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

Wayne, grandson of Sein of the Teulos family.

Wayne Bersein-Teulos was a name that had such meaning.

There's nothing I don't know about Logner. I suppose it's safe to say that taking Sain-Theurus, the knight among the knights, raw as his grandfather, determined his life. Human life is often tied to origins. In which country and in which class of houses were you born? This will determine the way of life to some extent. There is no idea of coercion. Because that's natural. Everyone does not question their way of life. Nobles naturally accept to live like nobles, and civilians have no choice but to accept to live like civilians. Of course, there will be exceptions, rebellions against the ranks. But that's only a small part of it.

It has nothing to do with Wayne's life - it should have been.

"Wayne...... how many times do I know"

Sain-Theurus' words resembled giving up. Voices I've heard over and over again. That's what happened so many times I didn't like it.

"You're not for a warrior."

He was asked whenever he was crawled off to the ground in sword training with his grandfather that I should plug him to the age of seventy. They remind me of my grandfather's power difference, chewing on the taste of the earth. There's nothing like breaking my heart.

No, it's a natural story if you think calmly.

It was only then that Sain-Teulos retreated from the front line and enjoyed an easygoing hiding life, but in Logner the crying child was also a knight famous enough to shut up. He is also known for being an awesome swordsman and for stopping Zalwarn's invasion several times. He was the pride of the Logner family and, of course, a proud grandfather to Wayne.

It was truly gratifying to him that such a grandfather would be able to guide the sword immediately, and he said that it was a privileged environment that was no more. You can learn swords from so many people as Kensei and I have been taught. If I tried it on my grandfather, I might have breathed a little.

It is a reality that one day I will always stand by Wayne, who breathes when I let him get over my grandfather.

Says,

"You have no talent."

Says,

"The sword is not for you."

Says,

You can't be a knight.

Says,

I have nothing to teach you.

Whenever Sayne threw a spicy word at me, his heart nearly broke. but still he stood up and tried to eat up. I was desperate, and I stood up to the best of my power.

But reality is merciless.

To Wayne, the talent of the sword was stupidity, whether he took a spear or a bow, a genius stop.

So he went off the prescribed path.

I was neither prepared to exaggerate nor needed great force to wave down the spear I had put up. Naturally enough to leave the flow to him, he inverted a pitch-black spear that roared. Point the cutting edge at the target.

The enemy to be defeated was in front of him. Eyes and nose tips. Very close range. Abominable spears were sealed off. I won't get away with it. He dies. Setuna-Kamiya. I don't know who it is. An armed summoner who suddenly appeared in the Gandhian army. The decision to win or lose in the battle on the Balsar Plains is largely due to his emergence. Without the indeterminate element of Setuna-Kamiya, even if you can't win, it shouldn't have been a losing battle.

When I think about the soldiers lost in that battle, my chest is still going to rip open. Soldiers who lost their lives after being drunk by flames early in the war. Soldiers scattered as lords to protect the lives of the retreating Waynes. That's not all that's lost. Even the human value of Wayne Bersein-Teulos fell to the ground. The knight's title was stripped and fell to the point where he was given a scouting assignment. Whatever it is, it's just a convenience by the general that's putting him in danger. Still, his pride was all over the mud.

The overthrow of Setuna-Kamiya.

It was so wounded that it could only be wiped by doing so. But it's over now. This blow will settle everything.

(Yes, everything!

Shake your arms down to slap the spear. With the blast, the spear chooses the boy's body wrapped in light armor - it was supposed to. But that was not fulfilled. Wayne witnessed the loss of light from those red eyes just before the spear's tip touched him. The next moment, I also saw a black spear erupt a fire. No, that can no longer be called an explosion. The retina was smeared with red monochrome and the blast burned his entire body. Admit the shock wave blows your body away. Distance leaves. but there was no pursuit.

There was also room for just a tongue slap. Passive in the hollow and soothes the impact of the landing. Paralysis of pain is working effectively. Thanks to this, Wayne was able to stay normal, get back on his feet and confront his opponent. Although it hurts to have wasted an opportunity, that is my shallowness that penetrated without even thinking about my ability to black spear.

