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

The moment he summoned the black spear, an impulse broke through as if an infinite universe were to spread behind Setuna's brain.

The field of view widens and every sensation amplifies. The feeling of not only enlargement, but sharpening, even grass tree swings due to the breath of the monsters far ahead, clearly projecting this dark forest scene in his head. The view of the forest, built in the brain, is as bright as day, and by synchronizing it with the sight in front of you, walking does not even feel crippled by a foolish and intense battle. And even that is processed unconsciously.

Staring at the disastrous but insane beauty of the black spear, he recognized that all sensations were moving into battle. Eyes, ears, nose, hands, feet, every body function tries to squeeze its strength just for battle. I don't think about the later. I can't think. Right now, only winning this battle is controlling consciousness. And what way to fight that victory, all that came to mind in his brain, disappeared.

The figure of the Imperial Demon Buhmatz has not yet been fully grasped.

Apparently, it's not even a floating fireball. In the distance, a mass of blue and white flames seemed to float in the void, reminiscent of fire and human souls, but thanks to the enhancement of the five senses by the black spear, Setsuna could see the contours of it. It was a large horse, whose hyenas and tails were like flames themselves. They are spraying blue and white flames from their heads and glutes. I don't know what the principle is. Seeking common sense from the Imperial Demon, the existence of another world in the first place, is in itself pointless. Make it a bleak. Whether it was a rescue bell or not, it was somehow generating thunder. There will be about an Imperial Demon with the ability to fire.

And common sense didn't work, just like the black spear Setuna squeezes.

"Be deep and quiet,"

"That's right. Complete the emperor's demon sweep so quietly and promptly that Lord Rex is asleep."

"You're not going to help?

Setuna threw a half-eye at Lancaine, who didn't even try to move off the spot at all. The figure of the long-sleeved man didn't even look like a ghost that blended halfway into darkness and got out of hell. He stands idly by without a weapon. This one is stupid, I haven't even seen any enemies up front.

"I'm protecting the carriage here. Horses don't make a scene, they're enemies."

"Mr. Orin can hold you back, anyway."

"I can do it. It's not what you do."

"... I guess. I'm not like you."

Setsuna breathed quietly. Only evil feelings for Lancaine must be contained. Whatever forceful means you use, you can't let your emotions run wild right now. I know that. I know. That's why he tried to distract himself by waving the spear once. That doesn't separate my feelings for Lancaine, but I can still just switch at this moment.

"I will only destroy the Imperial Devil."

All you have to do is defeat the enemy in front of you.

"That's right. That's fine. You're a black spear. A blade of despair that can be poked at by enemies. Absolute death. End Promise. I don't need to be in the back. Be thorough. Be deep and quiet."

Setsuna was rushing forward, trying to shake off the voice of a man who seemed to chill. Step over the wet ground and disease through the woods where the trees turbulent. The branches of the trees swayed and rubbed each other in the wind, making deliberate noises.

Setuna had followed the path of progression drawn in her head and was traveling completely avoiding obstacles such as drooping branches and grasshoppers. Even reaching a distance where Buhmatz's figure could be seen, he did not stop moving forward. Break through the Imperial Devils' vigilance net and get their attention all together. He wanted to minimize the noise that would reach the carriage by breaking through the enemy formation as it was and guiding it far away from the carriage.

Of course, it can't be that good.

Suddenly, a blue-white flame appeared in front of him, and Setuna had to stop suddenly. Though he stomps his feet, he can't kill his inertia, and he's about to fall to the front. The moment he fell, his crimson eyes were as brilliant as burning his retina. A rough nose touches my ear. Killing flashes.

"Shit!"

Setuna twisted her torso forcefully while disfigured. Swing the spear. Though the head of the Imperial Demon, which stuck out as if it were going to punch him in the head, was not easy to see a monstrous giant burst of screaming whilst raising a blood splash. The ground approaches. The royal devil's cry roars like thunder. Now the silence has been disturbed as well.

I don't have time to distort my face at all costs.

His face was plunged into the soaked ground by heavy rain a few hours before. Half his face soaked in mud, and the taste of mud spread through his mouth. Faces aren't the only ones that got muddy. The clothes have become dilapidated. But I don't have time to regret it. Fortunately, there are no injuries or pains caused by falling, and as long as you get up, you will be able to move on to the next action immediately.

A monster was treading heavily on the ground. Muddy water splashes and comes down to Setuna, but it doesn't make sense to raise your voice of condemnation. If you hear the angry scream, you will also know that the Imperial Devil has already lost his sanity. I guess I was slashed where I tried to attack and got blood on my head. Even if it isn't, I don't think the Imperial Devil will be able to exchange words.

