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

"Surely you're not like me."

The words Lancaine had whispered rather than scoffed at echoed repeatedly in Setuna's head and carved deep into her memory. with the look as if even that strange creature had discovered it. Maybe you had better laugh ironically.

"I would have killed him."

This didn't happen, I guess. In fact, you're right. Setuna was listening to Lancaine, with a stunned face. The situation sucked, and it was only Setuna's misunderstanding that caused that worst. My stomach hurts like a cramp. Only the absence of Laxus on this occasion may be salvation. Laxus didn't know what was going on, and because of his collaboration with the others, he couldn't just leave Setuna and the others alone.

Outside the carriage, the haste of the camp is not only in preparation for the battle with the Logner army. The Gandhian army was in the middle of chaos by the news of the main unit's half-bake.

"How many would have died. It was called half-destruction, but that would be damage equal to defeat."

A calm twinkle pierces Setuna's ear. A large area of more than 3,000 people in total was said to have been half-baked in just one night. Half-breaking. Bite the weight of that word. The taste of iron spreading in my mouth would be because at some point I even chewed on my lips.

Setuna collapsed off her leg, but fell without force. The seriousness of my work crushes my chest.

"I... because of me..."

"Are you sorry?

"Because... I did something stupid to do this"

"Right. It's your fault. Your stupid decision to keep your enemies alive, sweet thoughts, created the status quo. It's your fault. You're the reason. You drove the soldiers who were following the main unit to the dog's death. Meaningless, wasteful death. Death that makes no contribution to winning or losing this battle. They must have been careless."

Lancaine will just be keeping the facts in line. It didn't sound like a mouthful to blame for this one, it just sounded like a pale line of words. But it was also true that every word of it pierced Setuna's chest, shaking her emotions violently. It's like being salted on a scar. It just hurts even, it's hard. but it's an undeniable fact. At that time, if Setuna hadn't grown, if she hadn't been overconfident, if she hadn't even killed Wayne, this couldn't have happened.

Wayne uses a subpoena to kill Gandhian soldiers. The mere destruction of the blue armor makes me want to shout at my stupidity, which I thought would make his wars disappear, etc. Outside of the quote that tried to take a different way than Lancaine, causing a lot of damage to Gandia, etc.

It was growing. I was overconfident and complacent. Besides, that's just the power of borrowing. I was just wondering if I could take a sumo with someone else's fungus. Of course, the black spear is summoned by Setuna and exists as Setuna's weapon. But its absolute power does not belong to Setuna herself. The weapon is just superior. That's all there is to it.

Sweet. It was a sweet recognition at all. And the loose-minded phrase is this mistake. I can't regret it. Thinking of the carelessness of the soldiers who were murdered on purpose, my chest was about to be torn apart. I can see the dull pain eroding my mind.

"I..."

"Well, you're alive. Looks like you've worn out in the last few days, but you're still alive."

"... that's what it is"

"You're really sweet. To the enemy, to yourself."

Setsuna looked up. Looking down on this one of the lancaines is always tough and never sharp. but it was better to be exposed to that sharp gaze than to be given pity and sympathy. And I don't deny what he said. Actually, you're right. Because it's sweet on me, it's caused such a tragedy. If Lancaine is tough on herself, she can't make this stupid mistake.

Most importantly, he took the future of many people by another mistake, but that's another story.

"If you have time to regret it. If you're alive, there's something you can do. Fortunately, I know where they are. Not necessarily staying on the spot, but not so far away"

"Huh..."

When he understood the meaning of Lancaine's words, Setuna raised a loose voice between them, simply surprised. He's asking me to settle with my own hands. I'm on my way to Wayne's place right now, and he wants me to take him down as soon as possible. Now it's time to kill me.

Setuna even remembered to be grateful for Lancaine's consideration. My mind, which had been struck and was sinking to the bottom of Naruto, floated slightly. Just a little bit, though.

"Lancaine......"

"Just go. I'll tell the knight from me."

Setuna blocked her mouth as she gently raised her hand and thanked Lancaine for turning her back on this one. What Lancaine wants is action. Not a word of gratitude or gratitude. It's an act of defeating enemies and kicking them in the end.

