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

The spear, which he named greedy (Lance of Designer), was firmly heavy and had an extra feel in Ruufa's hands.

The fact that the power hidden in the spear was mighty was also due in part, but that was not the only cause. His original Summoning Army, Sylphide Feather, should not have lost if it was a total amount of power. Then I should have been able to handle it as usual. No, I guess we can actually treat it like we always do. But somehow, from the time I got this spear in my hand, his mind was about to be crushed by unusual heavy pressures.

It may be due to the nature of power.

With Sylphide Feather being a positive force, Lance of Designer may have presided over a negative force. I don't know the truth from looking into it more closely and not looking at it, but at least that's how Ruufa felt. A fetal movement of forces sinking into the bottom of the earth is transmitted from both hands to the entire body. Pulse of madness. A heartbeat of power to ramble immediately and kill an enemy named Enemy.

Ruufa squeezed the pitch-black spear hard. I felt like I was going to get out of my hands if I didn't. That wouldn't necessarily be my fault or anything.

Summoning armed is willing.

It will be the proof left that Lance of Designer is also trying to shake Ruufa's consciousness through the fetus of its desperate power.

Crazy impulse.

A ruinous heartbeat.

The more powerful a weapon is, the more powerful it is and tries to interfere with the summoner. In the past, the power of the subpoena armed was too great. Some said they forgot me and were swallowed up everything by the will of the weapon. It was therefore forbidden to summon an armed force more powerful than his own. It doesn't even make me laugh, such as being ruled by what is to be ruled.

Regardless, only immature summoners would commit such a lapse, and it was not conceivable that Faria would assemble such a powerful summoning armed manoeuvre that she could not handle Ruufa.

Distorted pitch-black spears. I don't know how powerful they are on the tip of a devil's horn. At least it wouldn't be suitable for slaughter. Spike will be the means of attack for this spear. Other than that, I don't know that I won't swing and look at it once. Any weapon is. It's not something you can tell from the beginning, such as what abilities are hidden. Summoning armed must be understood and understood by the Summoning Armed as they are used.

More than the will resides in the weapon, if you don't understand this one too, it must be another dream of your dreams, such as demonstrating the truth.

"Can you go?

Faria has asked somewhere anxiously, probably because Ruufa looked somewhat serious. It was true that the heavy pressure felt from the spear had darkened his expression, but that's not enough to worry her. The summons was successful. His body and mind were supposed to be safe, unless he had a contract woven into spells.

"What are you talking about, Rabbit?"

Ruufa rushed out in the darkness for a bunch of monsters attempting to approach this one as he hoisted the spear's tip forward. The senses are crossed and the sight is widening. Whether the night is wise or picking up more sound than his ears need to be, it was all a favour because he has a summoning arm in his hand, and it was not his natural ability. But I don't care about that. Beyond being an armed summoner, he is also capable of summoning armed men. No powerful summoner can summon a powerful weapon.

The Imperial Devil is scattered over a wide area five hundred meters ahead. The identification name is Bleak. There are four eye-holes in the uppermost face, which leak the red light characteristic of the Imperial Demon from behind. No mouth or nose. It was a monster like a four-legged beast wrapped in blue skins, and at the tip of his hands and feet were claws like twigs. You don't just slash and tear your prey with those nails. Sometimes a thunderbolt strikes from a pair of protrusions (objects that are different from both the tumor and the horn) that grow on your back to attack you.

Until now, Faria has been shooting from a distance, so this one has never been attacked, but due to the nature of the weapon called a spear, we have to approach it somewhat. I can also take a wider interval than a sword, but I don't see the point in the current situation, where the number of enemies is overwhelmingly above this one, in that degree of difference. It wouldn't matter if it was a riot. Even as Ruufa ran to fly, Faria's shooting was holding the forward breeks back to cover his advance.

Through the bizarre stone columns and across the streets of Sisku. Transition from confrontation across the street to the plains near the Apostle Forest. Around the streets and stone columns, the remains of Bleek, who attempted to approach this way, were rolling. He was shot and burned to death by Aurora Storm lightning. The burnt smell of meat is drifting from there. He thrust through that smell that wrapped around his nasal cavity and reached the enemy formation.