Setuna, as she stood up quickly, spit out the muddy water in her mouth. So I finally recognize the whole of Buhmatz. In a nutshell, it was an armored military horse. giant and seemed to have a total length of four or five meters. The blue-white flames seemed to erupt from the head and glutes, acting as hyenas and tails. Setuna mutilated it around her nostrils. The blood was overflowing rather than stopping, and it had to be known that the Imperial Devil would be excited.

He felt some pity for the monster who hadn't even seen the very enemies in front of him of the excitement. But I don't even want to loosen my hand holding the spear. The enemy was not one. The surrounding Buhmats are approaching us. There is no respite. Already the silence had been destroyed and a thunderous roar shook the darkness of the forest. I can no longer fulfill orders from Lancaine.

(It's an impossible order from the start!

He flashed the shaken black spear and chopped off Buhmatz's neck, which was still about to burst out. The pieces of paper were the same in front of a pitch-black blade, trying to be covered in an armored epidermis. It doesn't even convey much response. The moment the Imperial Demon's neck left his torso, blood erupted. The gluteal flame went out after Buhmatz's body collapsed powerless. The flame on the head disappeared as soon as it was detached from the torso. It must have been supplied from the torso. With that in mind, Setuna's consciousness was geared towards renewed hostility.

Hostilities are innumerable.

Within a kilometer of the perimeter there were signs of about two hundred Imperial Demons, who were heading this way at the same time to hear them scream earlier. His operation was successful in terms of gathering the Imperial Devil in one place, but it seemed impossible to pull him away from the carriage. Buhmatz has packed the distance so as to surround Setuna from a wide range of more than one hundred and eighty degrees ahead. To pull away from the carriage, you have to break through its Imperial Demon siege.

Setuna glanced backwards. In the woods colored by deep darkness. I don't see the carriage, and I don't visually know where Lancaine is. Even if it was melting in the dark, it wouldn't have been surprising if that man had. Mad killer. Setuna cannot be extended in skill. As long as he's hitting the carriage escort, I guess it's safe. Lancaine can burn this forest down.

The rear safety was confirmed. The Imperial Devil is not on his way there either. I'm just talking about not leaking it.

Then he turned forward. The closest distance to the Imperial Demon is approximately one hundred meters. Build a spear and prepare your breath. The smell of raw blood pounded my nostrils. It stinks of death. The monster was desperate, and fruited with an unspeakable mass of meat. All we have to do will rot and return to the ground.

Jump over Buhmatz's body and resume moving forward. I could see the pale fireballs rushing through the flock. It's rushing this way with the loud breaking noise.

"Dude..."

Setuna was stunned by the looming sight of the Buhmats as they crushed down the trees. I no longer see the silence of the night anywhere else. The sounds of the royal demon herd rising and the sounds of the falling trees were causing chaos in this forest. Soil and dust strike, and the small animals scream and flee. The silence that dominated this darkness was broken, and the life of the forest began to operate once and for all.

Countless pieces of information pop into Setuna's head. The anger and fears of the small animals, who could neither condemn Buhmatz's destructive march nor merely escape, inspired Setuna's five senses. The sounds of birds flying from the branches of falling trees, the footsteps and chirps of small animals fleeing in all directions, the discord played by the trees that are swept down without a shudder.

Setuna bit her teeth. A Buhmatz flame is visible at a distance of ten meters ahead. The flames burning in the falling trees slowly, but surely, burn the darkness of the forest. Pale, white, and vibrant.

"It's not quiet!

The Imperial Devil was headed this way from various places. The whole forest could be on fire if it stays like this. I wish I could smoke the flame with a spear, but isn't it too conspicuous that I made it so? I'm not sure how far this forest is from the king's capital, but the situation is. If the forest is inflamed, it can't be caught in the eyes of strict vigilance.

No, maybe it's already too late.

I thought I heard Lancaine mocking.

(Was it too hard for you?

"Ugh."

When Setuna stopped on the spot, she looked at the impending herd of Buhmatz suddenly as she poured and skipped the muddy water. A pale fireball is swarming the herd. The Imperial Demons may have wrapped the flames erupting from their heads all over their bodies. The flames are burning trees and inflaming grasshoppers. Per body enough to snap down a tree. If you hit it directly, it won't be a minor injury. It just gets powdered without a build-up.

He gripped the black spear hard. What you want is destruction. Destroy the subject. What I remember is killing. The annihilation of the hostiles. What is portrayed in the back of the brain is an image. Scenes where the power hidden in the spear is unleashed and everything is obliterated by violent repression until merciless. What should be built up is corpses. A river of blood fills the earth. Fear tightens my heart. But he doesn't think about stopping it. I have to. If we don't, we can't possibly destroy the enemy group in front of us or something.