Setuna stood up and breathed quietly. Things have still not changed. The main body has been devastated and, as a result, the advance force, which was counting on it, is coming. The leaders, including King Leongand, will be doing what they can to fight the looming Logner. They are all due to Setuna's miscalculation. but when it comes to what Setuna can do right now, there is only one thing. As Lancaine suggested.

"Armed Summoning"

Armed summons that does not require chanting. Faria said it was chicken and cowardly. Though I have trouble with that being said, I can't help it because the weapon that emerges from the other world in one word is so powerful this is cowardly again. Maybe he was drunk on that power. Self-restraint, self-derision.

When the whole body of Setuna emits light and I wonder if a complex pattern has emerged, something emerges through the pattern of light. A great spear over his height. A pitch-black spear with a disastrously destructive shape. For convenience, Setuna calls it a black spear.

When the light of the summons went out, he realized that his surrounding gaze was focused on himself. Naturally. Impossible story, such as suddenly exercising armed summons in battle. But Setuna didn't even have time to worry about her gaze or anything. The moment he held the spear, he believed in the power that burst up, and he didn't wave his side out.

Kick the ground and run like flying.

Southeast, near the border between Logner and Gandia.

As they attacked where they were camping there, I couldn't imagine Wayne still staying there, and even if he was there now, it was well thought that he was on the move when he got there. The worst part is that you're going to get in the wrong place. I can't even see Wayne rushing behind the Leongands when Setuna arrives at the raid point. Though Lancaine is here, the opponent has summoned so many armies that he has driven 3,000 troops into half destruction.

Lancaine is also strong. I know that. But I have a bad feeling about it. There is chest noise. I'm bluffing.

(What?

He asks himself. but I can't find the answer. The dissonance in my heart may have been a crossroads of regret and guilt for what I did, penance for my lost life, and so on, or even something I could easily shake off. Hold everything, move forward.

The flesh was moving as if it had forgotten fatigue and so on with the black spear in its hands. Running through more skilfully than usual, breaking through more forcefully than usual. Draw a slapped map into your head behind your brain and determine your current location from the surrounding terrain. Difficult tasks are usually easy right now. Define the direction of travel and accelerate. Flying a horse was going to take half a day, but I can't help it.

Anyway, hurry up.

Faster than anything.

Just sick.

Setuna even ran toward her destination. Torment of the flesh with all the force of the black spear permits. I don't care what happens later. Now we just focus on settling our own bad ends. Change your consciousness. Twist and bend even forcefully, concentrating on one point. Defeat the enemy. Take that man. Wayne Bersein-Teulos. Logner's Blue Knight!

I won't say anything sweet anymore. Ridiculous thoughts throw away with misunderstandings and complacency. And that doesn't mean it'll be the same as Lancaine. Praise the battle, not affirm the slaughter, as he did. Instead of finding existential significance in the battle. I challenge the battle in front of me with my whole body, that's all.

Setuna's speed increases, as if that will elicit the power of a black spear.

It turns into a glimmer of wind and runs through the land of Logner.

Eventually, I saw a destination ahead. Near the border with Gandia. It is a plain in the south of Marsur. There were few shields on the plains as far as I could see, and even Setuna wondered why we camped at night here, perhaps for a reason. As we approached, being carried in the wind was a dead odor enough to make us nauseous.

Setsuna narrowed her eyes. The day is close to overhead. A bright, downpouring solar ray illuminates the death that fills a wide plain. Both the ground and the grass flowers are painted red and black, with flesh pieces and bone pieces scattered all over them. He unwittingly stopped to a hellish sight drawn under a clear sky. I can see that it is an indisputable fact that the main unit has been halved. Countless human beings were killed, but most of them did not even leave a prototype behind.

That would be proof that a unilateral massacre was committed by the overwhelming power of the summoning armed forces.

Setuna admitted that her consciousness was getting cold. It would be one of two things if we could show such a tragedy: it would be intense or calm. Undisturbed. Closer to the scenes I've seen more than once before, but more tragic and miserable than any of them.

I found a shadow in the corner of my sight.

The shadow did not move as if he was unconscious while standing in the stench of a reversible death. He fluttered as he watched, sticking his spear to the ground to support him. When I stare, I know that the person created this hell. He was bleeding all over his body and dyed red and black. Setuna thought it was exactly like a hell of a demon, but she also realized it was one day herself.

