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

I waited for the hour.

I kept waiting, from when I got the dark black mask in my hand, to today, to this moment.

The Dark Black Mask is a subpoena armed with mighty power. Ability to blur the boundaries of life and death and embody despair in the form of "reapers”. Ability to lend strength to the desperate and to take the form of a mask. Weaponized subpoena armaments in different worlds have peculiar abilities, but the ability of masks of dispersal can be said to be a colorful addition to such subpoenas.

What he grasped when he summoned the Mask of Dispair and understood its power was that, with this power, it was not impossible to take away the fear of Arge Ray-Gibelle either.

The main personable Arge was extremely cautious and constantly disturbed by anxiety. That stems from my precarious position. Gibbel is a small country. When compared to neighboring Zalwarn, the difference between the forces, funds and resources that could be mobilized - the national power - is historical, and from the time Zalwarn put Logner under his control, Arge had to remain frightened by the shadow of Zalwarn's invasion.

No, he genuinely recognized Zalwarn as his enemy, perhaps more than before, when it became clear that Zalwarn controlled Melisol and kept his entry to the east in his chest. Anyway, more than having a powerful country next to Zalwarn, Gibbell was in a state of constant threat.

Most importantly, given that he was born even further back than that, everything must have been attributed to Arge being the bearer of a delicate and fragile mind.

He must protect Arge.

He was born only to protect his personality called Arge.

Craig Zem-Midnas.

With his birth, he understood what he should do. I also learned the art of armed summons because I thought that would help protect Arge. He was self-taught, but the subpoena armed responded to his call. That was the mask of dispensation, and mastery of armed summoning was neither a cause nor anything difficult for him.

He used the power of the dark black mask to try to save Arge from despair. With all this power, that's not impossible either. That's what I was thinking, and in fact, things went exactly as he thought. Assassinating Arge's political enemies would have been easy if he had used the Reaper troops he had organized independently. Without enemies in the country, Arge's anxiety is reduced.

That's how I should have stabilized Arge's mind.

When Arge is confident and independent, he will be able to finish the role, disappear and lose it. That's fine. That's what he meant by birth. I wasn't even sad. I wasn't even lonely. It came from the abyss of despair. I'm not letting you hold my heart.

But something unforeseen happened.

Gandhia's leap.

Gandhia, when he lowered his logner, stabilized Zalwarn as if to gain momentum and reigned as the biggest nation in the neighborhood. It was Alju who lost his temper to this. Zalwarn's threat turned into that of Gandhia. Gandhia is of worse quality than Zalwarn because he acts faster and chooses no means compared to Zalwarn, who is heavier in hips and slower in movement. General Hermain-Sector was also baffled because Arge offered Gandia the summaada he had taken during the Zalwarn war, saying let's be respectful, etc.

To Arge, Gandhia, the lion who defeated a giant dragon named Zalwarn, probably seemed too horrible.

Of course, there was no way I could have used the Reaper Squad to let go of the fallen Sumaada.

And the invasion of Berel. This ended halfway through the results as Gandhia sent his supreme force, The Lion's Tail, to Berel. Without even Gandia's intervention, it was thought that Zibel's national territory would expand, its military might increase, and the seeds of Arge's anxiety would decrease, but rather Arge's anxiety increased dramatically.

I feared hostility with Gandia.

Gandia has a black spear.

Black spear setuna.

He was to witness a black spear battle with that boy at the Royal Palace in Gandia. And that was the beginning of it all.

I understand.

Meaning of the dark black mask.

Why the Dark Black Mask was summoned by his naive manipulation. Has it helped him? I understood everything and was convinced.

The Dark Black Mask was waiting for this moment.

When you run into a black spear.

When you destroy the black spear and get all of the power hidden within it.

And he waited for time.

Shortly after the battle with Kruselk is over and the threat of the Demon King is gone.

Everyone is relieved and distracted moments.

He was in Haska. But I could see everything Lem Wau-Marlow saw, and I could hear everything I heard. It also turns out that the battle for the Xenokis Fortress is over and the threat of the Demon King has been eliminated. The Imperial Demon, gathering in Kruselk, has begun to retreat. There is no need to fear the Demon King's Army anymore. We no longer rely on the power of black spears.

The time has come.

He unleashed the greatest power of the Mask of Dispair.

In the dark, I was feeling gravity.

It's not like drifting through a gravity-free space in the dark, but the feeling of falling to the bottom of a dark space. I had that feeling, like being held in the girl's arms and even being taken to the bottom of hell. In fact, the girl is holding me. Reaper number. Rem Wau-Marlow. Those eyes are vain and I don't know what I'm thinking. Darkness of despair.