The head of the Imperial Devil had reached a distance of up to five meters in the front. Flaming chunks. It comes rushing up as it sounds ground. It is muddy water that rises more than dust, and not even rain-wet grasshoppers can touch flames or anything else that burns them down.

Three meters left. Raise the spear.

I heard the rough snort of Buhmatz approaching with full kill. One, two, three - the more Imperial Demons you jump into in time, the better. We have to take more extensive means of attack to get all the monsters all covered, but we want to avoid further destroying this forest.

Two meters. Half a step, step in.

The moment Buhmatz's fierce roar touched his ear, Setuna swung through the spear with the power of his entire body and spirit. A flash of horizontal gills. The black spear depicted the pitch-black trajectory in the void, ripping away the monsters in front of him. It was a stormy blow. The three Imperial Demons must have been desperate without knowing what happened to us. I couldn't even raise the voice of the disconnected demon. The mutilated flesh turns into a mass of flesh and sinks into the earth with the blood. The flames don't go away any time soon. And I can't afford to be making sure of that.

Setuna leapt forward as she kicked in the muddy land. I see blue and white flames stretching like roads. Following that flaming path, Buhmatz's successor troops had arrived. Setuna's flesh moves. To the vanguard of the monsters rushing forward in a blazing momentum.

Stick your tip to its forehead the moment you cross the head of the leading Buhmatz and crack your skull with that momentum. I heard a scream.

but his target had moved on to the later Imperial Demon. The time lag due to the leap is about to run out. Swirl the spear and mow the neck of the Imperial Demon that was in front of you. Long neck like a horse. It's not easy to slash. Even if his neck is cut off, he finally lands after snapping down the body of the monster with the stone of the spear, which continues to advance.

Countless more killings approach from the rear of the overthrown giant. but Setuna came in the direction - facing straight back, he captured the rear of a few buffmats who had passed beside him. Have the monsters lost sight of their goals and tried to reorient them? Setuna flashed the spear without worrying about the reactions of the Imperial Demons.

The spear flashed, and Buhmatz's torso, which was already more than three metres away, was mutilated into one horizontal letter. Four fireballs collapse into the ground almost simultaneously. He must be dead.

Some trees have also been torn apart, but I have no choice.

Setuna stabbed her tip out behind her back as she twirled the spear. Response and screaming. He must have stabbed the Imperial Demon who was killing him from the rear. He looked back as he engraved a grin on the edge of his mouth. A black spear tip was piercing the root of Buhmatz's neck. The enthusiasm to wrap the Imperial Devil is amazing. but let's see.

He penetrated the spear deeply and made the scream even more intense. Screaming full of resentment and anger. He silenced himself and raised a black spear as he pierced the immense body of a desperate Imperial Demon. It was supposed to weigh quite a bit, but it barely strained both arms of Setuna and lifted lightly enough to clap it out. Meanwhile, a few Imperial Demons pass by, but decide they must come forward.

The emperor demon he lifted pronounced a roar of anger as he countered the severe pain, causing him to ram four legs. The hyena flame burns violently, stretching the tail of the inflated flame across Setuna's face. Turn your torso back and turn your tail, swinging the spear back down with its momentum, slamming Buhmatz to the ground behind you.

The sound of something massively crushing and the shock in your hand. Screaming stops. I don't think a steel-covered monster would die of that degree of impact, but it was more lethal than the original.

Setuna switched her goals from the forward three directions to the oncoming enemy without giving her a glimpse of confirmation behind her back. He waves a spear and throws away a chunk of meat that remained pierced. Turned into an indescribable mass of meat, it struck directly at a group of Imperial Demons who were approaching from the front and succeeded in delaying its march only for a moment.

The group on the left leads the way. The sword is coming from the right. It was a large group spanning fifteen from the left, twenty-two from the right and thirty from the front. I could hear Buhmatz howling further back around the horse's neck.

"That's a lot."

No way, crush it so you can open it. I used to try to spend the night in these woods. Did Lancaine not know that this forest had become the "nest" of the Imperial Devil? If you knew, you wouldn't bother trying to rest in a place like this.

(It's about Lancaine!

I know, and it's nothing strange if I set it up to be like this...

No matter, it's crazy.

In this situation, Setuna and the others are not the only ones in a predicament. Lancaine herself is nowhere near safe coverage. Maybe it doesn't matter if he wields all his strength, but Lancaine and in the end, he's the kind of man who lost to Setuna where he doesn't even know how to handle power. In some cases, they can die too soon.

He is not afraid of death. Rather, there is something like wanting to hear the footsteps of death. Do you think we're finding raw in killing each other, or not?

That's why it's crazy.

It was then.

"Huh!"

Unexpectedly, the pain penetrated Setuna's consciousness. An intense urge runs through his entire body. Severe pain. Extremely intense anger along with a total furry sensation was scratching Setuna's heart. Burning everything down and burning, blackening fierce passion. anger. But Setuna herself did not even know where that anger was coming from and to whom it was directed. In the first place, is this Setuna's emotion?

