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

"That's our dialogue."

In retrospect, Setuna had noticed herself about to be drunk by the enemy's temper. The air is tight. It is tingling as if it is also banded in electricity. I found my whole body foaming. It's horrible.

Because I've realized that what's in front of me is no longer just a human being.

Wayne was not exaggerating when he said he integrated with a pitch-black spear. Instead of compensating for the lost body by the ability of the spear, he wrapped his entire body with a part of his armament and even complemented the lost area. Both arms, which appear to have been cut off by black spears, have also been restored by becoming black alien arms.

He became a subpoena in itself.

"I will take you down and put on the bullshit of my mistakes!

"Ha."

I thought Wayne laughed with his nose, and his figure scratched out of Setuna's sight. I didn't even know what or how. Any invisible speed of the preliminary operation. I'm glad to say it's faster than people know, but that would be the same as this one. It was behind the increased weight of the signs. Setuna swung through the spear without turning around. Sparks scatter in front of you, and intense metal noises slap your ears. Push the spear you've been swinging down on your head forcefully to the right, and don't miss the moment to fill in the intermission. There was Wayne's face at the end of his eyes and nose. Big eyes are shimmering.

Whilst suppressing the opponent's spear at the tip of his ear, he swirls the spear and slaps a stone through the opponent's face. but the heavy response is a sign that Wayne didn't even get hurt. The black belt, which also covers most of the face, still means it's not so easy to tear. Blunt pain runs on the right flank. Did Wayne even knock you on the knee? Shortly after I was sure, I ate a head poke at my forehead, and the light scattered behind my eyes.

"Ugh."

He groaned, but soon he couldn't even breathe. They grabbed me by the neck and lifted me. I can see the monster stained fingertips eating into my neck. But still not at all. Wayne would be able to crush Setuna's neck as lightly as he is now. But he didn't. I'm looking up at this one, strangling him with one hand.

It just gets oppressed. I was neither allowed to groan at bitterness, nor to seek air. I can't help it. My hands were supposed to be free, but I couldn't even fight back. My brain is shaking. I realize my consciousness is hazy. My vision blurred.

"It's sweet, that way of thinking!

Wayne's voice was barely heard. It was like a voice over a mask, but words sharpened like his blade came piercing his tympanic membrane one after another.

"Put on the mistake you made? Don't make me laugh. You killed me, and the thousand, two hundred and eighty-four I killed won't come home. By keeping me alive, you've been guilty of something you can't pay for. No matter how many fights you have had and how much kung fu you have gained, the lives you have lost will not come back! Neither my men that you killed, nor your people that I killed, will ever come back!

(I know.)

It wouldn't have been a voice. Setuna herself, I didn't even know what she said.

His consciousness was no longer at its limit. The pain is sweet. I was feeling like I was going up to heaven. If you leave yourself to the flow as it is, you will be free from all sorts of annoying things in this world. I don't even need to fight for a place. I don't even put myself on a battlefield where I wash my blood with blood. I don't have to think about it. I don't fear the eyes of others, I don't fear the voices of others, I don't need to escape the shadows of others anymore. I can be free. To a free soul that is not ruled by anything.

Because you will die.

Because Wayne will kill you and it will all be over.

Makes it easier.

Nothing.

(Is that all right?

Setsuna opened her eyes all the way. Blood splashes coloring blurred vision and swirling black spears. When the focus was set on Wayne's face, his eyes changed from surprise to anger. The intent to kill explodes and my right arm grows. My left hand was in the universe. Naturally, Setuna's flesh is pulled by gravity and falls to the ground. At the moment of landing, a pitch-black spear snapped over his head. Consciousness is still uncertain. But my body is moving. I can't stop it from moving. Remaining low, he pays off his opponent's leg with a black spear, but flies and is deflected. Roll left to avoid pushing down from overhead. Rotating sound. The drill decided the ground. Smoky dust covered the perimeter. Get up immediately, to the right. A laceration running on his left cheek conveys the accuracy of his opponent's attack. Great skill and speed.

