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

What worries me is the state of Setuna.

He insisted that he was fine by tapping lightly until he got here. He was in good health and behaved as if there was nothing wrong with him. But I couldn't believe what he said and did.

Setsuna was an unconscious weight until yesterday. He was also injured in the battle with the Dragon and was definitely doing quite a bit of imposition. Even though we still have to fight, how long can that impotence last?

Even if his consciousness is neither unscrupulous nor impossible, the flesh will not be. Accumulated fatigue and the burden on the body from injuries are considerable.

Kuon wants to do the best he can, too, but with the Shield of Messiah summoned, none of Kuon's fighting power was equal to none. If the other person is human, he might be able to handle it with Quon's body surgery.

But standing in front of you is a black dragon. There's no way Quon's blow could have worked on a dragon that mimicked the Black Spear's ability, and he just had to hope Setsuna was safe.

Above, the dragon crossed his arms in a grand manner. It's unclear whether you tried to grab Setuna over your shoulder or pay her off, but either way, it would be a difficult business to avoid arms rolling out of the giant at a speed you can't imagine. I don't have a problem with a direct hit.

(Will it be dropped)

In that case, you'll have trouble as a setuna. You must also climb the dragon's body. As long as you're under shield protection, it doesn't mean you're self-injured and transferring space. No, I don't have a body if I keep using that method before then.

I saw the dragon open its big mouth as it untied its arm. Moments later, the red lotus flame dyed the sky red. A dragon spit out a flame. Probably imitating the ability of a black spear. Aside from spatial metastases, Black Spear Chaos Blingers have the ability to emit absorbed flames. Diverse abilities without unity deserve the name of what brings chaos.

(Even though it's cowardly)

I'm not putting myself on the shelf, but he thought that. Regardless, there is no single capability per subpoena, and it can be said that it is not a lot more diverse than the invincibility of the Shield of Messiah. Still, I envy such diverse abilities as spatial transfer and flame absorption.

(If that's all I can do, so can I.)

Thinking that far, he stopped thinking. I don't know about myself. It also means I want to be chewed up like Setsuna. It was still being lifted more than enough, and not important to his life, such as wealth and fame.

So what is it?

Things are moving, even while thoughts are stopped. The flames that scorched the sky were extinguished, and the heat flowed into the atmosphere. I thought so, my voice dropped.

"... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

No, it wasn't just the voice.

Setsuna came down, shouting so loud that she wanted to block her ears. In front of Quon, on the ground in front of the great hole where the tail of the dragon peeps, he seemed to clash from his face. I heard a huge noise, but I'm sure he's intact. The Shield of Messiah protects Setuna.

I guess the dragon's flaming breath was meant to shoot him off. Setuna was pushed by the momentum of the flames and dropped to the ground. Most of all, his whole body is not burned by the flames. If I hadn't been in flames, I wouldn't have seen burnt marks either.

Setuna was silent for a while dressed like she stuck her ass out into heaven, but when she pulled her face off the ground, she jumped momentum.

"No, no, no, no, no."

"No, it doesn't hurt."

When Quon calmly told him, he looked back at this one.

"... yeah"

Setsuna was intact. I don't have one scratch on my face, hair, or armor. Quon felt satisfied with the proof that the guardianship of the Shield of Messiah was perfect.

Setuna looked over her head as she gently wielded the black spear. Kuon learns from it, too. The dragon's head is hundreds of meters above ground altitude and looks down on this one. The face of a giant dragon can be seen more clearly than recognizing Setuna on the shoulder of a dragon. The countless eyes that shine red seem to indicate the specificity of the black dragon.

I climbed up because of you.

Setsuna looked remorseful.

I'm sorry to hear that.

"Not at all. This won't even be a fight, then. I can't help but say he attacked my leg."

I guess they feel the same way.

"Really? I look like I can afford it."

"Well, you'll have plenty of room."

So Quon looked at the dragon's giant body. Though I assume it's a few hundred meters long, I don't know the exact number. At least I feel higher than the Tokyo Tower, but that's only sensational too.

Lumpy limbs that support the long neck on the head characterized by double eyelids. The dark outer skin covering his entire body looked as if it was flowing. Inside the spread pair of wings, it seems as if the night sky is unfolding. Both hands and feet had sharp claws, which were likely to be mutilated by a single blow, such as the city walls. I guess that's what imitates the ability of black spears. Should I say that it describes a chaotic spear well?

I'm pretty sure it's smaller than when it was just the neck, but still feeling higher than the Tokyo Tower tells the story of how the dragon's neck was huge.

Fight such a giant monster.

With half-breed power, I know it won't even be a battle. That's why the Gandhian army left it to both Kuon and Setuna.

