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

If that was a nightmare, for example, she might have been pleased.

No matter how terrible and tragic it may have been, a nightmare has an end. The reality you visit when you wake up and open your eyelids seals your nightmare memories into the depths of a great deal of information. Then, uncertain with time, it changes its shape to an obscure illusion and disappears.

If it's a nightmare, it can be fruitful with the past...

Miliu-Libaien grabbed his lid open and saw what was visible in his sight. It's the smell of blood that can stand in the dark, and it's the corpse that's rolling at your feet. Yesterday's companions are today's enemies, and today's friends are tomorrow's enemies. That was the only absolute jurisprudence laid down in this narrow world, and if we did not obey that code, we would not even have lived.

Live, what will it be?

The doubt can disappear and be lost before thirst and obsession with raw.

It's better than dying.

Someone is fine, someone else is like this.

I'd rather die.

I know they're both right, but if I were her, I wouldn't mind their bullshit or anything. If we survive that day for a day, one day the time will come when we can walk under the sky - believing so has become a vitality of life. Even at the bottom of the darkness for a long time, I was able to believe in the light because I missed some of my people leaving the earth. Each time, I get furious as to why I'm not myself, but I've decided who to turn to for my anger spearhead, and it was yesterday's company.

That's how I've killed so many of my people.

Wash your blood with blood.

Decorate death with death.

This is a worm poison crucible.

The only way to survive is to kill them.

It's not a nightmare or anything, even despair is raw before harsh reality. Still, scratch to live. A journey that is harder than death and harder than death. More and more people want to die tired of struggling with their peers. The first hundred remained, no more, but to count. We've killed each other, we've lost count.

Miliu-Libaien. Born as a courtier of the Pendragon family Revien family ruling Zalwarn, she was dropped into such a hellish world only because she did not qualify as a heir. My brother was born and my credentials moved to him. The head of the family takes precedence over the woman. Only in the absence of a boy in his family could he take the woman as his heir and take the seat of his head. If she hadn't even had a brother, she must have been singing her life as the next head of the Revien family at some point.

Miliu is not the only one. Dropped in this hell were many of the third sons and third daughters of the Pendragon clan, all of whom were beaten down from the happy lives of the upper classes to the bottom of the earth to live in despair and suffering. No, many are dead. In the hands of Miliu and those who survived, he lost his life. He died, spitting a curse and resentment at the Revien family.

"I'll curse the Reviens"

"I hate your father"

"Without you parents and children,"

How many times would the Terminator have asked me? That's why I was so tired of hearing so many words thrown away that my ears hurt that I no longer had any waves in her heart. Even ripples don't happen. herself, she felt the same way as they had died.

The hatred of Orian-Lebien, who opened this hell, was only increasing day by day. Even if he is Miliu's fruitful father, he is not forgivable. No, you're a real father, so you can't forgive me.

Orian didn't love Miloo.

When she understood the fact, she decided to live. I will survive this tragedy, get out on the ground, look for it, and I will kill you.

That was the only driving force behind Miliu.

"Miliu-Lebien, get out. The commander-in-chief wants you."

She was released from prison when hatred was bred and reached the level of a kind of work of art. So Miliu didn't jump instantly when he faced Dinobot Cave Commander-in-Chief Orian.

Killing him is better later. I want to let it live, let it live, let it live, hunt it down to the abyss of despair, let it live even more, and stop the sound of my breath where I'm relieved. If I don't, I won't wake up with the nightmare in her. Those glorious childhood days no longer drift behind the retina like nightmares, tormenting Miliu's consciousness.

"Gentlemen, thank you for all your years in Dinobot Cave."

The voice of his tall father was the same, but Miliu was listening calmly. Instead, the Crude-Fabruneia, Zain-Vridia and others, who opened up from prison at the same time, were more excited, and it wasn't strange whenever they hit Orian. And even if they attacked my father, Miliu wouldn't stop. Even if you just see them kill you, the nightmare could disappear.

"There's no other way I let you guys go. The Dragon Cave has been dismantled."

The most unfortunate thing to say is nothing more than that he was indulging in this crazy world. Experiments, etc., etc., could not have been experiments, etc. It's just killing each other. Murder dance, similar to war using armed summoning techniques.

The Dinobot Cave should have been inaugurated as an institution to train excellent armed summoners. But since Orian became commander-in-chief, it had been whispered that its purpose had begun to deviate, and Miliu had guessed that it was true.

A good armed summoner sought by the country would have been a human resource capable of using some summoning arm, and it would have been better than average or capable of about the same level. If only the numbers could be aligned, even if they were of a level of strength, they could boast an overwhelming firepower against other countries.

But what Orian pursued was something closer to the height humans could reach, the ultimate minority elite. I guess no one could stop his idea that it was okay to sacrifice a lot for that, because the Dinobot Cave had been in a position of power since the time of the previous lord.

"You will now become the claw fangs of Lord Mirelbas-Ryburn of Zalwarn. I don't have a veto."

Orian laughed all the more reluctantly at what was pleasant.

Zain jumped too excitedly, but was held back by men who held back left and right. They even grasped this psychological state. But Zain's forged flesh could not be suppressed by the inflexible men. Zayn jumped the two giants and hit Orian. but in the next moment he was back next to Miliu. He was still looking excited, but he was fitting in little by little.

When he saw it, Zain had his pinky finger in his mouth. Blood is dripping. It's Orian's finger.

"Damn, great. This is it, I was looking for this."

But Orian never groaned in pain or forgot me in anger. He's laughing like crazy, staring at the bitten off part of his right pinky. In fact, I guess it's crazy. It was the current state of Dinobot Cave because he was dominated by madness. And everyone who was thrown to hell went crazy.

Miliu doesn't believe he's keeping himself sane, etc. Instead, I admit that I am as crazy and broken as they are again. That's why you're not trying to kill him here. If you were sane, now would have been a good time. The escort consists of two inflexible men and ten miscellaneous soldiers waiting in the rear. Miliu and the three of them. A degree of combat power that can be controlled in an instant if they join forces. If you're just gonna kill me, I don't want you to leave me alone now.

But the madness of asking for the like of Orian's brutal death retained the slaughter here. And I guess that's good.

"But I'm not the one you kill. Enemy."

To Orian's words, Zain suppressed his breathing. Crude also seems to be paying attention to his next words. Enemy. There are enemies to defeat. The fact boiled their blood. Sadly, the instinct that sprouted at the bottom of hell was not something that could be suppressed, even in the midst of madness and sanity.

Defeat the enemy.

Because that's why they exist.

"Gandhia will attack soon. Only then will you kill as your instincts go. [M] I hope you know that the more enemies you kill, the more you will change your position after the war."

"Position…"

"Don't you ever want to go to hell again?

To Orian's words, Miliu narrowed his eyes. I agree, but I don't even speak up. Sure, I don't want to taste that hell again. A world where blood is washed with blood and death is washed with death.

We've been drifting through the bottom of such darkness for over a decade.

I wanted light.

I wanted an overwhelming light that would erase the memories of the past as nightmares.