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

When surfacing from the darkness of death, it was always accompanied by intense suffering.

I could assure you that the pain of resuscitation must be harsher than death and better dead. Heavier pain than being burned by electric fever runs all over your body, making you realize you're alive.

Maybe it's important as an organism, but I wasn't even willing to thank you. Instead, I even learn to be frustrated. but I can't forbid despair that I don't even have someone to hit that frustration with.

No.

(There he is...)

He was watching a man thrown in the hollow. A boy wearing a lightweight armor. The demon-stained figure with the black spear was, for some reason, in the midst of being blown up in the air. A huge dragon. It was a good distance from him.

He was the enemy to be defeated and the one who had to be killed at all costs. To hit the frustration of the resurrection, it was just the right target.

He stretched out his growing arm at some point and it was it that wrapped the boy up with huge hands. You'll be able to crush it with just a little effort. The life response in the palm of his hand was already faint, and he was probably about to kill just the shock he grabbed.

I was not lost in killing. That was justice as Zalwarn's guardian, and he was absolutely right to do so. That's not all.

Emotions wanted his obliteration. Now that the memory has even lost its contour, that's a difficult emotion to understand, but the flesh apparently remembers the black spear, and even wanted its extinction.

He wants to erase the boy, not as Zalwarn's guardian dragon, but as Crude-Fabruneia's personal emotion.

But I got in the way.

A few thunderstorms were emitted by thunderous archers. Accuracy is impeccable. It all seemed to pierce and burst right where she stood.

But he didn't even get electric heat right now. It's not like earlier. Everything is different. The outer shell of the dragon had hardened to such an extent that it was difficult to even damage it with that degree of lightning strike.

No, whether it should be called curing.

Whatever it was, the dragon's flesh had degenerated and had come to a completely different existence than it had initially been. From the bottom of the ground, it's not like I was letting you peek up from my neck.

A torso was formed from the middle of the neck, arms stretched from the shoulders, and feet were growing from the hip. The second half of the neck had a long tail and wings spread from the back.

Crude had an overall view of that black dragon with visual information of other dragons and his own five senses. And be flattered by the enormity of the rising power.

Even as the five-necked dragon remained, he felt overwhelming power. Gandhian troops and others should have been strong enough to kick it off. But this pitch-black dragon was bringing him the power to make even that feeling a thing of the past.

When the pain of resuscitation disappeared, so did the anger. You no longer have to bump into frustration. You can only kill black spears later. Firstly, we must kill the Thunderbolt Archer and erase the indelible sense of defeat.

(sense of defeat...?

Crude moved to kick a woman with a huge summoning arm as she twisted her neck at what she thought. Most importantly, a pitch-black dragon could not kill a thunderous archer.

The archer approached the dragon's arm while dodging this attack and tried to destroy it by firing a direct thunderbolt into it. There was an awesome explosion and an electric heat storm burned out Crude's consciousness. I think I heard a voice. Woman screaming. Summoning armed roar. Consciousness fell into darkness.

He's dead again.

Several resurrections were still accompanied by intense suffering, and he destroyed the earth and blew up the trees, as he commonly did.

As wild as the dragons of the five bodies may have been, it could have been called a natural mutation itself.

The tail of the black dragon swept away the trees, causing a local earthquake every time his feet stepped on the ground. If the wings slammed the atmosphere, a tornado arose and the dark clouds swirled.

In the mood of becoming the incarnation of a natural disaster, he watched the Gandhian army withdraw.

If I wanted to chase him, I could have chased him.

If I wanted to attack, I might have been able to attack.

The enemy is a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers who have lost their fighting power. You could have erased it from a blow. If it can't be as easy as that, it can't be the dragon house guardian or anything, and can't be named Zalwarn's guardian dragon or anything.

No, his consciousness had become the dragon itself. I was even able to think calmly that the personality Crude-Fabruneia might not have retained the prototype.

But Crude-Fabruneia's will was definitely there. I guess that's why he didn't go after Black Spear's troops. Otherwise, I can't explain it.

He forgot to breathe the moment the woman with the black spear and thunderous archer glanced at this one.

He shook his red hair like a flame and stared at this one with winning eyes. You can tell it's not a regular person if you look at its power.

Impossible for a normal person, such as carrying two human beings on his shoulders. I guess you have a flesh that's been forged beyond normal thinking. Just like Crude.

Looking into the woman's eyes, she seemed to recall something.

"Who are you...?

His consciousness was freed from the dragon when he put it in his mouth and crushed it. When he understood that the synchronization was out, his flesh collapsed to be thrown to the floor. I can't determine my vision. It's dark, everything could be far away.

And the sound.

I can't hear anything, and I don't even know what I'm looking at.

I'm not dying.

Ironically distorting his mouth, he was, feeling the chill of the floor.

"How's the end?"

Orian-Libaien asked with no one in mind, staring at the summoners who had been patrolled indoors.

It is the corner of his research facility, built in the basement of the Temple of Tae Spiritual Palace of Tianhuan Palace in Longfu. Located exactly in the heart of the Dragon House, it was a place to hit and follow to rule the Five-Way Defense Corps.