But it was true that that unidentified passion was burning Setuna's mind.

(What, this...?

Setuna flared in a blackish fire that burned deep in her chest. Rage so intense and harsh that the person remembers the chill. Pure intent to kill. Will to destroy.

He remembered the pain. The twist of an unidentified emotion instantly sweeps the mind and tightens the consciousness. It doesn't even come true to spit out black thoughts that boil like magmas. Burn. Burn. I felt like I was going to burn out as it was.

Where do I hit it? No, in the first place, how can I stifle this anger? What, I guess I'm feeling angry.

To the Imperial Devil in front of you, I wonder.

(In front of you?

Setsuna was annoyed.

When I noticed, the blue and white fireballs were filling my vision. The field of view was narrower and the proximity had not been sensed and exhausted. The Buhmats are rushing forward with impetus. whilst sounding the ground and evaporating the muddy water that spurted away.

I can't handle it.

I can't even react.

My body didn't move.

But anger is still burning in my chest. Wind a vortex and draw multiple spirals. A pitch black flame. Even Setuna's heart could be destroyed, pure malice. Hostility. Murder. Something appeared behind Setuna's retina. Shadow.

"Gu Hu!"

A fierce impact struck Setuna. Buhmatz's head slammed into his empty abdomen. It's like being slapped on a flaming mass of iron. The tremendous pain born in the abdomen is immediately transmitted to the brain, which emits red flags. A few bones, maybe broken. The contents of my stomach come up in my mouth. My throat is hot. The pain was not only due to intense blows.

A blue-white flame instantly envelops Setuna's entire body. I burned out of Buhmatz's head, but it was a tremendous rate nonetheless. And the pain of being burned all over the skin was hard to exhaust to the brush tongue.

(Same as then -)

It was the sight of a small, inflaming city that ran through Setuna's brain as it was launched hollow by Buhmatz. Karan, it's a small city in Gandhia. The city burned down by the madness of Lancaine-Bunell. In the flames that destroy the city, he was also about to die in flames.

Did you say "Fire Dragon Daughter"?

The flames that Lancaine's summoning armies had thrown out tried not to burn down even the lights of Setuna's life. In fact, his life count was about to run out. If she hadn't shown up, Setsuna would have lost her life. Unless she exercises the Aurora Storm.

Faria-Belfaria.

The armed summoner was baking me something and taking care of him. At all times, he was there for me personally. He scolded me at times and encouraged me. Without her, there would be no Setuna right now. That's for sure. In every way, I couldn't be here.

Her intelligent and gracious appearance floated behind Setuna's brain.

(So I'm not going to die!

I promised.

I'm going home alive.

Setuna thanked both hands for not letting the spear go. My whole body is hot. There is no way to stop a tangled flame from burning your skin or clothes. But it no longer seemed to matter. There is anger. A blacker flame of intent to kill was scorching his heart with so much heat that he could not beat the flames of the Imperial Demon. So I couldn't possibly delude the pain, but for some reason, I felt like I could do it now. Unfounded confidence always turns into certainty.

I see the Imperial Demons under my eyes. It was spectacular and terrifying to have dozens of buffmats gathered in one place. There's no way he's going to jump. Giant. Jumping at the same time, they just bump into each other. Then it seemed like the whole thing was going to jump, but there's no sign of that.

No, the Buhmats, they didn't look at this one. All the buffmats have their necks in the same direction. He may have decided that he would die if he left him alone already, such as about Setuna. Normally, that's the right decision.

But Setuna is not normal.

(You're a monster)

Swirl the black spear as it is launched into the hollow and tell it in your chest. A monster. When you wave a black spear, you transform yourself into a monster - yes, you recognize it. Turns into a human shaped, out-of-person monster. As has been the case so far. And that's all that will remain the same. A monster. My heart trembled. A monster. A monster. A monster.

"Whoa, whoa!

He was, I didn't know, growling. The Buhmats on the earth shook this side in unison. He seemed uniformly surprised. Maybe I thought you still had that power.

"Suck it."

Setuna commanded the spear. The gem of the stone clash emits a blue flash, which quickly sucks up the blue and white flames that were enveloping Setuna's entire body. Though the flames have gone out, the pain remains. The clothes, body and hair were burnt and burnt. Is the smell of filling your nasal cavity the smell of your own body burning? I'm not relieved.

but he laughed lightly. It may have approached him somewhat like a monster. That's fine. Thinking like that just made it a little easier. Nevertheless, I don't feel good. Unidentified rage is swirling. Anger seemed to transform over time into something huge and hard to describe, and Setuna was beginning to remember her own anxiety. But before we do, we have to break this situation.