If you're the Reaper, you're the Underworld.

Though there was no great difference between the underworld and hell, etc., Setuna was relieved that there was a black spear in her hand. As long as I have the chaos bringer in my hand, I'll be able to cut through whatever happens. Certainty does not come from leeway. It is a trust in Chaos Bringer and a track record of black spears. You don't believe in the power of spears that have dived through numerous dead lines, what do you believe in?

Eventually, they reached the bottom of the darkness, colliding from Rem's back. The shock even passed to Setuna, but Rem didn't even utter a distressing voice. I'm suspicious of how she's turned out like an untold doll.

I got up looking at Rem and it was odd that she was still unresponsive. A regular girlfriend would have emitted one or two sarcasms against Setuna, all the more so if she was the original lem. Something is wrong.

No, it couldn't have been weird.

Setsuna was sucked into her shadow.

Lem's shadow.

Maybe it's better like the Shadow of Reaper.

Rem had taken his weapon out of his shadow or had “Reaper” appear. I'm pretty sure he has abilities about shadows. It is also clear from her mask that it is not an alien like the Aryans, but the same ability as the summoning armed. The black lion mask was homogeneous to the summoning armed. Most importantly, Rem himself is not an armed summoner, nor does he admit that the mask is a summoning weapon.

When Setuna stood up, Lem also slowly stood up. How mechanical its behavior was, and not at all humane, Setsuna couldn't help but wonder. Something is definitely happening to her. And there seemed to be no doubt that it had something to do with this space.

All around, the darkness is covered. Starred darkness. I was able to breathe. Maybe it's natural because it's not underwater or vacuum.

"Finally."

The voice I heard sounded. echoed multiple times. Not because this space is small, but because it's something special. There is no compression due to narrowness. There is discomfort and heterogeneity. A gravitational darkness tangles all over Setuna, stroking her nerves back.

"Finally, I can fight you"

An object appears blacker than darkness ahead. The object forms the shape of the human body while it is watching. A person wearing a black mask. Both the shape of the mask and the small body shape coincided with the figure in the memory. Blackened on black mask. The appearance Reaper deserves.

"No, I can kill you, should I?"

"Craig Zem-Midnas"

Setsuna set a black spear. It was as advised by the black spear. There were enemies. Plus, he was sneaking right up to the side. I've been pointing my men, not at them.

Surveillance under the name of escort.

I see that, too. Everyone was concerned and questioning the existence of Rem. Setuna was always on guard, too, and that's why she was falling asleep. If I slept first, she could have fallen asleep.

"You knew that, too. I should have known that I was your enemy. Someday you would have understood that it was something to fight for. So you must have been wary of Rem, huh?

"... I couldn't identify you until the end."

"The black spear didn't tell me anything!

Craig jumps. Heading this way, they'll kill us.

"I knew you would!

Setsuna flew to the right and flew away. On the left was Rem. Rem remains standing like a doll.

"Is yours the same as a black spear! Lance of Designer and!"

Craig turned this way with the landing. Holding it in your hand is a sickle. Sickle in the same shape as Rem. Maybe Craig is the original owner.

(You're just like Wayne!

Setuna took Craig's attack at the tip of the spear, screaming in her heart. It's a powerful blow. Relax even for a moment, there is no life for Setuna.

"Lance of Designer? What's that?"

"You don't know, exactly!

Shooting each other with a spear and a sickle a few times.

Setuna wrapped her tongue around Craig's power. It was as if the attack could not be predicted. I don't know where it's coming from. Dealing with slaughter is breaking bones. Pours all nerves into the defense. Not much, the attack is neglected. If this attack is neglected, then naturally, Craig will be able to focus all his efforts on the offense. Enemy attacks become harsh and this one is on the defensive side.

It was a unilateral but fierce offensive.

I felt the flow when I was close to infinity in just a few moments.

"I don't know. But that doesn't matter. As long as you get the power of a black spear, it doesn't matter. If only the power of the Black Spear were mine, the day would come when Gibbel would be the champion of a small group of nations!

"Let it be!

Setuna swung through the spear with her temper. The sharp slaughter cut off was starved darkness, and Craig, far rearward, was retreating.

"Nice temper. But this is my world. You're no better than you are."

That's how he threw the Great Sickle to Rem. Five signs appear around Craig as Rem receives the Great Sickle. Five men from the Reaper to the Land. Each wore a different mask and had a different score in his hands. And the Reaper embodies it. Black aliens melting in the darkness. The number of enemies has doubled.

"Quantitative disadvantage is usual."

Setsuna laughed invincibly.