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

"After all, the miscellaneous fish are miscellaneous."

Shrel-Coder snapped as he held the sword in both hands and left it in the mood. There is not a single soldier on my side around. On the contrary, there was no one human. All the Imperial Demons surround him. Skeleton beast on the fourth little Imperial devil, silver bird on the green little ghost. There are not many human-shaped monsters either. Resbell, Bethbell, Lyuhubs, Willedo. A wide variety of Imperial Demons had besieged him under the banner of the Demon King.

Isolated helplessness is this, but hopefully, he was creating this situation.

"You can't rely on mutton fish."

He had just reason to call an ally general a miscellaneous fish.

The enemy is a number of Imperial Demons. The Imperial Demon has the power that the whole thing cannot compare to a human being. The difference in the forces that are born with them opens up even more as they grow, so there's no choice. The seeds are different. No matter how much humans work out, they are no match for wild beasts. Where humans have gained so much training and combat experience, they cannot surpass the Imperial Devil, etc.

Some Supermen seem to be able to fathom the Imperial Devil as well, but cannot ask all generals for such exceptions.

That's why we need a monster like Shrell. Heterogeneity owners, like Shrel-Coder and Vizen-Norn, become important.

Although he is not the only one active on this battlefield.

"The Amulet of the Miscellaneous Fish means we should leave it to the Armed Summoner."

Grab the sword pattern of both hands and set it up. The surrounding Imperial Demons had broken this equilibrium most of the time, causing the killing to rise to the point where they were about to fly.

When the bratails roared, the roar echoed multiple times. The surrounding Gresbel moved out in unison. I'm packing up an intermission from all sides, but I'll also confirm that the bleak started generating thunderballs in the rear.

Shrell narrowed his eyes.

Stepping in, letting Gresbel jump in from the front take a potato knife, rubbing through its sides without even confirming that the little one was desperate, and sticking his sword tip in the face of the bleak he was charging. Bratail bites from left to right, but when he waves his arms and slashes him down almost simultaneously, he advanced further. Into the crowd of Imperial Demons. Bleek's lightning strike was a threat, but so was this that he could be rendered powerless. Bleek or any other Imperial Demon, you will not attack to involve your fellow Demon Kings.

An Imperial Demon is a generic name for various creatures. Bleek and Bethbell are completely different creatures, as are Bratail and Gresbel. There is no such thing as cooperating and attacking humans, but putting up a joint front, which is unlikely to be anything but coincidence. There couldn't have been a sense of fellowship or anything.

But the Imperial Demons of Kruselk, whether it was because of their military training or because of the powerful reign of the Demon King, had a strong sense of companionship and sometimes sheltered their dying companions, sometimes attacking them in tandem. That's important in sealing a wide-ranging attack like Bleek's thunderball. Neither Resbell nor Bethbell can carry out a long-range attack of their own. If the Imperial Demons had no sense of fellowship, the battlefield would have been more chaotic, and this one could have been destroyed by the attacks of the Imperial Demons without vision.

Flying and avoiding the fist Bethbell has been swinging down, he lands on that thick arm. Blue ghosts don't miss a moment of flashness and snap their necks, jump again. He chopped up the surrounding Imperial Demon by landing in the void just ahead and wielding his two-handed sword in a taunt as he crouched Resbel's leg, which had stretched from behind him. Shrell jumped right off the scene, feeling a fierce willingness to kill, as a voice echoed that could neither scream nor anger. Neither leaps beyond human common sense, nor fights, can be but because they are in tune with Vizen-Norn.

Ability expressed by being treated with a foreign method. It is said to be alien. Diffusion of foreign laws, many human beings with such abilities were born, but many were destroyed by self, dying or in the same state as the dead. Shrell and Vizen are alive for nothing but luck.

The explosion destroyed the space where Shrell stood until just now. A small Imperial demon around it is caught in an explosion and blown away. This is what happens when it comes to the original actions of the Imperial Demon.

Shrell saw pitch black in the blast flames that rose as he landed. It gradually forms the shape of a person. No, it's not human or anything. It's a ghost. Black, ghost.

"This guy, that time...!

Unlike both Resbel and Bethbell, the figure of a ghost armored by a pitch-black outer skin is burned vividly into Shrell's memory. He had more ferocious powers than just the Imperial Demon, but he wasn't necessarily the opponent he couldn't defeat. I got away with it, but Shrell should have been the dominant one all the time.

The ghost, looking at this one, seemed to distort his expression. Open your mouth. The fangs peeked.

"Do you remember me?"

"I can talk. Heh..."

While he raised his voice of admiration, Shrell admitted that an unpleasant sweat was flowing on his back. I had never even heard of the Imperial Demon unraveling and speaking human language. The impossibility that the Imperial Demon and man could negotiate, for example, was common sense created over a period of five hundred years, and no one questioned that. Where I suspected, no new facts were ever discovered that would overshadow that common sense.

Because man and the Imperial Devil hated each other and were only related to killing each other. No, there would have been a greater proportion of humans being killed unilaterally.

