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

But there are many enemies.

If we are besieged, we see a future that will be unilaterally crushed. Shortly after the rock wall was destroyed, a wall was built elsewhere. Handstand to prevent enemy siege also blocks magic rays. But the walls of the rock will be destroyed immediately. It is only for a moment that it acts as a barrier. I can't rely on it.

Faria lowered back as she fired a series of lightning strike arrows. The arrows that draw the parabola pour over the heads of their companions into the enemy formation. Though the thunder that rained and poured was less powerful than that blow, what was struck could no longer move as if it had been electrically shocked. It's a matter of seconds. But the gap was annoying to the enemy and a good opportunity for the allies. A long golden coat danced in the rain of thunder. Robe gold, transformed into countless blades, chops the immobile Imperial Demon, and blood smoke fills the battlefield.

The Imperial Devil has retreated.

He hated close combat with Sylvil-Swordwin. Filling the free time is a storm of magic attacks. Flames, lightning strikes, and light bullets arrive in Syville. But the attack of the Imperial Demon never captured the four great heavenly samurai. The ground at his feet protruded and stood like a giant pillar. Far overhead, Syville jumps from the top of the pillar and gently breaks through the enemy line. A golden coat flips like a wing, giving him the ability to fly. They were blatant Imperial Demons, but they immediately launched an attack on Sylville. But faster than those magic attacks reach him, Syville is reaching Merriol.

Merriol was holding back behind the main formation just in one piece. They were sending all their power to us. It's a bad idea that I decided that would do it. I looked at this one sweetly.

"Oura!"

Falia glanced at Oura the Rock Fist as she stopped the thunder rain. He's looking at this one too. The scratchy face understood this idea and hung up. Beat the armor like a rock mass itself to the ground at your feet. The power of him and of the summoning armies fluctuates through the ground, causing the very place where Pharia stands to bulge. Same thing I did to Sylville. Faria turned her gaze back to Syville and Merriol as she stepped to avoid being dropped from the rock pillar. Syville had already landed on the ground and regarded Merriol in between attacks. Merriol is laughing. The number of Imperial Demons trying to pack the distance from Sylville who packs the intermission with Merriol is two hundred all the time. It can be said that they are under siege. No, it's more right that Sylville jumped into the siege. The only way to break this situation is to destroy Merriol, and the purpose of the Assault Squad is to defeat the Commander of the Demon King's Army.

(There's no other way but to knock it down)

Falia put the Aurora Storm down horizontally, accompanied by her left hand. It's an Aurora Storm, a sign of intent to instill all the power. Summoning armies have a will. He is a creature of will. It takes a lot of preparation to draw on their power. It's also called a ritual.

The rays are coming through. There was a highly phallic overlooking the crowd of thousands of Imperial Demons from its far overhead. The Imperial Demon trying to destroy the pillars is being defeated by her people. but that would also be a matter of time. And the inability to take the time is something I knew from the beginning.

Sylville folds a series of attacks on Merriol, but Merriol lets him gracefully engage. The slaughter by the sword of robe gold, the thrust by the spear and the thrust by the hammer were all avoided. Sylville formed a giant axe in her long coat and squeezed it away, but Merriol jumped and squeezed even that. Merriol does not turn to offense. That didn't seem to be because there was no gap to get into. I'm after Sylville's shortness of breath. I am waiting for Sylville to shorten her breath and be left alone by the attack of the Imperial Demons that chase her. That's what Faria saw.

(That's bad too)

Faria was annoyed by the feeling that her spirit was diminishing, as well as making sure that the crystals, which could also be considered the wings that make up the wings of the Aurora Storm, were phosphorescent. A drain of power like I've never felt before. Maybe that's because it's not the original use of Aurora Storm. Not a lightning arrow, not a fate arrow, another ability. I have been searching for ways to use it since the Zalwarn War.

Syville's long coat expands explosively, forming countless weapons. Swords, spears, axes, hammers, and various weapons strike Merriol. Merriol activated his abilities during that operation when he recirculated the cutting tip of the spear with a cane. The crystal of the wand blinks and a mass of light appears over Syville's head. The light mass fell behind Syville and exploded.

In a world shaken by flashes and roars, Faria's five senses recognize Sylville's safety. And where Merriol is.

Faria fired an arrow from the Aurora Storm. A medium-range, high-powered thunderbolt flies towards Merriol. Did Merriol recognize this one in the smoke blast?

"Sounds like he was going to kill that man, but he was too pure."

The voice was heard up close.

"Fuck off."

"Right. I guess so."

When Faria responded, the look on Merriol's face in front of her distorted. Lyuhubs use magic. It's easy to travel through the air. Unlike humans. We have to acknowledge the overwhelming difference in force as an organism. But it wasn't like I didn't have a winner.

"Something to catch your interest in. Of course."

Faria unleashed a thunderstorm. Merriol flows right and thunderstorms. I'll fire more in a row, but Merriol's just gorgeous. He mocked.

