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

- Where am I?

There are enemies ahead. Hundreds or thousands of enemies expose their defenseless appearance. Hate Gandhian soldiers. Abominable. Dirty. Brittle, inert things. Nonetheless, he sharpened his nails, stripped his fangs and attacked him. No true peace will come to them unless they kill one person left behind. For the weak like them, death is the eternal tranquility.

- Where am I?

The moon is far away. Even the starlight doesn't show up in his sight. No, I know it's glowing. It is recognisable that numerous gems scattered in darkness emit a pale light. But the light doesn't arrive. My vision is dark. Wide visibility into dark habits captures enemies and anything else. Nocturnal animals. Or the Imperial Demons who lurk their breath and look at opportunities.

- What the hell is this place...

Enemy density. I'm tired of marching and camping at night. The countless bonfires showed much of the place, but there was no way to do it either. Had it not been for the fire, the creatures lurking around would have raised their temples and devoured their flesh. Tons of fire and countless surveillance eyes are painfully inhibiting the approaching of the monsters.

- No, I am in the first place...

Eye of surveillance. Naturally. Night camps are in enemy territory. We must remain vigilant and watchful of our surroundings at all times. The enemy is not just human, but the most alarming is the enemy's ambush, the night assault. The enemy doesn't know where he's lurking. If you burn so much fire, you're just as busy telling the world that you're in the middle of a big army night camp. At night, even though it is illuminated by the moonlight, its flaming flock is too conspicuous.

- What was I doing?

Surveillance eyes shine more than five hundred meters ahead. It won't get here. It stands in the subtle position of whether or not the brilliant, shining bonfire light reaches. And it's shady. Neither the moonlight nor the starlight reflect what he looks like. No one can capture it. No animal, no plant, not even the Imperial Demon has noticed his presence. but I don't care about that. It didn't matter if the other person noticed, or if they tried to capture him.

- That's right. I am.

loose, and walks out. Get out of the shade of the trees and go for the camp. Near Logner's border. Gandhia is beyond the border. In other words, the enemy will be the army of Gandia. There is a nice plain spread around, with little shelter present. I don't know who told you to do the night camp in this place with a full view from around, but it can definitely be considered a failure. Nevertheless, it's more than having to cook fire to combat the Imperial Demon, whatever the terrain, even though you can see the place round from the enemy.

- I lost. To that man. to Setuna-Kamiya.

Get out of the way. My heart bounces. He put his hand on his chest and was only surprised that his heart sounded quieter than usual. The consciousness is chilling and the senses are crossed. There are no physical abnormalities. The scars attached in the battle with that armed summoner would never disappear, but the pain was gone. I felt strangely neat. Such a feeling, like I could have had a chronic pain that haunted my head for a long time.

- But he's alive.

I have to think that's crazy. At the end of a battle that risked his life and death, he must have defeated without his skin. He was shown the difference in overwhelming power and prepared to die. That's what fighting is all about. The battle is for a moment. Victory and defeat were to be decisive, and his life was to disappear with dew. But.

- I didn't kill him, he did.

That is only humiliation. It can be called the utmost insult to him. I guess you stepped on the idea that just destroying your arms would no longer be a threat. You may have thought it broke your heart, but it's also highly unlikely, for example. Or did you pity him, the loser? Either way, he hated Setuna-Kamiya. My anger at my helpless self also turned into all, hatred for that boy.

"So here I am"

Finally remembering everything, Wayne Bersein-Teulos stopped. How much I would have walked out of the shade. In front of you is the night camp of the Gandia army. Numerous gazes were piercing him. It's not just the gaze. Countless killings are pouring on him. Soldiers on the lookout watched Wayne emerge in the dark with moonlight and bonfire lights, erecting some kind of weapon - probably like a bowgun.

Just be more alert, the attack didn't even issue a stupid warning, maybe because this one is in a state. Clothes, armor, worn out and scars vivid. Besides, I'm not angry. It was no surprise that he looked like a ghost.

I just have a weapon in my hand. To retaliate against that boy, the summoning armed he called from another world. A large spear with a spiral at the tip of the ear. A pitch-black spear. It was named after the greedy (Lance of Designer).

The spear made me feel like I was screaming gold. No, it's true that the spear made a shitty noise. When my hand unconsciously put up a spear and I wondered if the tip of my ear had spinned, I bounced an arrow that flew in and sparked my vision. The metal noise lingers in my ear. So, don't miss hearing the screams of the soldiers who unleashed the arrows.

"Enemy attack! Send word to the whole army!

I see a bunch of soldiers flying away in a rush. It was delightful to see the Troop Leader and the man skip precise instructions and build as many defensive nets as possible. Nevertheless, it is not something that can wait forever. Arrows flying into restraint were also becoming depressing. As for the flying arrows, they bounce back at the tip of the spinning spear.

Wayne walked one step and another, feeling the stirring caused by the weight and rotation of the firm spear. I don't need momentum or mood to break through the enemy's built defensive network. No, such things turned out to be useless lengths.