Most importantly, the fort of the Pentagon itself is arranged to depict a snobbish pentagon, so there is no need to rule at all in the center of the Dragon House, but there is something called mood.

Mood is one of Orian's behavioral principles, but it is often not understood by ordinary people.

Black space. The walls, ceilings and floors are painted in pitch black. This happened because of the use of materials with high magic transmission rates, but there is no problem because the whole room is black. Rather, he had a reputation for being able to concentrate his consciousness.

Currently, this room is filled with green light. It emitted a pale light as if the summoners drawn on one side of the room pulsed, making it a black indoor light.

That's the magic. It is one of the likelihood of human vitality, the power to light the Demonic Crystal Stone, and the power that it wears off when exercising armed summoning.

At the heart of the summoner depicted in ancient languages is the source of magic that brightens the summoner.

"The Gandhian army still doesn't seem to be willing to give up the Dragon House. Positions have been erected in the south of Vlidia, intertwining and swelling armies everywhere. At least we can't deal with it in the Dragon-Eye Army."

What I have told you pale is Crude-Fabruneia. Standing at the center of the summoning party and becoming a true five-way defensive force, he cannot find a shadow of the past.

The hair, which boasts pure white until stunning, has fallen off and the skin is like cracked. His eyes were falling and only his eyes were shimmering. He was not alive, he was like a dead man.

Orian laughed with her nose as she stared at Crude's unusual appearance.

"I know that."

Three days have passed since we rebuilt the Pentagon. Naturally, the information about the Gandhian army's trends has reached Orian's ears, and even Mirelbus knows it.

Where the Gandhian army has engaged its forces, we also know that measures need not be taken.

As long as there's Crude and he exists as the dragon's leader, Gandia can't even get close to the Dragon Mansion.

Even the black spear Setuna Zenon-Kamiya could not defeat the dragon. Even where you hurt a dragon with a summoning weapon of immense power, you just eat a painful counterattack.

I couldn't seem to kill the black spear Setuna, but that's not the problem. I was able to get rid of the black spear. Just figuring that out was enough.

Where the black spear has come to terms again, it will crush it in the same way.

A true five-way defensive dragon cannot even be approached by a weak Gandhian soldier, but only by an allied soldier, approached at his expense.

The Gandian army also has to act more carefully than it is witnessing its overwhelming power.

Nevertheless, if we are to drop the Dragon House, it is also true that we must break through the protective dragon's defensive network.

Dragons who have sacrificed five fortifications are stretching defense battles more extensively than the forces the fortifications were enclosing. Impossible, such as rubbing through between the dragon and the dragon, it fell to devastate after two dragon sandwiches.

In the end, the Gandhian army has to concentrate a little bit of its power. I guess it was Fort Vlidia's trail south of the Dragon Mansion that chose it as the focal point for its forces.

And the Gandhian army usually looks Orian until it deploys an armed summoner up front, not a force of war.

But.

The Guardian Dragon has the art of countering armed summoning.

Crude's ability to kick a black spear is largely due to the guardian dragon's ability to enclose it. Regardless, the power of the dragon itself is awesome, but that alone doesn't tell us if we've been evacuated from that monstrously stained subpoena weapon.

Anyway, as long as the guardian dragon is alive, the dragon house will not fall. No matter how much power the Gandhian army puts into it, it will be unbearable to approach the Dragon House. It will only drain time and personnel.

And eventually, we're going to give up the Dragon House.

It shouldn't have been that long before the Gandhian army was able to stick up at the Dragon House.

Gandhia put almost all her power into it during the Zalwarn invasion. Maybe that's why it was a winning streak, and that's why there's the anxiety element. Neighbouring countries were greatly conceived of sending troops to the territory of Gandia, and I cannot say enough that there is no possibility of civil unrest.

To the best of Orian's knowledge, a country called Gandhia is crazy, and even rotten.

From the days of the earlier kings to this day, there is a darkness at the root of Gandhia that is homogeneous to Zalwarn. It is also impossible for a number of strains to arise in a country that has begun rapid expansion and change without correcting its darkness. One of them would be the anti-Leon Gand forces, and the Gandians and the Logners.

If such strains grow larger, the Gandian army will be unable to concentrate on breaking through the Pentagon.

Most likely, the Guardian Dragon will destroy the Gandhian army before that happens.

"So what?

To Crude's magnificent demeanor, Orian narrowed his eyes. Extraordinary eyes have a completely different impression than he did before. Rather than someone else, it may have turned out to be another creature.

(I guess I failed)

I don't think so.

Successful in resuscitation. That's for sure. But whether it was a resuscitation drug side effect or a resuscitation recoil, Crude was turning into something completely different from his original.

It may be the change brought about by repeated iterations of life and death, but nevertheless, it must have produced something different from what Orian was aiming for.

You should say no to failure.

Nevertheless, it is the birth of a being that has no more as the leader of the guardian dragon. That's it, maybe I can bless you.

As long as he exists, the Dragon House will not fall.