The overwhelming power of the dragon will be understandable to anyone if they glimpse the tragedy of this battlefield and the sea of trees. The earth is destroyed, and countless trees are crushed. Despite wielding all that power, there was no change in the dragon's movements. I can't see fatigue. If you dissipate enough power to cause so much destruction, it should normally drain.

An armed summoner must drain your spirit. Not where you won't be able to stand, but to the point where you won't be able to remain conscious.

(Is the dragon normal?)

Quon thought, once again, that the presence of the opponent was a monster. Even if it is not inexhaustible, we should assume that it possesses a mental power incomparable with that of a human armed summoner.

Mass itself, not comparable.

It was only natural that the total amount of force retained in that mass could not be compared to Quon or Setuna. It is not easy to multiply, dozens of times, etc. Wouldn't it be surprising if it possessed hundreds or thousands of times more life force?

But that's not what determines victory or defeat.

"... there's plenty of room here."

Quon set his sights back on Setuna. He looked a little surprised by what Quon said, but Quon went on without a problem.

"I'm here and I have you. There are no elements to lose. As long as I keep protecting you, you are invincible. You are invincible, and you will be untouchable. Wouldn't you?

"Yeah."

Setsuna nods in stiffness.

I can't wait to like Quon for that kind of honesty in Setsuna, but not if you're thinking about that right now.

(Can you afford it?)

That said, I realize myself worrying about something different than what I put into words.

Neither Quon nor Setuna is a dragon. I'm not a monster. I'm human. Mental strength is not inexhaustible, and there are limits to physical strength. It's not like we can keep fighting infinitely close. It's not like we can keep our subpoena armed for long. Soon the spirit will be exhausted, the invincible fence will be lost, and you will become defenseless. That's where I'd like to think the dragons are the same, but we shouldn't consider the possibilities any more than we don't know who the dragons are.

If we're going to defeat him, we're going to have to set up a short-term showdown. Of course, there's less need to defeat it. Buying time for Gandhian army troops to pass is the task assigned to Setuna and Kuon. If that was all, it would never have been difficult. All you have to do is keep Setuna attacking moderately and drawing the dragon's attention. As it stands, the dragon is passionate about Setuna. Just keep fighting at this rate and this task will be accomplished.

(But then you're not convinced, are you?

Kuon watched Setsuna turn her back on us.

He is wrapped in lightweight armor and holds a pitch-black spear in his hand. Her hair is black and her eyes are red. The clothes under the armor were red, and it could be said that the two colors that make him up were black and red. Black of death and red of blood. I guess it's the right color for Gandia's black spear.

It doesn't look good on you.

There's no way I can do that, even in words.

I just said that, and Setuna wouldn't even fit me in. It may not even resonate with my mind.

Still, Quon thinks about it.

(I wonder why you have to fight)

Why should an ordinary boy like Setuna have to fight such a monster? It should have been a boy like the only thing that featured bad eyesight. He should have been such a weak boy who would have lost the most if it had been a fight.

Such a boy, coincidentally summoned to another world, was in a position to be sent to the forefront of a battlefield washing blood with blood.

I'm fine.

I am confident and proud to live everywhere. It's Quong who created himself to be that kind of person. There was no despair, even if it was thrown out by different worlds. If there's no way back, I've decided to live in this world.

(How about you?

Setsuna looks up at the dragon with her back to this one. Black dragons also only keep an eye on Setuna. It doesn't look like Quong is in my eyes. Naturally. Quon is not attacking and is not even a threat to the Dragon.

I guess you also understand what it means to have imitated the ability of the Shield of Messiah, but Setuna would be the first one to defeat it. Setuna's black spear is somewhat scratched on the dragon's flesh.

Nevertheless, as long as there is a shield barrier, Setuna cannot be harmed. Having recognized that fact, is the dragon concentrating on Setuna? No, even if I knew, I couldn't help but prioritize the elimination of Setuna. Leaving Setuna to defeat Quong, the Lord of Shields, can only mean being prepared for a great deal of bleeding.

(I wonder what you think in this other world)

Quon narrowed his eyes, realizing Setuna's back was looking bigger one or two times. In this other world, he has changed. There are no more scratchy puppies that Kuon couldn't have lived without reaching out.

No, there are more wounds right now. They've always fought in such a way that it's not an exaggeration to be full of creativity. There were Gandia soldiers who argued that it was the black spear of the black spear, but it was self-evident that they could not fight that way.

That's why you can't even change the way he does to Quon. He has his way of life, his way of fighting. There is no room for Quon to intervene there. Because he no longer belongs to Quon.

(You should be happy, Quon)

Setsuna finally found herself in this world. Make your place, your way of life, your being.

"Quon, I'm in charge of defense."

"Oh, oh."

Suddenly called his name, Quon panicked. My voice was rubbing up, but I want to believe Setuna didn't notice.

I'll take care of the attack.

So he was, like, yelling.