That's not good.

Ask yourself.

Re-facing behind me as I fly forward. There was a shadow coming through the pouring dust. The rotating spear is being raised with only his right hand and penetrated. Every step was powerful, as if to crush the earth. In fact, he may be treading and invading.

Hollow, Setuna pointed a black spear cut at his opponent. Target Wayne's head. Shoot off all the remaining firepower at once. When I wondered if the poisonous tip had stained bright red, it looked like it had swelled rapidly. It was the flame that was thrown out of the tip of the ear that inflated. The bulging flames converge to Wayne as they also burn ambient air. The burst of flames became an arrow. Wayne advances without a care. He doesn't have a flame in his eyes when it becomes a monster. The fierce fire swallowed his whole body instantly, wondering if it had hit him directly in the head. It swelled up as it was and burned up as a whirlpool of flames in front of Setuna.

(Not yet!

Setuna, although she landed, didn't have time to wipe the sweat coming into her eyes. There was a shadow in the vortex of flames. The black spear is roaring. He is yelling and yelling at Setsuna's consciousness. I can't handle it with my dying head, but it's true. Grasp the spear with both hands and place it halfway.

Wayne burst out of a standing fire column as if he were gushing a flame out of his torso. The protective membrane of the Summoning Army, which could not be torn by the blow, would also not have withstood the flames of high heat. The skin of the area directly hit by the flame is exposed and burnt unbroken. but i guess wayne hasn't even felt the pain. I come to exasperate hatred and killing. The heavily protruded spear drew the Red Lotus spiral with the flame involved. Fire powder colours vision.

(If you hate that one so much, take it!

Setuna received a spear cut tip with a pattern of spears as she abandoned herself in the middle. Awesome speed. Avoidance is near impossible. Then it seemed a little better to take it. Of course, if the spear can withstand the pressure of the spear.

Taking a spear that spins like a drill, the pattern of the spear scattered countless sparks. Severe vibrations are transmitted from both hands to the whole body. And the heat. A swirling heat wave burns both hands and tries to touch the face. My forehead may have burned. Nor is the amount of sweat ejected from the whole body half as good. I sweat in and my eyes hurt, but I'm not allowed to close them. Dry eyes are not allowed to take your gaze off the enemy in front of you.

I saw Wayne's face in front of me, in a burning flame. The protective film by the pitch-black spear dissolves in heat and exposes the burnt face. Even that can be seen burned by the flames. But it doesn't make any difference to Wayne's attack. He pushes on with his intent to kill this one.

(You're not feeling any pain?

To Setuna, that didn't seem like a terrible thing. If you don't feel pain, you can't be frightened of any attack. No matter how many wounds you suffer, your flesh is damaged, and your bones are crushed, you will continue to fight until you are completely unable to move.

It's not like Setuna. Setuna must endure pain. It's not just your hands. A number of lacerations carved all over his body were constantly painful, and the drain on his health caused by sweat spilling from all over his body did not make him an idiot. Outside of a protracted war. However, it was clear that if the rotation did not subside, this health would run out before the opponent.

"You're right. If you put a bully on it, the dead won't come back. This happened because I missed you then. Wayne Bersein-Teulos. If I'd killed you then, this wouldn't have happened."

"Now. Anything!"

Wayne's screams were heard among the spears and spears raised gold cuts. You can see the toe of the foot being pressed into the ground by the force of the opponent and stepped on. It was unlikely to be any match for Wayne's ability to lose and push back. but I won't give up. Push your strength into the hand holding the pattern and squeeze your mind as you lose to the heat.

"Right. Not now. Everything is now. But that's why I can't not defeat you!

Raising the spark means one of them is shredded. Black spear or pitch-black spear? The two vicious summoning armies emit explosive forces to slap each other with clear hatred and intent to kill. Because that is understandable, Setuna was both horrible and dependable. It's not something that started now, such as fear of black spears, and I've always relied on it, but I may not have felt it as intensely as I do now.