Now, you can't go wrong.

Wayne was capturing shadows moving across it as he watched the smoke burst into the wind. The enemy knows this one is alive. Don't even think I could have seriously injured you. Even if it were, you wouldn't be alarmed until you stabbed the stop. All this time, he should be throwing that sweetness away, too.

Otherwise, there's no point in this fight.

"What?

Second, he felt uncomfortable and looked down at his hand. And stunned. The tip was lost from the wrist of both arms. Blood runs down,

Life slips away.

"One Step"

Sain's words were always concise. Although it is his father's valve that the unclothed, undressed words on his teeth would make his grandfather look like his grandfather.

"You didn't get it."

Wayne fades into his grandfather's demeanor and drops his sword. usual training. The usual big loss. The usual reprimand. The usual despair.

'You still won't give up?

Sain's words are harsh. It was always fierce, and I didn't condone it, even if the other was my grandson. That can also be said in sword training. It was no longer handy or anything like that. It was so intense that it was called special training.

Wayne stood up every time he heard his grandfather say that, squeezing his temper to challenge him. I couldn't stand Wayne giving myself up or anything. His pride was not tolerated, such as abandoning his abilities. The name Wayne Bersein-Teulos is why he is him.

As Sain's grandson Wayne of the House of Teulos, he couldn't have given up there to live with his chest up.

He figured out what to do. What can I do to take the path that I am not ashamed of as a person in the Teulos family? My grandfather is right, if you don't have the talent to be a warrior, why don't you make it up to me with another technique?

That's where Wayne laid eyes on it was the armed summons. At the time, he was apprenticed to an armed summoner that could be used by the Royal Royal Family of Logners and learned from the foundations of the armed summoning technique. I guess it suited his skin better to learn and study the art than to learn the sword. He inhaled and acquired his knowledge of armed summoning techniques at tremendous speeds. That's what the training so far is as light as a lie.

But training with my grandfather wasn't in vain. The control of the armed summoning technique required extraordinary strength, and those that aspired to the armed summoner had to start by creating a body that could withstand it, but his body was able to devote time to the absorption of knowledge because it could be done as well.

As a result, he grew up as an armed summoner and was described as a Knight.

From the looks of its subpoena armed to being called by two names: the Blue Knight, Wayne was able to speak Logner's family name with his chest up.

Hot so my hands can burn.

Setuna, who escaped Wayne's attack at the firm's discretion, was suffering major burns on both hands. It was good to let out the flames that lingered on the black spear, but the flames too powerful spread as if they had exploded, and it was momentum enough to let go of the pattern and also chase it to the jumping away Setuna, trying to swallow it.

I don't commit foolishness like seeing burnt hands, it's forward to watch. Do not divert attention from enemies who would be ahead of the black smoke swirling vision. The pain was nothing but eating up my teeth and doing it over.

Blasting smoke that can stand in is caused by a black spear flame. He burned down the grass flowers and even the ground around him, burning the remains of the soldiers. Because of this, there is starting to be a strange odor that runs through my nose. It must have been a hell of a lot more than the original, but the scorching smell of dead meat was adding even more misery. The flames have not gone out. Still smoking all over there.

Though it was a judgment of Ta, I didn't even know if it was Setsuna's own judgment. Unconscious reaction. When I realized it, I was about to let go of the spear and jump out. Shortly afterwards, an explosion of flame erupted from the black spear, dyeing the retina into a red lotus.

If you were unconscious, it would have been too much, and it was an unexpected behavior for Setuna. I can't think of anything like letting the spear out of my hand. Summoning armed is a lifeline for armed summoners. Especially just ordinary people like Setuna, who can't even fight strong enemies without the aid of black spears. It's like you're exposing your life.

Now it was in that state.

The black spear should be rolling in the burning smoke. Setuna's life is in danger if we don't jump in right now and get it back. Even when you have a black spear in your hand, it's enough to put you in a predicament. I can't even afford to be alarmed.

but I can't move in a detour.

