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

"But don't do it anymore! I surrender! Our loss!

The man who followed Setuna's leg with the spear was the chief of the Zalwarn army. Surrounded by scattered corpses that do not fasten the prototype, the smell of blood spreads to the point of nausea. Setuna checked the situation, staring into the face of a desperate man.

Thanks to the spear I held in both hands, I can grasp everything without having to look around. The sound of the battlefield was picked up by my ears, and every smell buzzes my nostrils. The taste of blood seems to bounce and dance on your tongue, bright enough to forget that your vision is at night. It's dazzling. Even if you stare at him, can you see the number of creases on the face of the man who has stuck with him, even the capillaries?

Makes me want to mock myself for the cold on my face in my eyes, but I don't have time for that.

(No...)

When he shook his head, he lowered the spear he was putting up. Applying the pattern head to the ground, the enemy troop leader, who was wrapped around his leg, left as relieved. but you were losing your hips or you stayed crawling though.

Setuna lowered the spear because the battle was no longer over.

The situation had marked the overwhelming victory of the western march. Enemy troops lose 80% of their fighting power, and all surviving soldiers can be seen losing their fighting will. Apart from the troop leaders in front of us, there were numerous enemy troop leaders who surrendered, and they seemed to be pleased that they had survived uniformly. You can't see a single enemy soldier who regrets losing the battle. Everyone accepted this defeat flatly and was only happy to survive.

Setsuna killed him too much.

He went around killing not only what came up against him, but even soldiers who fled. Naturally. They have not surrendered. Whether you're losing your temper or not, your enemy is your enemy. I have to kill him. Setsuna, if you were on one battlefield, you might have missed it, but this one had allies, and it was also Setsuna's purpose to fight to reduce the damage done to them. Reducing the number of enemy soldiers by one also means reducing the number of attacks on your own forces.

To that end, Setuna tried to fly around the battlefield and kill all the enemy soldiers. As a result, the war situation is no longer an exaggeration when it comes to the victory of the Westward Army. Neither is this damage. The dead are also out. but that number is about as different as the heavens and the earth compared to the enemy army.

(Enough, huh?)

When Setuna glanced at the trooper at his feet, he distorted his expression into fear. Setuna missed her gaze with a bitter smile in her chest. Currently, I guess I have a miserable look on my face.

Thousands must have killed them.

I didn't count it, but I remembered it as a feeling. There can't be a response to slashing an enemy. There was nothing left in his hands, whether he slashed it, poked it, smashed it. But there's only a real sense of killing him. I'm hearing the moment my heartbeat disappears. The moment life turns to death, the unspeakable do-it-yourself strikes Setsuna, but it may be because it has two black spears.

Usually, this never happened.

The enemy captain who followed Setuna left the scene with a man who looked like Ayn's captain. He looked back and had some good looks, but in the end he didn't seem to be able to do anything.

Setsuna had no idea what he wanted to do. Ramblings, I guess. I killed his allies. I don't really think I care about it to the extent of rambling, but if I were to leave it behind when I left, all I could think of was that.

Quiet, exhale.

Your whole body is growing in strength. There was a lot of power. Killing a thousand people isn't enough to consume. No, that can be taken for granted. Setuna didn't even have the feeling that she wielded her powers to kill her enemies. Just swinging lightly, the enemy in front of him became a piece of meat. The armor was cut like a piece of paper, and the shield is the same. No matter how robust the formation was, it collapsed just by waving a light weapon. Swinging like dancing, I had a pile of bodies all around me. I couldn't even test my powers.

I don't even think I'm dealing with a miscellaneous soldier.

The illusion that I had become an absolute disappeared quickly. I could restrain myself from that. But it was also true that he was getting drunk on his powers. I must not have gotten drunk because I didn't wield my powers. Because I kept it to a minimum, I didn't have to drown in power.

I traveled to and from the battlefield of the Dorka and Astar Ayn squads several times, but even the space transfer was unconscious. I was just searching for the enemy's location and moved to the view across the blood. If the killings were carried out at the destination of the transfer, the metastasis occurred again. That's how he rolled over the battlefield, while Setuna produced the bodies of enemy soldiers.