Sucking up the flames had concentrated Buhmatz's hostility on Setuna. Blue and white burning steel military horses are turning their crimson eyes here. Setuna's body had already begun to fall. Maybe I should finally say it. Long lag time. Even that would be the power of the spear. It is not Setuna's own ability. Setuna herself equals helplessness.

That's why it's a monster.

Setsuna swayed a spear on the way to the landing. I heard Buhmatz roar. Powerful sound of the Imperial Devil kicking the ground. What the hell are you jumping at for the landing moment. But there were also signs of an attempt to follow that whole attack. He shook down the black spear unconstitutionally when he glanced at it as it progressed into a fireball.

Black flash.

An awesome sword-style rolled up and the fireball that was flying into Setuna broke into two stunning pieces. It was broken without the art of exchange, and turned into a lump of meat, which falls to the ground sprinkled with black blood and guts.

"Gu......!

The impact of the landing caused pain in Setuna's abdomen. That seemed like the only proof that I was human. ridicule.

You're a monster...

Setuna narrowed her eyes and was flying forward, faster than the next Imperial Demon would move. Deal with more than sixty Imperial Demons. I can't wait to rest. Leap to make the most of your leg spring. Like an unleashed arrow, it just kills to the enemy. Countless intentions to kill capture this one. Red killer. But he won't stop. And he waved the spear in the crosshairs before the eyes of the whole Buhmatz.

Again, sword-style.

The dust sand rose, and in its narrow space I saw three Imperial Demons mutilated into one horizontal letter. Even though the tip hasn't touched it. screaming as he ejected blood. As he smiled at them, he landed and shook the spear overhead. Something flickers in my sight.

(What?

It looked like the dust gap where the sword wind rose. Something different from the blue-white burning monsters. Maybe it's an illusion or a hallucination.

No, that did color Setuna's vision.

Scattered dirt sand and blood raised by the Imperial Demon, as well as a gap in vision where blue and white flames rumble.

What I saw was darkness. Thunderlight flashes and a helix is drawn.

I heard a noise.

A roar as if a giant ravages heaven and earth. You can call it a blast.

Setsuna opened her eyes. There is anger. A pitch-black fire that scorches the inside of your chest. I found the way to the kill. Dust and blood splashes, on the other side of the visions that are just visions where the flames colour.

"That's...!

Step forward and wave the spear. Stab a halt in the unity of the Imperial Demon, who swept away with a flash ahead, and also slaughter the two remaining with the sword to be returned. More blood dances and dances, filling Setuna's sight with a variety of information. Each time, fantasy struck right in front of him.

I saw a street somewhere. Strange stone columns line both sides of the road. The sight I saw one day. It was a terrible resemblance to the street view of what it was like to meet Erina and the others. I can't even remember the name of the street, but I can even recall that it was near the city of Karan.

Land of beginnings.

"That's what I'm talking about!

Though it was the spearhead of heart-burning passion that I found out, it was also true that there was nothing I could do about it where I understood it. There is a flock of enemies in front of us, and we must sweep them. But the flames that burn his heart out hope to bump his anger. independently of his will.

The spear raised its temper.

Killer.

Setuna's flesh reacts unconsciously. Cover your body and avoid something. The fireball passed my sight. It was a push from the rear. Sudden enthusiasm strokes my cheek. And then a black spear cut pierced the bottom half of Buhmatz, which was just passing by. Attacks like spinal reflexes. I heard a scream. Immediately the spear swirls and breaks the lower half of the military horse. Large amounts of blood erupt, smearing Setuna's vision red and black.

Meadows spread in the blood tide. Under the starry sky, there is a crowd of Imperial Demons. On the day of the beginning, Setuna fought the Imperial Devil - Bleek. That number was too high, and it seemed like a bad minute to deal with just the two of us.

(Two......?

Doubt the sentiments held with certainty.

Who are you two?

In the first place, were you in battle?

The fantasy could not disappear without the doubt being resolved. A monstrous roar slaps me in the ear. Things have still not changed. Dozens of buffmats are besieging Setuna. But not unfavourable.

This one is more than the Imperial Devil.

I laugh, bathing in blood. It tasted like iron. They came in my mouth. Neither the blood of monsters nor the blood of humans seems to vary greatly for what they taste with their tongues. So, what about yourself?

Whether it is the same or not, the conclusion is unshakeable.

It's a monster.

In the rain of blood, stick out the spear. Response and screaming. The intention to kill swells. but he silenced. Rotate the cutting tip as you pierce it, ravaging the flesh of the Imperial Demon. The scream got a bit taller. More flashes. Finally, the scream disappeared. It was deadly.

He turned off his grin.

Even so, an illusion was created in the shadow of the black blood tide.

