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

"Shit... but hey. So, what was the intent, and you ordered Ragna to attack me?

"I should have said it. To gauge your strength."

He said, "To gauge the power, but he almost killed me."

When Setuna snapped, Ragna saw this one. