another.

Enemy attack stops slightly. I guess it doesn't mean he was scared to fight Setuna.

"What the fuck...!

"Be careful. It's not normal."

"I thought you were just a kid, but apparently not..."

"Armed Summoner...!

"No way."

Setuna glanced at the soldiers whispering at each other, making sure that nothing had changed. The soldiers unconscious by his blow are superior to ten. But that's all. Each time a soldier fell out of battle alone, a new force was being replenished, and the number of enemies on the property seemed to be increasing rather than decreasing. Most importantly, the number is not an issue for Setsuna right now.

What bothered me was Laxus. Laxus also seemed to be waving his sword elsewhere while Setuna was fighting a flock of enemies. What I found out when I looked around was the fact that three soldiers had fallen at Laxus' feet.

Again, strong.

Setuna kicked the ground when she stopped worrying uselessly. Fly backwards. The soldiers hung up. Flashes and thunderbolts fall. A flock of armor forward seemed to reflect thunder and shine. Enemy soldiers are popping up in momentum to fill the slightest void that was born between them and Setuna. He jumped again the moment his toenails reached the ground. Forward.

――

Fly over the heads of the flashing soldiers and land behind them - in the middle of the enemy line. Enemy soldiers from the surrounding quarters were too surprised by the reckless and extreme actions rather than Setuna's daring, or the reaction was delayed. It wasn't Setuna who misses that gap. Beating the soldier's helmet in front of him with a sword, he also knocked the blow into the left and right soldiers with a knife to return, trying to return the heel to poke behind the soldiers who jumped over him. but.

(Is that...?

Dizziness shook Setuna's consciousness. It was understandable, like other personnel, that the force rapidly fell out of the whole body. The overwhelming vitality that was driving the whole body is lost. All that remains is the body of an immature man exhausted by rapid exercise. A sword slipped off between his hands. A sword fell on the rain-wet ground and made a small noise.

Setsuna was stunned. If we no longer hear the whispers of the soldiers, the view of the battlefield will not colour the back of our brains. My senses are back to normal. In a narrow perspective, it could not have been possible to grasp the movements of each soldier, etc. My whole body is screaming. That would be so. I haven't worked out enough to keep up with such a human secluded exercise. I mock myself. I'm in too much shape.

(I'm always like this)

It is swept by force.

If you touch the overwhelming power of a black spear, anyone may have to, but it's not like you can be forgiven. I haven't been able to control my powers. Your will to use your power.

The coolness of the pouring rain envelops Setuna rather than mocking her.

It was an unfortunate fortune that the soldiers around us did not get their hands on them immediately. Maybe he was suspicious that he suddenly stopped moving. Setsuna was in the mood to thank those soldiers for their caution now, breathing rough. My hands are shaking. I can't move.

I heard a shoe. close range. The siege by the soldiers is narrowed. Originally, it was Setuna herself who jumped into this flock of soldiers. I tied my neck up myself. I can't laugh.

Setuna was finally able to pick up her sword. But with my current strength, I had the best I could hold it in my hand. Swinging was stupid, there was no way I could beat them up or anything. I can't even get my breath ready. That wasn't the usual exercise until just now.

"Niewe!"

The call of Laxus is distant. I guess a bunch of soldiers is a wall and I can't help but get close.

Setsuna was reflecting that she had done something wrong to Laxus. If we'd fought near Laxus, we wouldn't have gotten into this. I was intoxicated by the force and got on with it, but the predicament I invited for it. Nothing more than what you deserve.

It's all my fault.

Setsuna had no choice but to mock herself.

The soldiers surrounding them have simultaneously poked at the cutting edge of their swords. Drop your weapon and maybe you want to tell me to stop wasting my resistance. They were silent and said silence was the greatest weapon.

If their purpose is to secure Setuna and the others, they will not be killed immediately, but their safety is not guaranteed where they surrender. Instead, it falls to be disposed of as used after the information has been extracted as much as possible.

Or so, you can't go wild. They will kill you to be crushed. Because if you deal with them, you just have to be able to secure one of Setsuna and Laxus.

(Right...)

Setuna put her sword in her sheath. I can't dump the substitute I got from Laxus here.

First of all, I haven't given up.

I don't have enough strength to fight. I don't even have the strength to face it. Fine and roots are exhausted, and all that remains may be the instinct of wanting to live and the sense of mission that we must carry out our mission.

Still, Setuna didn't give up.

It doesn't mean I expect anything from the Lancaines.

I have a trump card.

For one thing, there was still a trump card that could break this situation and reverse it. It is forbidden to use it. That made me too famous. Black spear. A demonic spear that sucked thousands of lives on the Balsar Plains. Gandia trump card.

The voice (can be heard), but I heard it.

"Call me. Take my hand. Wield my strength. I'm infinite... '

Setuna couldn't understand what that was. However, the tone echoed from the depths of my heart was somewhere frightening and overwhelming, sounding as if it were a dehumanization of destruction and killing. And I have a nostalgia.

And Setuna raised her hand.

The soldier in front of me was frightened.

"Ugh, don't move!

"Armed -"

Setuna tried to spin the end of the spell, but she couldn't.

The ground shook violently with a thunderous roar, and Setsuna bit her tongue. Stamping on the spot was more of a prerequisite than being bored by the pain spreading in his mouth. But before the too harsh a tremor, Setuna, with no strength left, was nothing short of helpless. Fall over and hit him hard all over his body. But that seemed to be the same for the soldiers around.

"Hey, what!?

"An earthquake!

"What the hell is this?

I can see their confusion from the look of the soldiers calling out to me. It was such an earthquake that I couldn't even stand up. I can't even grasp the situation.

Something broke down. It was a dormitory. It was burned down with a blacker spear than it was before. It was only natural to collapse if there was a strong impact there. The fire was almost extinguished by heavy rain.

On the property of the quarters, darkness was about to make a return.

Setuna was uncomfortable that the earth wobble would not fit inside. Regardless, it is well known that this earthquake is not a natural disaster. It would be the power of Lancaine's hand axe. I didn't know an earthquake could be as severe as this, but I don't know the ability of anyone else to summon an armed man and it's natural.

Again, the roar rang as the ground sounded. The earth trembled violently, and the feeling of something coming up from the ground struck Setuna. It was approaching from the north side of the quarters.

The mysterious sight of several huge rock formations approaching from the ground was unfolding as Setuna looked over you as you lay low on the ground.

It was definitely Lancaine's fault.

It was in Setuna's eyes that two shadows drove on top of it, which also seemed like a bridge made of rock beds. The earthquake will not subside. The rock formations also protruded from the current ground of the main gate, and several soldiers involved were swept to the ground with impending momentum. The scream went up.

Sethuna turned her gaze around and tried to ascertain where Laxus was, but she could not tell because no one or he was lying on the ground.

My voice came down from over my head.

"Niewe!"

(Huh...?

When Setsuna raised her face, two shadows nearly jumped from the rock floor standing high above her head. Two horses. On one of the horses was the figure of Lancaine.

As the horse descended in front of Setuna, the soldiers around him also rushed this way to his ass to dismay him. A horse's foot crushes the soldiers crawling to the ground.

And Lancaine on the horse, he offered his hand toward Setuna.

"Grab it."

The man's eyes looked like he was laughing. What are you laughing at? Are you enjoying this situation? No, you're having fun. I guess I enjoy this situation from the bottom of my heart where I can freely wield my powers. It is this battlefield of struggle, killing and madness that is the world he breathes.

(I...)

Setuna, after a moment of hesitation, squeezed the remaining force to grab Lancaine's hand.