On the meadows along the streets.

Bleak is scattered over a wide area of one hundred and eighty degrees ahead, and as many as thirty Imperial Demons have greeted him as they can see, turning their gaze full of malice and hostility. At that moment, too, a band of thunder flying from the rear pierces the head of an integrated bleak, causing the disconnect to rise. It was faster than it turned into a piece of meat, and Ruufa was moving.

Kick the ground, forward. The strange roar of the monsters echoes in the dark night. Distance is distance. The roar of the Imperial Devil may even reach inside the city of Karan. I hope the people of the city aren't frightened by intimidating and bizarre screams.

Ruufa was aware that his horizons were wider than usual. Improving his physical function by having Lance of Designer is expanding and sharpening all his senses. but if that's all, it's the same as always. His abilities would be augmented even if he wore his original subpoena, Sylphide Feather. What is different than usual should also be said to be the magnitude of that proportion?

More capacity expansion than at the time of the Silfed Feather summons had made a huge difference in his consciousness.

"Is this the power of Lance of Designer"

Warp the edge of your mouth, let's go.

I found out that the movements of the Imperial Demons in front of me were in hand. I could understand how we were going to move and by what means we were trying to hunt down and kill Ruufa. He's not tired of just sieging it, letting off a thunderbolt from all directions, and intending to chop up the body after burning it down. The bad taste of the monsters is repulsive.

"Hmm......"

Again he shrugged. That is why it would be that it can be openly slaughtered.

And it was in the middle of the enemy formation that Ruufa landed. It's like going under siege. I wonder if this would also be difficult to cover shooting, but he was still convinced of the victory. Lance of Designer is in your hands. There can be no such thing as losing elements.

According to the sightings, there were five bleaks within three metres. Even though countless Imperial Demons around it reacted as if they were surprised by this action, they were about to go into preparation to unleash an immediate thunderbolt. Bleak says it uses a back protuberance to emit electric light generated by power generating organs in the body out of the body. And it was extremely unprotected, unable to move around while generating electricity in the body.

Nevertheless, in order to attack the Imperial Devil, who exposes his defenseless figure, he must break through Bleek's melee unit. Sylphide Feather can also imitate jumping over the head of an attacking unit.

The strength of Lance of Designer is yet to be understood. Regardless, I know you can't lose. But that and grasping abilities is a different story. It is only by grasping the abilities of the Summoning Army that we are alone as Armed Summoners.

Killer.

Ruufa waved her spear as she turned her back aggressively. Sparks scatter, metal sounds ringing. The tip of the Lance of Desire took the Imperial Devil. Four red eyes were in front of me. Cold sweat does not flow. To this extent, it was taken for granted.

Although the fact that Bleek, like, had no sound and even the signs had vanished and jumped away was quite shocking, the idea that now was the time to test the power of the spear had filled his consciousness and had fallen out of his mind, such as the fact that the Imperial Demon had erased the signs and sneaked away.

Stay in the situation where you have received the Imperial Devil's claws, I tell you.

"Show me your power."

Lance of Designer raised his temples and the devil's ragged corner-like tips began to spin rapidly. The rotational velocity instantly becomes uninterrupted in the eye, scattering a fierce spark between the nails of the bleak trying to push it off forcefully. The noise of metal buzzed Ruufa's ears, as if the flowers of light flashing in front of her hurt her eyes. For a moment, I'm about to get my hands off the pattern. A tremor due to the effects of high speed rotation had been transmitted from the pattern to both hands. But you can't let go of me.

The feast of sparks and roars soon ended.

Bleak retreated his nails without withstanding the tremendous rotational speed of the spear's tip. Immediately after, the Imperial Demon's body becomes full of gaps. It's in the air. I couldn't have escaped instantly where I could have pulled my nails in. And it's not even Luufa who misses the moment. Flip the spear and stick the fast spinning tip into the eye hole that leaks the red light of the monster as it emits a roar.