"I thought you'd hit it if you were very close!

"No way."

Falia smiled, commanding Aurora Storm, faster than Merriol felt something and waved his wand. Countless crystals that had been scattered in advance on Merriol's evasive destination emit electric light at the same time without a moment's delay. As my vision was engulfed by a dazzling light, I heard a fierce scream. A vortex of electricity is burning down Merriol's flesh.

Faria recognized that the scream was going to be contained. In the vortex of thunder, Merriol's flesh is beginning to regenerate. It would be healing magic. Lyuhubs is coming so he can roar.

"To this extent......!

"Of course, that's not the end of it."

Faria ordered the crystals surrounding Merriol through the Aurora Storm body. The crystal pierces Merriol's body as it regenerates, pumping electric heat directly into his body. The flesh smelled burning and smoke stood in. It didn't take long for the scream to burst and it turned into an extinct demon. Burned down Merriol's body loses its stagnant power and begins to fall. The rock pillars rocked violently with it. Looking down, the attack of the Imperial Demon had just hit the rock pillar directly. Collapse. Like flying away, altitude was altitude. I just took a passive, and I won't be sorry for the minor injury. Faria was ready in the floating sensation, but she felt relieved by the golden colour that jumped into her sight. Sylville and Robe Gold.

Are you all right?

"Yes."

Faria replied, wrapped in swollen clothes. Sylville didn't have a scratch on her as if she had rushed out of the middle of an enemy formation. That's something like the Four Great Heavenly Samurai. He didn't break his soft expression as he slowly descended to the ground.

"It's Big Venus, little Faria."

"But..."

What bothered Faria was that there was no change in how the Imperial Demons were doing. Merriol should have been the commander. It was too unnatural for that commander to be defeated and unresponsive.

"No way."

"No way. My man Gibral is the one you killed with that funny summoning weapon. He's good at illusion. Sometimes he asked me to replace him."

Merriol's voice sounded exalted. The source of the voice is under the eye. Looking down, the commander of Lyuhubs had a crystal wand in front of the armed summoners. Crystals shine and light spheres arise before the eyes of Phalia and the others. The light, dazzling as a star, falls mercilessly and brings destruction.

Faria gained nothing by being wrapped in Sylville's long clothes, but she didn't know what had happened to her fellow men on the ground.

When we got off to the ground where the heat could get in, only the two of us could confirm our survival. Faria, with Sylville, there are only four survivors.

"I am not chronic. I'm not alarmed because humans are opponents. Based on the fact that we are the superior species and that you are inferior species, we are not out of hand. We would be better off on the force, on the strength. But still, if you stay alert, you'll get out. It was just an indispensable battle for such an example. I learned."

Merriol's own and complacent words may indicate a lack of clearance. In fact, I didn't see any gaps in him. The only clear gap is the gesture to invite this one to attack. And it was Falia who was invited to that gap. To demonstrate the true value of Aurora Storm, Faria was forced to drain her mental power.

"Neither the Devil's Heavenly People nor the Jailmen could have lost to you humans and others if you hadn't been chronic, if you hadn't been alert. Without God's blessing, you will not be defeated."

Behind Merriol were two Imperial Demons armed with subpoenas. There are more than a thousand Imperial Demons around it, and a complete system is laid.

(These are four......)

Only four. Besides, you two are injured and you can't fight with all your might. Syville leaves room, and Faria is not satisfied with five bodies. But we will have to recognize that the difference in power from the enemy is hopeless.

"The situation is not good. But the four great heavenly samurai give up badly. No, if you're not a bad person to give up, you're more right about not serving as the Four Great Heavenly Samurai or something. In that sense, I thought you were fit."

"... ha"

"Let's talk later. Now, the destruction of Merriol is paramount."

"Yes!

Power gushes over Syville's words. There is only one purpose. Destroy enemy commanders. It hasn't changed since the beginning. If only that could be achieved, this difference in power could also be managed.

Merriol mocked. He puts a wand on it. The light in the crystal enlarged.

"Do you still think you can kill me? It's hard."

Overhead, a huge mass of light emerges. The light, like a star instantly in the night sky, comes down as no sound, no heat, no signs, just reality.

"Indeed... it is very difficult"

The voice echoed in the back of his brain, it was not Merriol's. A more vivid, powerful voice. My heart was shaken. It's not just the mind. My legs trembled so hard that I couldn't stand on the spot, Faria sat down on the spot. A golden coat covers my sight. Sylville seemed to have expanded her robe gold significantly.

"I can't give up my strength, and I still won't give up my victory. Reckless, Innocent, Ignorant."

There were no star explosions or shocks. Not because Robe Gold protected me. Something more scratched the battlefield.

"What is this?"

It was as if the disturbed voice of Merriol showed the seriousness of the matter.

Falia was stunned with her face out of the gap in the protective wall built by Robe Gold.

The night sky was torn apart by the light.