In the illusion, a strange bird was spreading its wings. The wings, composed of sharp angular crystals, emit a mystical glow with electric light. It was like a spiritual bird flying through the mythical sky. The fierce mouth opened wide, with numerous thunderlights gushing along with the roar. The countless lightning bolts running through the darkness reminded me of the wrath of God, and it was thought only a matter of time before the hordes of Imperial Demons were driven away.

If that is truly the bird of God sent more than heaven.

Setsuna shook her head.

(That's Aurora Storm!

Faria-Belfaria's Summoning Armed!

My vision swayed and my visions vanished. Like dew.

Setsuna was discouraged. I thought I could see that one because of you. For the first time, I was in tune with a swirling rage in my heart. Most of all, the spearhead of anger was completely different.

His anger was directed at the surrounding buffmats. They are monsters who let go of their killing spirit and attack without hesitation. You don't have to be shy. All you have to do is bump into your normal emotions. This one is a monster anyway, no matter what you do, it doesn't change your rating. No matter how tragic you kill him, there will be no change in the language that defines him.

Setuna resumed her advance without having to see the corpse of the Imperial Demon she had just killed fall to the ground. The Imperial Devil's killing spirit was flying from all directions, and he was in enough numbers to wonder which one he should deal with. but I don't think. Just advance and slaughter the enemy in front of you. No matter how much the Imperial Devil roared, he proceeded to become a fireball, and in an instant before Setuna he became a meat mass.

Whenever a black spear flashed, the flesh of the Imperial Demon was amputated, and blood erupted from that cross section, Setuna encountered hallucinations. And while I found her shadow in that phantom, his attacks increased in intensity. Without mercy, without compassion, without forgiveness. No longer even had a smile on my face.

Swinging the spear with anger and desire, he raises the steel military horse to a blood festival.

What you see in the blood is still the sight around that street.

When he saw the side of a woman with a bow as alien as a strange bird, his chest rang a step. I missed you. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to hear your voice. My heart wants it. Her voice was a salvation. Any word. I'm glad it was just one word. Not with the voices in my memory. I wanted to hear it in person, with these ears.

It could have been the first time Setsuna had such feelings in her life.

That is why Setuna roared outrageously when her Rin side was scratched out by the flames of the Imperial Devil. Swirl the black spear and chop the buffmats into dust. An enormous amount of blood pours down like a waterfall, causing several visions.

But it wasn't the side of Faria that he saw in those few fantasies.

There was a giant tornado.

Off the streets, in the meadows.

There were so many tornadoes rushing through the sky.

It's not just a tornado. thunderous and playing a devastating melody. That couldn't have been a normal tornado either. He sounds a high tone as he digs through the earth, soils and dust, and also winds up what looks like a corpse of monsters. That sounds like ruin. Sucked up by tornadoes that draw multiple spirals can only be crushed without even being allowed to resist. While watching, several bleaks were also drunk and destroyed unbroken.

Overwhelming atrocities.

Absolute power of destruction.

It resembled a black spear.

Setsuna heard herself beat. Out of the way, my heart rattled. Anger. I've finally figured out the spearhead of an incomprehensible rage. Grasp everything. That's unforgivable. We cannot tolerate the existence of a ruinous tornado. I even think I have to deny it. No, I'm trying to deny it. I'm trying to destroy it with all my might.

That is the wrath of a black spear.

Setsuna finally understood the origin of the heart-burning fierceness, but wondered what to do. Anyway, they are in fantasy. It's not a real image. It's just a product of the desire to meet his faria and the delusions created by the overlapping of different emotions.

The fantasy was inadvertently scratched out because the Imperial Devil jumped up as he roared. Suddenly I had to break my thoughts, and Setuna, it made me uncomfortable. Setuna's emotions are beginning to synchronize with the wrath of the black spear. Sometimes it's easier to understand because you know where it came from and you know where the spear is.

Blood and organs pouring out of a cross section of flesh, divided into two parts, flashing the spear and making the fireballs that have arrived from overhead appear easily double-crossed in intent, invite his consciousness to the other side of the illusion.

I saw the inside of the tornado. Someone is here. Young man with dark hair. I don't see my face very well. He had a pitch-black spear over his head. The alien spear seemed to be creating a tornado by rotating its tips at high speeds. Though the drill is still the way the tip rotates, it was clear that it was powerful beyond the real-world drill. Drilling doesn't produce tornadoes.

Doron.

Setuna thought she had to break that spear. I don't know why, but I really had to destroy it. Complete destruction was needed. That seems like Setuna's own wish. Like a long time ago wish.

But how do you jump into fantasy? A phantom that appears only in the blood tide. Do you think the blood of the Imperial Demon is the key? I thought it was the key to connecting the fantasy with this one.