Bleak may have screamed monster stained. but the roar produced by the rotation of Lance of Designer was more strongly engraved in Ruufa's ear. The tip pierced by the Imperial Devil's eye hole accelerated rather than slowed its rotational velocity, digging the head of the monster while destroying the periphery of the eye hole. By the time the tip penetrated its head, the bleak was desperate, and the flesh, which had lost power and turned into an unspeakable carcass, was violently swung by the tip rotation until Ruufa threw it away.

The head of the corpse dumped in the meadow has been bulldozed, and the original form has not been fastened.

Ruufa was half-witted, overlooking the wreckage of the Imperial Devil. It would still be because of the roaring noise caused by the rotation that I find my hearing obnoxious. I've never even heard such a roar before in my life. I look out for Lance of Designer, who stopped spinning (probably because he lost his target's life). The low amount of blood attached to the tip must be because it was splashed by high speed rotation.

My hands holding the pattern were still trembling and I couldn't get the strength right. Still don't drop the spear, maybe because you're clutching it unconsciously. Armed summoners are most afraid of letting go of their weapons. Summoning armed is the lifeline, everything. Of course, my body and mind are working out better than the crowd.

While Ruufa recognized that the monsters were trying to pack an intermission with this one with intimidating oddities, she was not immediately moved into interception. The aftertaste of Lance of Designer is blunting his actions.

The power of the spear is not the only cause. A race of light and sound played out in front of him was floating a remnant that was never pleasant in his consciousness. Numerous sparks are blooming behind the eyelids, and there is a loud noise behind the earlobes. I learn the illusion that my soul is free from my flesh. That's definitely a mistake and it's my fault, but Ruufa, dominated by that feeling, could only blur count the number of killings looming from around him.

(Seven... No, eight)

With a head that stops working, you can't even grasp the exact number of enemies.

But my body reacts.

"Huh?"

Ruufa admitted that the flesh moves in uncertain thoughts. Lance of Designer goes away and starts spinning again. Rapid rotation involves a roar, bringing his consciousness back to the battlefield.

When I realized it. The enemy was already in front of us. No, not just the front, front, back, left, right, I could clearly see you jumping from all directions. An uninterrupted series of attacks by eight breeks. Ruufa stuck his spear forward as instinctively ordered. Is that really your instinct? But I didn't have time to think about that.

I was aware that the spinning speed of the torn tip was faster than when I wore my first enemy.

The number of enemies flying in from the front is three. There were twelve red eyes. A blunt glow appeared as a claw stretched from the tip of both hands (forelegs and the like might be more appropriate). Maybe even the moonlight bounced back.

He was staring at the approaching six-blade in extremely slow thought.

They could kill you.

Nothing could be more dishonorable to an armed summoner, such as being severed and killed by Bleek's claws. Bleak is a species classified as weaker among the Imperial Demons. Ruufa's pride in fighting mercilessly against such a weak monster opponent and dying with his ugliness exposed was unacceptable.

Now I don't know what I flew out of the house for and apprenticed to the master.

What did you do for blood seeping workouts?

What did you gain strength for?

What are you here for?

For what?

"- It's for the country. I won't let anyone complain."

Ruufa, in a very relaxed sensation, shook the protruding Lance of Designer to the left. Involve the flying Imperial Devil's nails in high speed rotation, scattering sparks, and sounding metal. There are four claws I received. One of the two remaining plundered Ruufa's right ear and had a little meat, but his bending of his neck did not result in fatal injury.

The speed of the world returns.

Ruufa's five senses have completely revived, and his right ear has complained of pain. but more irresistible than that was the metal sound and the rambling spark. More and faster spinning spears than ever before twist and wrap the bleak's nails forcefully, destroying them from the forefoot to the torso, and even the head, one by one, in that spin. Scrape the epidermis, tear the meat apart, and scatter blood tides and brains. Even the gut is punctured by rotation, instantly creating an unbroken, blood-soaking sight in front of Ruufa. The Imperial Demon must have raised the Terminator, but the Lance of Designer explosion was scratching it off.

