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

When Quon was squeezing his shield hard, there was a twist around him. As you raise your face and circle your gaze, you can see that something is about to happen to the dragon.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

"It's still gonna change."

The mercenaries shouted out loud, perhaps because they found out that the dragon wasn't going to miss this one.

Countless thorns that covered his entire body like a needle mouse's body peeled off and light ran over his dewy epidermis. A thorn bomb bursts pointlessly, and flashes and explosions adorn the perversion of the dragon. The outline of the dragon, wrapped in bright light, deformed greatly while watching. From sharp angles to rounded shapes.

The Kuons had no choice but to watch the dragon pervert. There was no subpoena weapon capable of attack from a distance, just a bow can't even hurt the epidermis, and it falls to be bounced back.

Nevertheless, it is doubtful that things have improved because there was a powerful summoning arm capable of ranged attacks.

The dragon imitated Stardust and showed it. That could have been imitated, too, as a long-range attack could have been made.

"That's...!

When the dragon's transformation was over and the light went out, Iris roared first.

"I see."

Kuon was stunned but convinced to see the new dragon that emerged in the darkness.

Under cloudy weather, the giant was like a pure white tower. The dragon, covered with white scales all over his body, was more dragon-like than it had just been, while being overall rounded.

Instead of a neck several hundred metres long, the torso was constructed and extremities formed. Lumpy arms had something reminiscent of a shield, which was also in the joints of both feet. There is a pair of wings on the back that emit light from the wings, as if they bear the back light. Seeing the long tail stretching out into the ground doesn't seem to be able to move around freely.

"Shield of Messiah......"

"Ha... I'm not kidding."

Sigurd-Foliar also couldn't help throwing up against Mana's crush. But Mana's words are no mistake. Something like a shield on the arms and feet of a dragon was exactly the same shape as the Shield of Messiah.

A pure white shield depicting a true circle.

The magical shield that built the invincible barrier according to the will of the summoner was also pale and glowing in the limbs of the dragon. Which would mean it works the same way.

"You know, how do you fight?

"Come on?"

Next to the fierce warriors named Sigurd and Jin raising their roots, the side of Lux-Vain is fun. He even spills a laugh at his monster opponent, who has shown overwhelming power. I don't even think I can afford it. But to him, fighting may be pleasure in itself.

Lux glanced at this one.

"Are there any weaknesses in the Shield of Messiah?

"If the user's mental power is exhausted, the Summoning Army will no longer be able to use its power"

"That's the weakness of an armed summoner."

"Yes."

"That means. There is no weakness in the Shield of Messiah itself. Hum."

Lux roared in arms, but the truth is, Kuon thinks it's not that far. Of course, as Lux put it, there is nothing to be called weakness in the Shield of Messiah itself. No matter how you scratch, the Invincible Shield is the Invincible Shield. I've never been hurt by anything. Waldo's blow aside, Mana's explosion of stardust doesn't make sense either. That's why she can wield the stardust thoughtfully.

The Shield of Messiah generated defenses only increase if they increase the number of Protected Objects, which weakens their defenses. However, no significant difference can be made to the extent that we have extended our guardianship to hundreds of people, and where that has become thousands, it is only a change to the extent that we do not care for our human counterparts. If we tried to protect another ten times the number of people, there might be a bankruptcy somewhere, but so far too many people have increased and the fence has collapsed, and so on.

"I don't know how much mental power that dragon has. It would be foolish to keep waiting till we run out."

Jin laughed bitterly when Quon told him.

"We may run out of food before the dragon runs out of spiritual power."

"You're hopeless."

Although Sigurd sighed, his eyes were not in despair. Not optimism, etc. Maybe I'm just not going to fight it down. The purpose of this mixed unit is only to investigate dragons. You don't need to take them down, and if you know you can't, it's the right thing to do as a unit to turn back honestly.

Though.

I wrapped my arms around it as the dragon looked down at this one. When he does something as if he could even sigh loudly, he widens his wings and slowly descends.

It is a giant body, but it looks smaller one turn and two times smaller than when it was just the neck. As usual, it is huge hundreds of meters in size, and weighed enough to cause the surrounding ground to tremble just as its gigantic body descended into the earth.

There is also heavy pressure. Should it also be called the pressure of being? Getting limbs, the anthropomorphic dragon, Jen royal as if he were a human being himself, I'm looking at this one, but that's about to atrophy my heart.

It feels like when you're confronted with the Shield of Messiah. Such an illusion that you will be seen through to the depths of your mind and you will not be able to be yourself. I'm sure it's an overthought. It's my fault. Still, at that moment, Quon forgets me.

Right now, like at this moment.

(Ridiculous)

Quon smiled bitterly. Finally, I realized the situation I was in. It was too late to realize. In frustration and toothitching, he watched the dragon.

A united dragon standing in a destroyed forest, spreading light to the divine, is sweeping the earth. He looks over at the dwarf creatures who crawl to the ground and have to pay attention to every step of the dragon. Maybe I'm even savoring it in the mood of God.

"How long are you going to keep doing this farce?

When Quon asked, the people around him reacted first.

"Quon, what's going on? Suddenly..."

"That's right, Master Kuon. I don't know why I can't turn my head in this situation."

I looked alternately at the faces of Illis and Waldo, and Quon had to laugh again. There was no light in the eyes of Illis, nor in the eyes of Waldo. You can call me angry. There was no light in their eyes that would have lived. On the other side of the open pupil, only darkness looms. It's like a crop. No, it must actually be a crop.

Nicely done fake.

Illis and Waldo are not the only ones.

Mana, sigurd, gin and lux, which have become no longer in motion at all, are also nothing but exquisitely crafted fakes.

"Stop. Don't tarnish them, my dear companion."

The dragon tipped his neck.

"Why, did you find out?

The voice, the dragon was emitting. But not loud voice like that just now. Calm, gentle woman's voice. A beautiful melody that combines altitude and mystery. If you can honestly take it, Quon must be at ease too.

There was enough power in his voice to convince Kuon.

But Quon never entrusted his heart to his voice. Instead, stare at the dragon to reject it. Of course, it can't be effective on dragons. In the first place, I didn't really think that was human emotion.

"It's what you do. I can't possibly understand."

When Quon told me, there was a reaction like the world trembled.