Then we just have to let more blood spill. Either way, the Imperial Devil must be annihilated.

A simple answer.

Setsuna went wild.

Every blow and flash of black spear kills several buffmats at the same time, causing a lot of blood to spill. Black blood becomes a door to fantasy, reflecting the meadow of Karan before his eyes. What you see is a tornado. It increases with momentum as if even the night sky is about to scratch as it involves everything. A terrible storm swallows up anything on the meadow.

Damage is also caused to the stone pillars of the street as it is.

We have to do something soon.

Setuna waves a spear with a roar. Every time I waved, the Imperial Demon died, and every time the Imperial Demon died, my fantasies swept my consciousness. Into the tornado, inside. Anyway, we have to stop the pitch-black spear. No, it's not just stopping. Destruction. Thorough destruction must be done and wiped out of this world.

That is evil.

It can be called evil itself.

It is the incarnation of disaster and the fingertip of doom.

So we have to destroy it.

Any means used.

Kill the summoner.

"I have to break it."

He swirls black spears, crushing like he was floating in heat. Whenever a pitch-black sword flash was carved into the void, the flesh of the Imperial Demon was vividly cleaved, and the blood tide coloured his vision. And whenever blood dyed red and black in front of me, the door to fantasy opened.

One step, one step closer to the pitch-black spear. We can already infiltrate the tornado. Later, just destroy the pitch-black spear the man put up. We needed to get a little closer for that. The summoner hasn't noticed this one. Notice, even if you have resisted, you will only destroy both spears.

"There mustn't be...!

Fierce anger burns with flames.

But thoughts don't dull. Rather accelerate. You have to hit this rolling rage. Not until a while ago. That must be because his will and the will of the black spear are in tune, but it no longer mattered to Setuna trying to reach beyond the bloodtide while mowing the Imperial Devil.

On the remains of countless Imperial Demons, he, just waves a spear. A disastrous alien spear draws an infinite trajectory around him, causing sword winds to magnify the damage. It's dead bodies that can be piled up. The blood spilled from the body of the Imperial Devil is now dyeing the forest ground exactly like the Great River. Red, black. The smell of death was full and so choking.

But he won't stop.

In search of a new goal, jump and use a black blow to raise the blood. Death is not enough. It was in the blood that the door to fantasy opened.

Every time you see blood, the visions are inside a devastating tornado ravaging heaven and earth.

At the heart of the whirlpool of storms that also hurt that self, only a pitch-black spear put up by one summoner is his goal. The end point of black spear rage. You don't have to know why. We just have to act with a destructive impulse. Into the blood. Jump into the fantasy realm created in the shadow of the bloodtide and slap the spear.

Step over the corpse of the Imperial Demon and beyond the bloodtide.

Consciousness flies.

There was a man in front of me. A storm rushes through my whole body to chop it up. But the extent of the pain was known. As much as a laceration was engraved all over your body? The clothes have also melted away, but I can't help it. Either way, destroy the spear in front of you and it's over. The distance is less than two meters.

The summoner saw this one. Young man with dark hair. I looked familiar to my face. My eyes open.

"Setuna!?

To the man shouting this name in dismay, Setsuna just remembered her anger. I don't have a name or anything to be called casually by someone I don't know. He is also the one who will kill him now. Yes. The summoner must also be killed. Never again, lest that spear summons be fulfilled. I can't keep the summoner in front of me alive.

Setuna had no doubt whatsoever about the conclusions that came to mind behind her brain. I rather took it for granted. The man is summoning and exercising it. That alone deserves to die. I beg your pardon, my lord.

The time has come for judgment.

"How did you get here!?

It was a miracle to hear a man scream. Same thing happened earlier, but there's a blast. The storm is swirling and the thunder is drawing a spiral. A ruinous melody is played. Under this circumstance, it seemed unlikely if normal, such as hearing a man no matter how close he was. but it doesn't matter.

It struck me strongly why your princely young man's face was blue.

Setuna stuck out a black spear. Aim, summoner's heart. Let's get rid of the culprit first. The spear can be destroyed even after that. I am not lost in the simple idea. A pitch-black spear raised his temper. The disastrous roar had also reached his ear. Now, even the screaming of the black spear was comforting. Even a roar like the impulse of destruction itself burned his soul.

But it was then that the cutting edge of the spear tried to reach the unsupervised chest of the summoner.

"No!"

The screaming screams of a woman heard from far rear plundered Setuna's consciousness. Rin's side of the female summoner passes the back of her brain. The face distorts into sorrow. Eyes like green cylinder balls look at this one. I had to be strong. I wanted to be stared at forever. Little dreams. But that won't come true. Here, if you kill the Summoner of the Spear, the dream of fulfillment will not come true either.

