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

It was the existence of a different world summoned by a spell that Setuna came to this world and chanted as it was said to Azmaria, and it became something that had to be for Setuna. Without the black spear, Setuna would have drowned wild. First of all, he would have died in the battle against a flock of breeks. If we can get past the Bleaks, Lancaine is killing us. Burning in righteousness, he would have died.

Now, it was because of him that I could live like this. I was able to defeat Lancaine because he was there, and I was blessed to meet Faria, and to patrol the Lord named Leongand. It was all thanks to the mighty power hidden in the black spear Chaos Blinger, who came through numerous battles. Whenever I could, I could count on his help. With extra force to make up for Setuna's immaturity, he overwhelmed his enemies. Whatever the predicament, I was able to grasp the raw because this spear encloses immense power.

All the time, the power of the black spear was the only one I could count on.

"I know. You want me to do something about it myself. I know that."

Even if I know, Setsuna understands that there's nothing she can do about it. So much so that I know, I know.

There is a desperate reality. There are overwhelming walls that cannot be covered. The walls were too thick and didn't seem to tear. Though I tried to get into the inside of the wall, there was a wall just the same thickness on the inside, and it went down the way.

That's what I knew.

Many times, he snaps.

"I knew it."

Put your strength into both hands holding the pattern. Black spear pattern. Until now, the feel of the pattern, which has been squeezed repeatedly, only returns the same chill to Setuna as usual. I don't mock you, I don't push you away. As usual, with the same cold as usual, it conveys power from Setuna's palm to his entire body.

What brings chaos (chaos bringer).

Was it at the end of the Logner War that you named it that way?

Was it a return of interest to Lancaine, or not?

For the first time in Setuna's life, a man named Lancaine-Bunell had a clear hostility. The battle against Lancaine in the burning Karan is unforgettable. In the flames, as he was dying, the victory he had painstakingly handed had spilled out of his palm at the next moment. I was aware of death. I didn't want to die, but I thought I had no choice. In awe of my idiocy additions and subtractions. While I was stunned by the too short of my life.

I thought the flames would burn me to death.

But he didn't die. A lucky encounter held Setuna's life back in this world. Even if we had to kill numerous people as a result, it would be a joy. He's alive. If we live, we can also feel happy.

Thus, Setuna sang a raw song in this world. Song, maybe I haven't done enough. I've only been killing my enemies, as my lord commands. But still, it's true that we've had plenty of time.

There were many encounters, there were farewells, there were battles.

And now, I'm in the middle of a battle.

"I've never done anything on my own before."

Setuna snapped, as she told herself.

Nearly three months have passed since Iles Valle summoned me. Most of the memories of the world I was born and raised in had faded. Even my mother's face, there's something I can't remember these days. Every day of battle fills my memory. It must have gotten old, sinking deep into the brain, in turn from memory that was deemed unnecessary.

I don't think I could accomplish anything because my memories of what I accomplished have sinked. If you had accomplished something, it must have stayed, as a glorious reminder. Not so long ago, memories in that world have borne fruit with rarity.

All of a sudden, there was no fear that it would be rewritten in the memory of this side, but there was no time to be held back by the memories of the world over there. Besides, I don't have enough beautiful memories to drown. If there is, it's about everyday with my mother, but that's just a common daily occurrence. It is not a glorious memory, etc. And they, too, have become out of reach.

Everything's gone away.

This is a different world.

(Sounds different)

Setuna smiled bitterly.

This is the body of an alien creature. Organs on scaffolding, looking up at the heart. What illuminates the heart with the beat is the vast space in the body, a creepy mix of organs and organs to see. On the surface of the organ are stretched the barriers of the same principle as the Shield of Messiah barrier. With the power of Setuna, an invincible barrier that will never be broken.

But we have to break it. If we don't break through the fence, we can't take down the dragon. The inability to defeat the dragon means that the Setunas will lose. It means they'll kill you.

Setuna can escape. With the ability to metastasize, you will be able to escape anywhere. But what happens to Quong? Quon drained his spirit and fell unconscious. They are exposed to defenselessness in a desolate battlefield. His life will be over when the Dragon stops searching for Setuna and turns hostile to Quon.

Setsuna glanced at the cutting edge when she laid out the spear. From the pitch-black spear that rises in the darkness, you can sense a tremendous stream of power. The power hidden in Chaos Bringer is enormous. Even Miliu, an armed summoner trained more extensively than Setuna, was unable to control the black spear. And with black spears and artifacts in his hands, Setuna experienced the true power of Chaos Bringer.

Is it because Setsuna is immature that she has so much power, yet has not exhausted that power?

"I have the power. Extremely powerful."

I just put it into words, and I'm not getting a response. Still, Setuna just has to keep each one going.

"We just need the strength to pierce the dragon's shield and break through the heart."

It looked like light ran on the surface of a black spear. No, it's not an eye illusion or anything. Red rays run innumerable and pitch-black spears are colored red red red. Red light. A red, faint (crude) light, as if it were blood, carves countless lines on the surface of a pitch-black spear. I feel a strong will. Does that have to be the will of a black spear, for example, that you are responding to Setuna's call?

Summoning armed, willing. It doesn't seem to be an exaggeration when it comes to creatures, and that's something I've realized more than once. And the black dragon that makes up the dragon's half is the figure of the incarnation of the black spear that appeared in Setuna's dream. Maybe the black spear is what it is, the black dragon. In the world it should be, it may reign as a black dragon.

Unexpectedly, there was a feeling of distant consciousness. When I wondered if it had darkened in front of me, I could no longer hear the heart of the dragon, nor could I see the brightness of the light. It is the darkness of darkness that fills my vision, and only the red light that floats in darkness sees Setuna.

I'm watching.

Feeling the obvious gaze, Setuna was puzzled. I have no idea where this place is or what's going on and how I'm here. There's something I have to do. We must destroy the dragon's heart and destroy it immediately. Otherwise, the Quon will be harmed. I won't be able to protect Kuon. In agony, Setuna heard her voice.

"Why?"

"Huh...?

The voice was heard from the red light. Heavy, deep, sinking voices everywhere shook my heart just once I heard them. I sensibly found a hole called a hole in my whole body. I am in awe. It wasn't an intimidating voice. Instead, it was calm and indissoluble in its tender way, Setuna warned.

The light, red, faint.

It was the same brilliance as the light that was running like a blood vessel on the surface of a black spear. I mean, it's a black spear light, and he figured this might be a fantasy that Chaos Bringer would show.