It was an awesome spin. The surrounding atmosphere was entangled in the tip of a swirling and spinning ear, raising the blast. It's a vortex of vacuum. A blade of wind that chops and crushes everything just by touching it.

The spear, which instantly broke down the two Imperial Demons, the Lord of the claws that received them, drilled a hole in the forehead of the Bleak, which plundered the flesh of Ruufa's ears while its momentum remained. The cutting tip breaks the cranium and a vortex of vacuum chops the head to pieces. I don't even need to see my flesh splash. I destroyed my head. Definitely deadly.

He flipped his spear and circled around on the spot. Involve the Imperial Demon jumping from left to right and from rear into the rotation of Lance of Designer in turn from right to right. The vortex of vacuum, which increased sharpness, chopped the five Imperial Demons into pieces. Tons of blood and body fluids color his vision, and the smell of death fills his nasal cavity. It was a moment.

Ruufa saw countless pieces of flesh pour like rain as he swirled through a pitch-black spear that made the explosion sound. Blood and body fluids dye his entire body. Red, black. The smell of blood was the same as that of death. But maybe this is fine. He said he deserved an armed summoner who wanted a place on the battlefield.

Only then did he ask Lance of Designer for further acceleration. The number of enemies killed did not reach ten, and there are still numerous bleaks around. The distant Imperial Demons are in a power generation posture, and the monsters who have waged melee battles to buy time have just been destroyed. How do the breeks come out lined up in the middle distance?

Ruufa shook her head quietly. I didn't have the time to wait for them to leave. Slightly but I'm starting to feel tired. I found mental fatigue trying to erode my consciousness. That's the price of being summoning Lance of Designer. There is no way that a weapon with mighty power can summon it at no cost.

I have to dedicate something.

Often it was a life force, a mind - a mental force - on its extension line. The root of the procedure is the power of the soul, so naturally so. We must continue to dedicate our spiritual strength if we are to maintain our subpoena armed in this world, and we must also offer our spiritual strength as consideration when exercising certain powers.

That is the contract between the summoning armed and the armed summoner, and that is the pledge.

You can exercise the power of the summoning armed as long as you are fulfilling your contract, and you can't even wield it as a weapon without offering a price. The weapon will return to the world from scratch, as far as the summoner is concerned.

And it's only natural that the more powerful the weapon, the greater the necessary price.

Though it was initially thought to be equivalent in armament to Sylphide Feather, Lance of Designer took it, tried to swing it around and finally got a glimpse of some of its essence. This spear was undoubtedly a subpoena weapon going above Silfed Feather, and in Ruufa's strength he held an extra level of power in his hands.

Hence he was aware of himself being swayed by power. I can't handle it on my own. Everything was spearheaded. A willingness to dwell in a pitch-black spear is about to slaughter numerous Imperial Demons. Whatever, and nothing more because I'm under contract with Ruufa. Lance of Designer wields power because there are things that try to harm the life of Luufa, the contractor and summoner.

I even felt like I was being sucked up for mental strength whenever the speed of rotation of the tip increased.

(Still, that's fast......)

It's fatigue.

If you were fighting in Silfed Feather, it would be a good time to still have plenty of energy. It's draining heavily. But I can't help complaining. The corresponding effect is up, and the spear, it exerts impeccable power.

"Ruufa!"

Faria's sharp scream must have been a warning to him standing up.

When I realized it was a simultaneous attack by the Bleaks, who were at medium range, with masses of intent to kill coming from all around me. Countless tails fly forward, backward, left and right in all directions, from different angles. Ripped the atmosphere apart, fiercely.

This is not a buy of time. He's coming to kill me. There was no escape even overhead, and it seemed impossible to scratch where I had done it. but there is no sense of crisis. Same as earlier. You can leave everything to Lance of Designer. You just have to give up your consciousness and your senses. All you have to do is leave yourself to the dreaded impulse of destruction.

He opened his eyes. I can roar.

"Whoa!

