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

When she succeeded in replicating the black spear, what convinced her was victory. At the same time, I had to hunch the death of Setuna the Black Spear. It's a subpoena armed with overwhelming power. If she had such a thing in her hands, she could be exactly invincible. She wipes out the black spear Setsuna by the black spear.

If Setuna dies, it would also be a good idea to be a real black spear user. It's not a reproduction, it's a good idea to use the real thing and repel the Gandhian army from the mainland of Zalwarn. At that dawn, Mirelbas-Ryburn, the king of nations, also had to hang his head on her. Even Orian-Lebien should no longer be able to silence her.

Black spear milieu. Sounds good.

And when he got the black spear, Miliu felt an absolute power like never before. Violent, devastating runoff penetrates the flesh, erodes the mind, erodes the soul. Black force fluctuations. chain of unreasonable and extreme violent repression. There was a shock that shattered my consciousness. Every sensation multiplies and expands.

The enlargement of consciousness does not stop, and it expands at an accelerating rate. The field of view widened indefinitely, the light was no longer needed, and hearing even picked up the sound of the wind on the far side. The five senses crossed, and the illusion struck me as if I could see everything in this world in my hands. I was annoyed by the omnipotence, but it disappears like a transient disease.

Miliu was convinced that he was able to control the power of the black spear.

But it wasn't.

Every time I waved my power, I heard more, more. A will to power, a thirst, asked her for more power. Miliu followed the voice and just swung the spear. I hunted down Setuna, and I almost could kill her. If you kill him, you get a real black spear. When I thought so, I was motivated by Russia.

Force.

If only I had the strength, I could have gotten out of that hell.

If only I had the power, I would have been released from a country like this.

Even though you can escape the curse and be free.

As long as there was power, as long as there was power, he chanted like a curse, and kept staring at heaven. At the bottom of the darkness, the chained dragon could only do that.

But she got a black spear.

Even fakes, reproductions, have just the same power. Sir Phantom Dragon has the ability to fully reproduce the object. Even Miliu's fantasy was a reproduction of Miliu himself from what to what.

Most of all, illusions are illusions, like there is no entity. Touch it and it will destroy, and it equals no attack or defense. It is no exaggeration to say that it exists to invite an enemy armed summoner to attack. It was Sir Phantom Dragon's true power to replicate the Summoning Army that touched the phantom.

The power of the black spear so obtained was truly powerful and so powerful that Miliu forgot me. I drowned in power and lost sight of everything.

And then the reflux started.

The immense power freed from the black spear pushed all the information the five senses captured together.

That's what, like a flood.

Miliu was drank by a runoff of devastating forces and lost consciousness before he understood what had happened.

In the dark, I opened my eyes.

Her eyelids were heavy and she even had to devote all her efforts to opening her eyes. I can hear someone. It's a man's voice. Full of joy. As much as one wondered if he could be so merciful, with a voice full of mercy, even she learned peace.

The light jumped in, and not so much of that glare, she cried. No, you're not. I'm not the one crying. What would be Miliu-Lebien can't even cry to this extent. So who's crying?

In front of me, there was a strange man's face. A young man, characterised by red eyes. The joyously loose expression has the charm of melting her rough heart as well. Red eyes, I think I've seen them somewhere, but I couldn't remember. The man's face also resembles someone else's. I feel like the person in front of me just now. confused by the incomprehensibility of the memories and the unclearness of the meaning of the situation.

I felt like I was being held by a red-eyed man. There are incomprehensible words flying around. It's not a common language on the continent. I think I may have gotten lost in another world, but it is a dream that is common as an armed summoner's dream.

(Dreams, right?

Ask yourself who you are and be convinced. If you dream, it's no wonder what happens.

Armed summoners learn the old language used for spells. They often mean dreaming of being overwhelmed by unfamiliar words as they learn a language that is clearly different from the common language. Miliu has had nightmares like that, and it seems to have happened to the Cruids. Worse yet, there are more harsh realities than nightmares.

Nevertheless, the language in this dream was completely different from the ancient language and was not a substitute for what Miliu could imagine. but that could be what dreams are originally about.

When the lid was closed, it was wrapped in a different sensation that distorted the consciousness.

(What, now)

Miliu was angry, but he gave up and sighed in half that he was still in his dreams anyway.

The lid opens. vision, could not move at her will. It's like being shown the view someone is looking at. I don't think it's a weird dream, but it's rare that my consciousness intervenes so far. Nevertheless, her will could not make any difference to this dream.

I could only see through it.

Poor woman was the one jumping into unstable sight. She was a woman even Miliu found attractive and one with a soft constant smile. Fu, Miliu felt safe because the woman was entangled in the same air as Miliu's mother. For Miliu, only his mother was on his side.

The woman brings her face closer as she peeks into the Lord of Sight. Miliu was annoyed. The woman was crying. But he's hiding his grief. I didn't want to inform the Lord of my vision.

(well... this is...)

What Miliu understood was that the Lord of Sight is only a child. And I guess the first sight I see is a fresh-born memory. The idea is probably not wrong. So I'm talking about it.

Dreams are dreams.

(Really?)

What Miliu questioned was whether he ever had dreams unrelated to himself so far. There's a language that I can't even imagine flying around, and neither the women's clothes, nor the first man's clothes I saw, were something I wouldn't see around Miliu. There may be something similar, but the colors are vibrant and the fabric is beautiful. I'm sad to see that outfits like hers don't suit me, but anyway, the different information that pops into my sight makes me conclude that this isn't a dream or something.

Soon, I looked around the room. It's a small room covered with walls on all sides. The structure of the room itself is not significantly different from that of Miliu's world. However, all the conditioning and fixtures placed in the room appeared slightly different in colour. It is not the Demon Crystal lamp that is on the ceiling, but the light is far tougher than the Demon Crystal lamp. The walls were hung with various things, and objects never seen in the corners of the room were seated. Is the surface of that object polished like a mirror, reflected by the Lord of Vision? A child. A boy about five years old. Miliu was showing off the landscape a stranger was looking at.

Who are you?

I just asked, and the answer can't even come back.

Again, my vision closed.