If I had noticed, my whole body would have gotten wet with returning blood. but my body is not heavy. A two-handed spear is dramatically improving physical abilities. The senses, the consciousness, they're different than usual. I can see how the replica perfectly reproduces the black spear. And I could clearly understand that Miryu was about to kill me not because of the performance difference of the black spear, but because of the difference in strength between Setsuna and Miryu.

I think it's regrettable because it's uplifting. It may also be thanks to two black spears that I was able to capture positively.

"Master Setuna!

He didn't move his gaze, either, to a call full of joy. From the left, Ayn and the others approach. But I'm not trying to look at each other. I know I look horrible. Should it also be with a ghostly shape? It's not a roughly human look.

There are people in Setuna who don't want to look like that. It is Faria, for example, and Ruufa. Ain't about to join that kind of person, too. In Setuna's unconsciousness, yes. Most importantly, Faria should know too much about Setuna's face like that. Neither can Ruufa, Ein, know Setuna on the battlefield.

But not this time.

Rougher than usual. The duplicity of black spears brought tremendous power to Setuna, leading the Westward Army to an overwhelming victory, but at the same time it was as if his body and mind were trying to turn him into a vicious demon. I didn't want to look at each other right now because I could understand that.

Setuna was in the midst of the feeling that she was overlooking the panorama of the battlefield. There are units of the western march that boil down to a great victory, as well as soldiers. Sometimes I find myself strangely moved by the appearance of my own soldiers crying out to the enemy soldiers who rejoice in their survival. Dorka and Astar, who wrap up their troops, don't look happy to win. I could see you rather tightening your mind.

"Whatever it is, you're safe and above all!

Ein was right around the corner. Seems suspicious that Setuna won't respond, but I'm not going to decide otherwise to ignore it. But I was also sure it was difficult to gaze at.

"Master Setuna?

I have no choice but to take a glance. Ein's back length was about a little lower than Setuna's, and it was inevitable that he would have seen eye to eye if he hadn't even bothered to distract him. The commander of the Juvenile Corps always has a dazzling look. Setuna's strong face also had a bottomless smile on her face to the point of breaking. I was trying to keep my eyes out of it. I got ridiculous.

He had pulled a horse from Mizu and had several of his men with him. Bringing a horse would mean being able to ride around at any time. He is the Legion Leader. I'm busy. I even doubt if I can afford just to be on my own Setuna.

"That's just how it works! The operation went well, and the Westward Army won big!

"Oh, I'm glad I won..."

Finally, could I remember the relief because I could get a voice from someone close to me? But I can't break the tension. Black spears on both hands always make it strong to sharpen and clear the nerves. Even though the battle was over, Setuna's heart was still on the battlefield. I'm looking for an enemy. Even if we know we no longer have enemies or anything else, consciousness is constantly exploring the location of hostility and trying to kill it as soon as we find it. I'm bothering. I can't contain it.

Ain tilted his little neck.

"What's wrong with you?

"That's right, are you a jerk?

"Huh?"

When I looked up at the unexpected words, there was a figure of Faria-Belfaria on the horse Ain was pulling. Exactly such things as full-blown creation were the very figure that Setsuna sensibly grasped. Dimensionally unmistakable, and surprised by the accuracy of the scene depiction by the senses, while thinking of the harshness of her battle, her chest was damaged. My vision is shaking. Emotional control is ineffective. Because of the spear. I have two spears, so everything doesn't work out the way I want it to.

With excuses floating around her chest, Setuna stared up at Faria as she was being taken aback. My hair and clothes were mellow. I can see that my skin is also burnt. Crude was the opponent. I'm pretty sure I was forced to struggle. They survived.

"Setuna?

"Glad you're safe..."

Setuna, that's all she said, sent back the real Chaos Bringer. The black spear becomes a particle of light and returns to the original world. Then the black spear of the replica disappeared without sound. Because the original has disappeared from the world, it may no longer be possible to continue to exist. I don't know the details of Miliu's ability to summon an armed man, but that's probably what it is.

Setuna admitted that her vision would be closed to darkness in the midst of the pain of pushing her over like a tsunami.

(You can't do this...)

I never had to imagine how physically or mentally burdensome it would be to have two black spears. Even if you just run through the battlefield with a single black spear, you drain enough strength to have to sleep for half a day. It's not just physical strength. It also consumes spirit.

"Setuna!

Faria's screaming is far away.

In Setuna's eyes, nothing was visible anymore.