Beyond the smoke, Wayne was supposed to be watching our trends. The pitch-black spear is still heavily golden. It's about black spears that I think about while hearing sounds similar to that death scream. That one has enemies to the point of being abnormal to a pitch-black spear. No, it's not that easy. A passion similar to hatred and the desire to kill, the obsessive notion that it must be erased from the world. Summoning armed is willing. That will craves the destruction of the pitch-black spear. Complete destruction. That's why Setuna even tried to kill Ruufa that night. At that time, Setuna at that moment was assimilating herself to a black spear. The will of the black spear became the will of Setuna, tilting the whole spirit to obliterate the luufa and the pitch-black spear.

(Right)

Setsuna understood. Black spears have taken the liberty of avoiding the current aggressive behavior. That concludes. Try a black spear and you won't let him kill Setsuna, who can handle himself. Besides, the opponent is that pitch-black spear. I don't know if the black spear forcefully saved Setuna.

A laugh spilled over the edge of my mouth. I'm still not sure what the hell a black spear is, but only one thing is clear.

That one needs a setuna.

(Like I need that one!

Kick the ground. I can't get lost anymore. It could have been the pinnacle of stupidity, such as being silent and waiting for the situation to change, than I could grasp Wayne's condition. The moment he jumped into the fading smoke, Setuna's eyes captured the black spear that stood on the ground. The roar pierces my ear. The screams that could push even the spinning sound of the pitch-black spear away were closer to the roar of the beast than to that of man. Grab the spear and pull it off the ground, as well as gaze forward.

Smoke clears up.

"Huh...?

Setsuna couldn't help but be surprised.

Both arms of the man standing forward had been cut off thoroughly, and from the cutting surface, bright red blood had drained unstoppably. Wayne looks up to heaven. As if to pray to God. My breath stops at the unusual sight of a bloody man bleeding as he looks up to heaven.

Looking down, Wayne's arms and thoughts were rolling at Setuna's feet. I was drunk by the blast flames and only have a slight retention of the original. Setsuna looked down at the spear. The cuttoe is bloodstained.

The black spear cut it off.

(How?

Setuna didn't understand it, but it would definitely be the work of a black spear. We had an explosion flame. Did you cut it off then, or did you only release the flame to cut it off? Either way, I have to be surprised that the black spear attacked the enemy autonomously. but I couldn't even stay surprised.

The explosion went off. A pitch-black spear increases the rotational speed of the tip.

Where are you?

It's not in Wayne's hands. In the first place, he's been severed from his arm.

"You're totally different, I am. This is the result of the search for strength…"

I could see something stretching from behind Wayne mocking himself. Something like a devil's tail. A band that was stretching out of the stone poke of a pitch-black spear tangled up in his body. The black spear is trembling. We must not allow that. We must not see it through. We have to stop it - when I heard the black spear scream, Setuna was, I didn't know, jumping on Wayne. Wayne's heart hangs and sticks out the spear.

But.

"But not yet... not yet, I will not die!

A blast of storms along with Wayne's screams blew Setuna's flesh easily. A whirlpool of gusts created by a pitch-black spear carves lacerations all over Setuna's body. With pain and passivity, Setuna was staring at it. Because I witnessed the sight of the devil's tail surrounding Wayne's entire body and constructing a foreign arm from the amputated surface of both arms. The pitch-black spear that emerges from behind fits into its alien hands. No, it's not just the hands.

Wayne's whole body was about to turn into something that no one else could.

Shoulders, arms, neck, torso, chest, belly, legs, legs - my whole body was wrapped around a pitch-black band and covered. The only person who could hardly recognize it as Wayne was both eyes with a slight peek. I can't even worship the appearance of your son. Beautiful eyes just look at this one. Exceptional eyes. Feels like being shot through.

I felt like I figured out why the black spear tried to stop me.

"I don't feel bad."

Wayne has pointed this way at the tip of a spear that stopped spinning at some point. The spiralling pitch-black spear just exists to pierce this one.

"Come on, stand up. You have a duty to settle with me."