He wields a high-speed spinning pitch-black spear with all his might, striking down the tail of a massive Imperial Demon with a glimpse enough to fill his sight. A blade of vacuum swirling at the tip of the ear slashes and chops the tail of the bleak into dust, blowing it with dust and mustard. The spear flows from front to left, sweeping backwards, in the right order, and finally overhead. Thrusted up as if piercing the night sky, Lance of Designer instantly splits apart the tail of the Imperial Demon, who was attacking from above following a strange orbit. It rained red.

Ruufa glanced around, holding the spear up. The Imperial Demons with their tails destroyed seemed to be calling out to each other, but I don't care. Instead, I just had to lose my tail. Enough to be thanked. Besides, there's no reason to keep them alive.

The end of the mouth is distorted.

We should kill him.

A shadow is whispering.

Destroy the enemy, the enemy, and fill the world with blood and death.

The roar of the spear increases in its sharpness over time. High and devastating melodies are played. Awesome rotation speed. A tremor so intense that I was impressed that both hands squeezing the pattern were something that didn't break well had been transmitted all the way through his body. I have pain. There seems to be a laceration running all over the body. Apparently, I also didn't have time to just check with my own eyes.

Thunderlights were gathering in the back projections of the breeks, who were generating electricity in the rear, and they were seen concentrating in a spherical fashion. It will be in the second reading stage until it is fired. The atmosphere around the Imperial Devil is trembling. The power of the mighty destruction is unleashed simultaneously in the face of Ruufa. I don't get upset just thinking about it. Sylphide Feather will be flying away right now.

But there was a grin engraved in Ruufa's mouth. It's not self-derision. A laugh that welcomes this situation and delights from the bottom of my heart. That's not what he meant. So what is it? He had an idea what it was. Scream.

"Lance of Designer!"

A pitch-black spear responded to Ruufa's cry. Expressing is power. Running of even black and destructive forces. I can see the force of power being sucked up from Ruufa's body. If nothing happens now, I won't be able to help myself. I was sure. If you run out of spiritual power, you don't have to use it for a few days. This is a battlefield. Losing your life if you're thrown out in that state is a natural consequence.

But he had another certainty. about the consequences of this action.

(Doesn't waste it)

Instead, you should get the best results.

In other words, you will get impeccable results as a black spear setuna.

It can serve as a substitute for a boy as if he were an incarnation of horrible and frightening destruction.

That doesn't hurt Ruufa's pride. It is the life given by His Majesty King Leongand. His own unthinkable fortune seemed to me that Ruufa-Bargasar's first assignment was the king's life.

Nevertheless, will this result be recorded as that of Ruufa himself?

(I don't care about that)

He looked up at the rotation of Lance of Designer as he grinned with his nose at his own shadow, which had been sneaking softly. It grows into a devastating tornado with the power and atmosphere of the spear itself involved. I even remember the illusion that even the starry sky in heaven scratches around.

At that time, the Imperial Demon emitted a thunderbolt.

Spherical thunderbolts fly in from all around and in all directions. Thunderballs that would bury under a blow, such as the human body. That number was lightly over twenty, and the countless thunderballs flying through the darkness, that was a beautiful thing. No matter, not if it is viewed. I can't even avoid it.

I couldn't move in the first place. It was partly because the spear had sucked the force out of him, but more importantly, the tornado created by the ultra-fast rotation of the tip of his ear had refused to allow him to move off the spot. The runoff of the power of destruction, which draws multiple spirals, digs the ground at your feet and rises overhead, even with dust, grass flowers and, at the end, the remains of the Imperial Devil.

And then the flash arrived and the thunderball hit Ruufa directly - never.

Even the lightning emitted by the Imperial Devil is sucked up by Lance of Designer. Twenty lumps of thunder are destroyed and converted into parts of a tornado, making a noise. An electroluminescent tornado was completed. A small electric shock lightly burned Ruufa's hands and feet inside the tornado, but he didn't even have the strength to tongue. I just have to put up with the pain.

The power of Lance of Designer had already left his reign.

There will be a storm of destruction.