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

Lancaine-Bunell was a figure who had already reigned in the Dinobot Cave as an armed summoner of merit ten years before the Millews were thrown into the Dinobot Cave, and he sincerely enjoyed the Dinobot Cave turning into hell.

There was no boundary between sanity and madness in him, and all there was was was desperate darkness. Miliu has been on the verge of being killed by him several times. I can't take the delay right now, but at the time, it couldn't have been the art of countering her who had just been thrown into the Dinobot Cave. I didn't have to be killed because Lancaine wasn't just into killing. He wanted his enemies to be strong. I didn't publicly proclaim that it was my life to fight the mighty. Hurting the weak was also because he hoped to crawl up because of his hatred.

Miliu made him hate as much as he wanted and built up his body and mind. But I couldn't settle with him. Because he went up on the ground. There were many voices delighted with Lancaine's going to the ground, and I was honestly delighted as Miliu. The fact that even one fierce poison like him disappears means that life will be in the Dinobot Cave. Hell has gotten even more harsh.

The Lord of Sight overconfident the power of the black spear or recklessly jumped into the flames and defeated Lancaine. I didn't kill him. I know that, too, Miliu. After I got out on the ground, I found out where he was. Lancaine burned down a small town in Gandhia and was sentenced to extreme imprisonment for that crime. At that time, it seems a famous story that Gandhia was able to capture Lancaine because of Setuna's activism.

After all, the Lord of this vision seems certain in Setuna-Kamiya.

(Why?)

Why, I wonder if you're peeking into his memory. For what? What's the point? Maybe it doesn't make sense. It's just that the power of the black spear may be rampant. I couldn't control the replicate. That doesn't mean. The attempt to draw upon the vast power of the black spear failed.

She remembered that there was a backflow.

The reflux of forces. Everything you unleash is a phenomenon that returns as an attack on the Summoner. It is a common phenomenon when contracts are made with uncontrollable subpoenas. It's important to identify your power and the performance of your subpoena armed because that's what happens. It is common for immature armed summoners to lose everything due to reflux phenomena as a result of their quest for power alone. That's not how you don't know dead people.

(Because I refluxed...?

Is it that the power of the refluxed black spear has also brought to the memory of Setuna, the original owner? It's not just the power of anything that comes backflow. Any information captured by the five senses reinforced by the Summoning Army is pushed like a sharp blade. The indolent spirit would just slice away and become like an abandoned man. Fortunately, Miliu's body and mind aren't that good. Most of all, I may have encountered this phenomenon because I couldn't stand it.

The next thing I saw in Setuna's eyes was a woman. Young woman. Older than Miliu, I'd say she's beautiful. He has blue hair and red eyeglasses on the edges. Speaking of glasses, I can't wipe the impression of a luxury item, but she didn't look like someone in a noble position. The outfit highlighting the woman's limbs caught my eye, but otherwise I was not particularly concerned.

Until that moment.

Again, darkened. When my vision opened, it was raining in the dark night. I can see you surrounded by enemies. It's like standing around against soldiers in armor helmets, but thanks, they're pushing me. They don't use black spears. Miliu was teething. Such a mischievous soldier, just wielding a black spear should clean it up. Miliu would. The opponent is an enemy. You don't have to forgive me. If you don't kill him, it's on the battlefield. I heard thunder. Horses are approaching. It was Lancaine who had reached out from the horse. He was alive. There was no time for Miliu to be surprised, and Setsuna grabbed Lancaine's hand. Pulled up, take off the spot.

Miliu was pioneered by the amount of information that popped into his head. Again, it's backflow. This is caused by reflux. Even more retrospectively, it would have duplicated the black spear. I got the replica and got drunk by its overwhelming power. As a result, she has been exposed to the memory of Setuna-Kamiya.

(Sounds strange)

Miliu sighed. I just thought it was something I wanted to say from a dream like this. If you wake up, there must be a reality waiting for you that you can't do anything about, but it would be better than continuing to steal the memories of others. I don't relax just imagining what happened to me, etc.