While doing so, the number of enemies gathered forward also increases, as does the number of flying arrows. Accurate shooting at night is nothing short of Wayne dressed in the light of heaven and earth. But it still doesn't hit him. While the rotation of the spear protruding forward accelerates, the vortex of the atmosphere created by the high-speed rotation of the spiral tip crushes and scatters in pieces when it involves flying arrows. Destruction sounds deaf, but there's no choice.

"You're an armed summoner...!

When he heard a screaming scream, he was, kicking the ground and jumping. Swing the spear with only your right hand, reaching over the head of an enemy group. Several arrows plundered Wayne's body. It's not a big hand wound. In the first place, I don't feel any pain. Under my eyes, I found the whole area of the night camp fussing. So much altitude. Physical function had crossed human limits and its leapfrog had become unusual.

It's freaking out. It's like that boy. He grinned coldly. The power gained by wanting at the end of anger and hatred is, after all, nothing more than that of the same kind as Sethna-Kamiya. The rightening of chaos that only spreads destruction and slaughter.

(But now, enjoy it)

Kill Setuna-Kamiya. It's a force for that. No matter how ferocious and extremely evil it is, we just have to wield it now. He was, rather, grateful. Because you can think through us about what it means to wield an overwhelming power like Setsuna.

Point the cuttoe at the enemy under your eyes and fall all over your body. The tip of the spear pierced the top of the head of the soldier who had missed his escape and pierced his skull. Fast spinning tips didn't even give soldiers time to scream. Scratch the cerebromedulla, piercing the head, neck, and torso, scattering flesh pieces, bone pieces, and body fluids whether this is still the case. Landing. Returning blood stained Wayne's entire body black.

An arrow chooses the right earlobe. There was no pain. Apparently, the pain isn't working. That was not convenient for Wayne right now.

Wayne even zeroed his grin that the enemy soldiers around him had not beaten his fellow miserable way of dying and had unleashed arrows. Round the cutting edges and glimpse the enemies that surround you. I don't know the complexion of the Gandia soldiers in the shaking fire. Anger and fear are not meant to be human.

(Right. This is...)

Wayne, jumping at a forward soldier with a bowgun and knocking him down with a spear, also wrapped the surrounding enemy soldiers together into a spear rotation. A high screaming spear swallows the soldiers brilliantly of things and grinds them to pieces. Is destruction enough to make even the prototype unknown enough to fulfill his wishes?

The target is a monster.

Black spear.

Just violence is not enough. I can't reach it with just destruction. More, more power. An overwhelming force. An irrational and irrational force ravages the battlefield and overshadows the battlefield.

Swing, penetrate, and slap the spear. The mainstream of spiralling power just slaughters mercilessly. Both the rain of the falling arrows and the forest of slaying swordspears were helpless in front of Wayne with Lance of Designer in his hands. With just one swing, the arrows splashed apart, and the sword and spear scattered all over the flesh.

I heard screams from enemy forces. We finally know who they are. He doesn't laugh. He just reached out to the will of the spear, distracted himself, stepped in, jumped out, and continued to kill him like he danced and danced.

I wonder how long we've been fighting. When I noticed, the sun was rising, and the misery on one side of the perimeter was illuminated. Some bodies are miserable, while others do not fasten their prototypes. It was no longer just a bloodstain and a piece of flesh, though it was a very unlikely substitute for human work.

He was so used to the smell of blood carried by the wind that he returned and bathed in blood that he realized that he had lost consciousness not less, and was confused. I have difficulty breathing because of the blood I strained all over my body or because of the deathly odor that turned me back. Flirting, I stuck my spear to the ground.

(Battle?)

Shake Kabuli. Nothing happened that could be called a battle. Such a unilateral battle is only a massacre. Without a victory there, there was no sense of accomplishment. All I have is a vain consciousness. Nothing. It doesn't boil any emotions. Anger, sorrow, joy, regret.

Enemy soldiers, pierced or caught in the spear, instantly ended up with just a chunk of meat. Resistance and counterattack were futile. It was the same in front of this spear that I was exposed to bare skin, whether I was wearing stubborn armor or or putting up a shield.

Just destroy and kill.

That's all. Nothing more or less.

Only voidness casts a shadow. From the ex, Wayne's hope is not this kind of killing. Kill Setuna-Kamiya. I seek strength just for that, and I stand here.

"Is that...?

Wayne tilted his neck because he saw a shadow forward. Gandia's army, which was camped at night in the land, is being destroyed by his hands. It was only through annihilation that we were spared, and I didn't even think the people who retreated from this place would come all the way to be killed.

The days are high.

Under a clear sky, Wayne gazes into the shadows so he can be sucked in. I didn't have to look at his face to find out who he was. The spear is trembling. I welcome the emergence of enemies to be defeated.

That's the same with Wayne. Power abounds. Like the feeling of nothingness just now is a lie, emotions twist, and it raises. The blackened flames of anger rolled backwards, burning his body and mind all the time.

"That was fast."

A boy with a black spear was breathing on his shoulder. Red eyes like blood are looking at this one. There is no emotional swing.

I knew the boy was coming. No, it's more right that you set it up to come here. I wave a pitch-black spear, and if it's rumbling around, I'm sure I'll notice this one's presence. And they'll be on their way.

Because spears and spears attract each other.

"Setuna-Kamiya"