The devil turns this way. The blue eyes looked glowing.

"That was fast."

Wayne Bersein-Teulos' voice sounded like it would pierce Setuna's ear far away. Various emotions mixed in, voices as if they had become darker and discolored. I feel deep hatred and fierce anger. But Setuna didn't know why they were angry. How could you possibly hate this one so much? No, I understand you hate me. He's killed over a thousand Logner soldiers. Wayne's anger, however, felt different from that over the killing of his companions and men.

"Setuna-Kamiya"

He looked to Wayne, breathing on his shoulders. The man who halved the Gandhian army headquarters during last night is also breathing on his shoulders. but that's all. No major injuries have been found and have not been physically debilitated. Even from the brilliance of his eyes, he can see that his spiritual strength has not been lost. And Setuna was stunned by the shape of the spear he had in his hand.

"That's..."

A pitch-black spear with a spiral on the tip. Luufa-Bargasar's summoning armament, spinning with a golden cut and causing a storm!

Setuna jumped instantly as she clenched the black spear. Forward. Logner's Blue Knight is staring at this one. A pitch-black spear started spinning. I hear roaring. At the same time, I felt intense anger from the black spear. Vicious and ferocious intent to kill. The black spear wants to destroy the spear.

Like then.

"Why are you doing that!

"I was just called by this guy."

"Called?

"Ha, it doesn't matter. You're going to die here."

"I'm not dying. I'll take you down!

"You can't."

The time is far from over. But Setuna shrunk all at once for flying. Five meters in length. If you try to be a black spear user, a distance equal to no. Setuna flies forward to the left. Wayne swirled the spear overhead. Sounds like a spinning tip scratches the atmosphere. Out of the blue knight's sight. Setsuna saw it as a good opportunity. Kick dirt with your left foot.

"For you, it's just used to summon armed!

Wayne's spear is coming this way with great momentum. They saw this move. The tip of the spear rotates like a drill. Setuna slammed the ground with a spear stone poke. Fly to the right using recoil. Take further distance and scratch the chase with a single hair. Wind pressure slammed his back. There's not a whole lot to eat properly.

Further to the right as you land. Invert and confront. Thanks to the high spinning sound, you can only grasp the distance from your opponent, but you can't even rely on that blast. Exhale and put your strength into the hand holding the spear. Wayne stands idyllically on a pitch-black spear.

A black spear conveys to Setuna a will similar to hatred, but he refused to do so. Don't be like that time. Not like that time when you lost sight and nearly killed Ruufa.

That makes no sense.

"You'd be the same."

"Same? No. I'm not in control."

It was the words and deeds that felt calm - but Wayne jumped along with the roar. It was just a leap on the spring of my leg, but the terrible speed was like an arrow. Setuna flies back. I can't increase my flying distance more than I once jumped. No.

"I'm me!

When I wondered if Wayne's eyes had been opened, a pitch-black spear exploded.

"Become -"

Shock and severe pain ran on his right shoulder the moment he thought the flash from the explosion blocked Setuna's vision. Fortunately, it wasn't pierced with spears. but the rotating sound of the spear is close. I didn't have time to wait for my vision to recover. I wield the spear with my right hand alone, hoping that the other person will take the distance. But a flash of horizontal giraffes is inhibited by something. Vision returned to normal. Wayne is smiling ferociously. The human face, driven by hatred and anger, attempts to plant a certain fear in Setuna, but more notably his listed spear. The spear itself did not explode. Should it be considered a spear capability? And that's not all the spear power is. A devil's tail-like ornament stretched from a stone poke was tangled in Setuna's spear. This action has been sealed. It doesn't matter if you run away or if you're fighting back.

Then understand who the shoulder pain is. It's Wayne's foot knife. A long leg pierced Setuna's left shoulder. The weight of the impact transmitted over the armor showed that it was not an ordinary blow. Enhancement of physical function by subpoena armed.

And Wayne put up a spear. Close range. No longer inevitable. The spear raised its temples and scattered a spark just because of the friction of the rotation. In a shitty spinning sound,

"Die."

Only the voice Wayne had told me could be heard clearly for some reason.