(Why?)

doubt, for a moment, stops his thinking,

The spear-shaking hand also stopped, and the tip never decided the man's heart.

Why, I just convicted this man, and my dreams go back to being blisters. Isn't a man an enemy? The pitch-black spear must be destroyed. The spear wants it. The spear is unacceptable. We must destroy it. As soon as possible, both the summoner and the summoner must disappear...

But if we do that, his hopes, which he lacks, will be cut off forever.

He shakes his head. What is going on? This is a narrow space of fantasy. Whatever you do, it's not supposed to have anything to do with reality. Why, why, why.

"Setuna -!"

I heard Faria-Belfaria calling. My ears trembled. The tympanic membrane is delightful. Hearing, to the fullest of its power, conveys her voice throughout her body. Gentle sound. Strong but soft melodies. The voice I've always wanted to hear. What I was looking for.

(Oh......!

Setuna admitted that unspeakable emotion overflows from the depths of her soul.

It resembled the hand of salvation extended from heaven. Goddess hands. A soft hand with a powerful and gentle light.

He took the hand. You can say that you have entrusted consciousness to your voice. A light is born in my heart, and my anger subsides. I found that rapidly his own emotions regained normality. The spear was outrageous, but seemed irrelevant to Setuna right now. I don't know why.

Maybe it's because I heard a voice.

Vision opened.

Fantasies disappeared and the sight of the night forest emerged. No, that's no longer a forest. You can call it hell. It was a terrible tragedy. I can see the numerous trees that make up the forest raising the blue and white flames, quietly and slowly, but surely expanding its sphere of power. To stop it, you can use the power of the spear.

The next thing you'll notice will be a pile of Imperial Demon bodies piled up around him. From just a piece of meat or something, to the one that fastens the prototype, the various carcasses were enough to fill the ground. As one, there were no identical remains. Some were slaughtered in an unbroken manner, while others were slashed and discarded by a single sword. And the blood of the Imperial Devil dyes the earth red and black. The smell of full blood and death interrupted his sentiments.

"What are you talking about?

To the voice of a man who was neither mocking nor sneering, Setuna, just narrowed her eyes. Admit to losing power from all over your body. I don't just feel worn out fighting the Imperial Devil. I could somehow deduce the cause, but it didn't even float in my chest. Now I want to remember her voice that lingers in my ear. I thought it would be good to think about it later.

So Setuna throws a chilling glance at the man who appears out of nowhere.

"Do you want an escort?"

Stick the black spear to the ground at your feet and keep your weight. It was even painful to be standing upright. My whole body is screaming. It was full of scratches. It was thinly chopped into tornadoes. Hot. I can see the blood flowing. I also understand that I need help. but I couldn't move. I have no health left.

Lancaine-Bunell was in the front left. To be careful, or he holds a sword in his hand. It was a weapon shaped closer to a knife than a sword. A weapon that wasn't even in the carriage, it was obvious that the subpoena was armed. But I'm not interested. It doesn't matter.

The man laughed lightly.

"Yes... you killed them all."

"What are you talking about...?

Setsuna turned out to be a strange face. Indeed, the dozens of Imperial Demons that were attacking me killed them. But wasn't there more Imperial Demons in the woods? I should have checked for signs of over two hundred buffmats. I don't remember annihilating it.

Lancaine's crazy grin was powerful enough to make Setuna's expression look more rude.

"All, all, everything - was slaughtered by your hands. The Imperial Demon of this forest has perished. There's nothing left."

Setuna hated Lancain's snake scorpion-like obsession, but she also knew that his words were free of lies. Lancaine is not the kind of man to lie to. Regrettably, that is true. Even if it was crazy, that was all for sure. And there's no reason to lie. Nothing happens where you lie that your enemies are doomed.

It doesn't make sense.

Lancaine, at least, is not the kind of man who does meaningless things.

Setuna looked around blindly. Corpses are no different over time. but I certainly didn't feel any sign of the Imperial Devil. The signs of Buhmatz, which should have been more than two hundred, could not be felt as one. I can't supplement it with the power of a black spear. This means that there is no Imperial Demon in the sensible range.

And that was hard to think of except that the Imperial Devil had perished. If you escaped, that's what Lancaine would say. He's that kind of guy. I'm sure.

That means.

Setsuna looked down at the black spear. Even in the presence of massive amounts of blood, the blackening, alien spear continues to emit waves of anger towards the spear. Is it that the black spear has exerted its power? There was no other conclusion that could be drawn. The mighty power of the Black Spear destroyed the Imperial Demon, the Imperial Demon lurking in the woods.

Doron.

Setuna, once again, feared the black spear.

"Isn't that like an offer of chaos? Huh? Niewe-Diabras"

Rather, the admirable language of Lancaine was ultimately unacceptable to Setsuna.