When the scene changes, it's the battlefield that spreads in front of you. Battlefield, battlefield, battlefield, battlefield. Whatever it was, it was on the battlefield for him to put himself. He holds a black spear and plays a big stand against the Imperial Demons and humans. Kills are carried out with the immense power of the black spear. If you wield a spear, the iron armor will also be slit to pieces of paper, and the human body will instantly become a piece of meat. At the moment of breaking his skin, it was as if the redness of the blood blowing out of his cleavage would smear his vision. Crush the sword, break the spear, cut off the arrow. When a monster is the other person, it doesn't change what you do. Just send an enemy attack and wield a spear. Beat the stone protrusion, punch it with a pattern, pierce it with a cut, and cleave it. A storm of slaughter, rolling like a storm, finely chopped the enemy soldiers. A blood splash dyed bright red in front of me.

The enemy kills. The enemy must be killed. Only the enemy, you can't keep him alive. I know what happens if I keep my enemies alive. The man in front of you is the end of it. Miliu was flabbergasted by the appearance of an armed summoner who had succeeded in becoming a human being. The man with the spear of the tip spinning did not even try to hide his hatred for Setuna. It spreads animosity and killing intentions, and it arrives. At the end of the death fight, it was Setuna who won. I flew to the battlefield once again. It just kills enemy soldiers. Miliu felt nauseated by the sight of repeated killings. It's supposed to be a familiar sight. That's how she has survived.

(That's why)

That's why it hurts. My chest is tightened. I knew his emotions would be in his hands. I guess that means you're still trapped in the memory of the killing. I blame you. There are no human beings who have no doubt about killing one. Even if it's the right thing to do. He's just doing his justice. I'm just faithfully doing what Gandia's black spear requires. Still, he can't help but turn away from the moment of murder. I can't forget. It takes a heavy toll on taking lives.

(You, too, are you)

Miliu felt empathy for the landscape Setsuna was seeing because she, too, could not escape that nightmare. The days of hell where you couldn't survive without your compatriots, your brothers, your kinsmen in your hands, can't leave your back of your brain as a bad dream. It's just like that. There is no precious value in life. It's the same thing to kill an uninvolved person, like him, or someone involved, like her.

At least, for Miliu.

Deep sighs didn't even make a sound.

In the darkness, she just wanders as a consciousness. There is no entity, there is no flesh. The sigh, too, is just that I was aware of it, and I didn't actually exhale. Still, I have to sigh. In the deep darkness, there was also something tough in her spirit about continuing to see only the sight of the killing. Perhaps it's not my fault that I did it.

That's when there was a change in Setuna's vision. The face of one who was perhaps involved in him disappeared when he floated. Your princess's young man, silver-haired young man, wild big man, man with glasses, man with king's style, beautiful brunette boy, blonde blue-eyed boy, man with crimson armor on a beautiful woman with armor, light expression sturdy, and lancaine. She has no choice but to laugh bitterly at what has come to her face: Zain, Miliu and Crude. It's my most recent memory.

And the last thing that filled my vision was that blue-haired woman's face. Different expressions, looking at him. It was a smile, an angry face, pointy mouth, blushing cheeks - a look so differentiated that it seemed to kill time just looking at her, coloring Setuna's vision.

Setuna may have escaped the reality of the killing by thinking about the woman.

I'm just a little jealous. but it's not just bad. For some reason, it clears up to Miliu's heart. Is it because I'm in tune? Think about that.

I wonder if she's your goddess.

When Miliu was thinking about it, he was annoyed by the feeling that his consciousness was going away. The certainty that a dream awakens somehow makes me lonely. I noticed myself wanting to be a little more in touch with his memory. I wonder why. Because I sympathized, not least. I'm curious. What memories will he show us in the future? What emotions will it convey?

Can't you show it to me anymore?

That made me feel asexually sad. I cried pointlessly and realized I was wasting my time. How can you be doing such a pointless thing?

I hear a call.

Someone's calling her by her name.

It was a voice I had heard.

"Have you got Miliu?

Without knowing who he was asking, she was imprisoned by the sensation of awakening.