"Same thing, me too!

In a swirling heat wave, the speed of rotation of the spear dropped rapidly. I could see Wayne pulling the spear as the helical flame sprayed. The equilibrium broke. I'm stepping in. Setuna flied to her left and turned around Wayne's body, jumping her flickering poke at the tip of the spear. Slash the empty torso with the blade to be returned. The response would have been due to a subpoena armed to cover his entire body. Blood erupted with the spark. It was as if a dazzling redness of blood would burn into Setuna's retina.

"I know, that's not true."

One hand is missing. Not reaching is a step. It's a fact that's been poked at more than once. It's a scolding that I've been beaten every time I've been beaten with rigorous training. Many of the words that also resemble my grandfather's views of giving up are painful and shooting targets. That's why if I can't argue with you, I get the strength to stand up. You just have to improve there.

If it's not enough, make up for it, and if it doesn't arrive, just step in.

I know it by my head. I just can't keep up with my body. Doesn't work the way you want. Nor does it draw the ideal trajectory. So, lose.

The cutting tip cuts the sky and the foot steps on the bump.

"Why don't you give up?

Isn't that question a little cruel?

Though I thought of that, the person I've been asking was the other person. I put my emotions behind my chest and respond with my usual smile.

'Cause I'm a trail for the Teulos, right? You have to be good enough to take even one from your grandfather, something you can't do.'

That should have been half true and half lying. Even now, every time I remember that, I laugh bitterly. I can't tell you the truth. I felt like everything was going to be a lie if I put into words the feelings I had in my chest.

"I don't think the arms of the sword are all that matters."

Elenia-Diphone is out there, whether or not you can spot this feeling.

There was no way I could tell what was inside of her, and Wayne just smiled and clouded her tea, as usual. Elenia, the daughter of the Diffon family, who was close to the Teulos family, was at least more talented with swords than Wayne and was therefore adored by her grandfather Sayne.

Maybe that's why.

You need more than her arm to protect her. With half-power, you can't even be on your side, instead of protecting her. Because if she forgives it, Wayne herself can't. His little pride makes him conclude so.

I want to be the man Elenia deserves.

If that's all the motive, would the world laugh...

"- Not yet!

"Damn!?

Jump back to dodge the blow that was struck down. A spiral spear decided the ground. Soil and sand scatter. The flash of pursuit bounces back with a stone poke, and the poke, which has stretched to chase, also swirls and recieves the spear.

Setuna couldn't help but be surprised that Wayne had attacked, but was more stunned by what she had just experienced. The inexplicable phenomenon was responsible for the delay in their reaction to their actions. It's as if you caught a glimpse of Wayne's memory.

(What was that?

I just asked myself, and I can't possibly find an answer or anything. Even if it was just a hallucination, it was too specific a memory, but you can't possibly tell if that really belongs to Wayne. Nor is it the case that you are asking about the contents of your memory. You won't even answer me.

"Not yet! Not yet!"

Bullshit spears aren't even aimed at Setuna. It just swept up the ground and dust. Even that causes fierce wind pressure, hitting Setuna's entire body.

"Not yet, I can't die!

The poking, slashing, blowing, and many of the attacks launched must have been intense, and there must not have been a single attack if it was meant to eat a direct hit. But there's no sign of an enemy to be defeated before Wayne's intent to kill is on his way. Setuna was not alarmed and, with a black spear, looked to his back.

"You can't die...... you can't!

Wayne looked back at this one, but maybe those eyes no longer looked at Setuna. The flames that were burning his upper body disappear, and there is no shadow of your princely blue knight in his unbroken and burnt appearance. But only those beautiful eyes seemed to tell me that he was Wayne Bersein-Teulos.

"Protect...!