The invention of armed summoning by Azmaria-Altemax and the subsequent birth of the Association of Continental Summoners, as well as the spread of armed summoning, seem to be trying to make a difference in the strong and weak relationship between the Imperial Devil and man. Armed summoners, even as a force to bring the continent back into human hands, are expected. Most recently, armed summoners began to be used heavily in small groups of countries, and often as a force of war.

That's what we talked about.

Anyway, what the Imperial Demon understands and says about the common language of the continent was nothing but shock. What did not confuse me was the great influence of tuning. It's not just your overwhelming physical abilities that you get in tune with Vizen.

"I remember the words. If you don't, you won't be able to master."

"Master..."

"Armed summons, learned. To defeat you."

The black ghost has put his hands up. A distorted blue armor is attached to both of its vicious hands. That's what I didn't see in the battle at Reuben. If you believe his word, it means his subpoena armed.

Shrell glanced around with tension. The surrounding Imperial Devil was still motionless, keeping his attention to Shrell, waiting even for the decree of the Black Ghost. Maybe the black ghost is the commander. At least, it must be in a higher position than any other Imperial Demon.

"You've enjoyed losing to us."

"Yes."

(Just admit it. That's a pain in the ass)

Shrell reassembled the sword of both hands to see how the opponent came out. I thought the provocation was no more pointless than the word makes sense, but apparently it was useless to black ghosts. The red eyes of the black ghost are gleaming and burning.

"I am Sarah, a warrior of the Ga clan! Slaughtering you, snowflake the stigma of the battle ahead!

A black ghost kicked the ground with temper. The shock runs into the earth so much that earthly smoke strikes. At the same time, ghosts were jumping on shrells at arrowy speeds. The time runs out in an instant and the blue armor is imminent.

"A samurai?

Crushing unconsciously, Shrell swirled his two-handed sword. Sparks scatter along with the clash noise - it was supposed to. but scattered was the sword of Shrell's two hands. The body of both swords was broken in two. Left and right, it was the revenge that took the simultaneous attack of both hands of the ghost around the corner. Shrell instantly crouched in and crouched his ghost arm, poking the cut of the broken sword into the ghost's belly. I'm not responding.

"Sounds like it. He's a bad Vizen."

Shrell stepped in and packed the distance when he admitted that the black ghost had jumped away. It is only a foolishness, such as dealing with a user of summoning arms and spreading the time. A broken sword cannot develop into a decent battle, but I know that a ghost blow is powerful, even in the battle at Reuben.

A ghost named Sarah also smashed the Byu-Golet sword. Given the added summoning armament there, with any sturdy weapon, it would fall to be destroyed. It could be the same thing, even if it is a subpoena armed.

I'm not denying it.

"What are you bumping into alone!

"I'm sorry, this is my personality. And I'm not alone."

Shrell told Sarah while avoiding the exhaustion of a series of attacks by her armor with only a slight physical appearance.

"You two alone"

It was Shrell herself who was uttering the word, but the consciousness that was spinning the word belonged to Shrell, to Vizen-Norn, or to the city. The alien powers expressed in Shrell and Vizen do not simply synchronize the two spirits and abilities.

"Well, every extra one will be ten or a hundred."

When Shrell threw the sword of his right hand at Sarah, he didn't miss the gap that the ghost shrugged at his body and dived into its pocket. Touch the ghost's hard skin with your right palm and push it with your breath. After a moment, the ghost's body blew away. The palm beating of the whole spirit was an attack on the gut, not the outer skin. If a ghost body has the same structure as a human being, it's effective.

"This is my enemy!

The ghost, spinning in the air, let him land on the spot. Probably the ability to summon an armed man. Otherwise, I can't explain it.

"You didn't like being hot."

Shrell wiped the sweat off his forehead as he listened to Vizen complain. Around, there are countless Imperial Demons, and black ghosts can be described as intact. This attack has limited means, and has no effect on slaughter with a broken sword or gut attack with a palm stroke.

"No hitter, I guess."

"Are you giving up on Le? Let me down!

Sarah stuck her hands out with an anger. Shrell flew to the right at Aggressive's discretion. Moments, explosions and thermal shock waves blow his body away. I heard the royal demon scream. The angry oddity, it seems, is directed at Shrell. If you can't help feeling unreasonable, but think that the Imperial Demon is the same person who can't be angry with his superiors, maybe you can learn some familiarity.

That kind of intimacy doesn't make any sense though.

What am I supposed to do with this situation?

I manage to land and turn back to fierce killing. Sarah was pointing her hands at me. Now, I flew to the left. An explosion and a thermal shock wave blow the small Imperial Devil and then carry Shrell's body. Though it was the landing that failed, the pain is minor. It's better than eating a direct hit of an explosion.

A black shadow was jumping in front of me as I stood up and moved my gaze to put Sarah in my sight. The moment the ghost heel tried to determine Shrell's face, with the roar, his sight opened.

"To?"

Shrell blinked, not knowing what had happened. Blood smoke smears my vision red, even while I'm flashing.

I could only understand that the overwhelming violence was raising the surrounding Imperial Demons to a blood festival.

"What the heck...!

I couldn't forbid sympathy for Sarah's angry voice because Shrell, too, had feelings similar to fear.

A black spear was causing a blood storm on the battlefield.