He snapped for some reason when the crushed words reached Setuna's ear on the verge of Wayne collapsing. A number of landscapes run around the back of your brain. I even remember being dazzled by a bunch of visions like horse racing lights. Will you even say Wayne's memory has been refluxing? The countless sights were also very similar to those glimpsed earlier. In it, a beautiful girl grows up and grows up as if she were a doll. Elenia-Diphone. It came up in her brain. I guess that's her name.

"Take you."

I guess Wayne's last words were directed at her.

He had something to protect him from, and he risked his life for it. Surely he is the enemy. It could be the hateful opponent who killed the Gandia soldiers. But Setuna didn't feel like hating Wayne. Without the sense of accomplishment of defeating the enemy, I don't even get the sentiment of putting on the bully.

Instead, I even come up with the idea that maybe it's me I should hate.

Wouldn't this have happened if Setuna hadn't even shown up in this world? If you're hiding your subpoena arms, if you don't belong to Gandia, if you're not here. It's outrageous. I don't get an answer for how much I've thought about it. At least, I'm not going to get a good answer.

Shake your head. I felt lightly dizzy. I lost too much moisture and strength. My consciousness was hazy, and I had little leeway, etc. The tiredness of the day seemed to explode all at once. but i still can't go unconscious.

Setsuna saw Wayne. His body, broken to the ground, was no longer even showing signs of movement. He's dead. It may be due to the bleeding, but it can also be considered a miracle that he was moving around with so many wounds.

(No, you're obsessed...)

Will to try to live at all costs. He had to go home alive. That's the same for Setuna, but if he's as obsessive as he is, what do you think? You may not be able to fight like Wayne.

His body will never move again. Unless a pitch-black spear tries to blaspheme his death.

The spear, leaving his hand, was rolling to the ground. A spear like a drill with a spiral at the tip of the ear. Black spears hate, black spears hate. What the hell is this all about? In the first place, how could Wayne have had what Ruufa was supposed to have summoned? Ask a human who is familiar with the art of armed summons and you may find out.

Setuna saw a black spear as she walked up to near the spear. Feels like you're roaring low. He says it's something that shouldn't be. We have to break it. At any rate, a black spear tells me that it must be destroyed.

Setuna slammed a spear on the tip of his spear.

The spear smashed lighter than I thought. It was just a blow, and everything that formed the spear as well as the tip of the ear was scattered into dust. And while Setuna was surprised, the pitch-black spear was instantly sucked into the pattern of black spears, stone-piercing, and tiptoes. It wasn't long.

"What the... it"

By the side of a black spear that absorbed the pitch-black spear raised a voice of joy, Setsuna couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. Disgust and discord. The existence of an irrational and inexplicable black spear had no choice but to hold those emotions.

From the black spear, I feel more powerful than ever. Lost Health is replenished, filling up to Atmospheric Strength. My consciousness, which was supposed to be hazy, has recovered to a state where I can say that it is perfectly fast. Does the capture of the pitch-black spear mean that it was enhanced even to Setuna, the owner of the black spear?

Setuna, stunned, looked at the black spear. There is no change in shape. That was what it felt like inhaling pieces of pitch-black spear.

"You sound stupid."

Weren't the soldiers who scattered their lives, even Wayne and Setuna, who risked their lives, just dancing in the thoughts of the black spear? A pitch-black spear and a crappy farce just to take in. Did you die just for that? Did they kill you? Did you fight?

Regardless, that's not possible.

Beyond the thought of a black spear, there was Setuna's foolish mistake. It all started out, and without it, elsewhere, I would have tried to take it in a different way. What the hell is a summoning arm? How can a weapon just summoned from another world call for so much confusion? Is it my fault that I don't understand anything, or is it a substitute that I don't understand anything about?

(No, I don't care about that. I already made up my mind)

Setuna slapped her cheek with both hands as she stabbed the spear to the ground. Tighten your mind in order to cope with the new situation you have visited.

Countless amounts of Imperial Demons were surrounding Setuna.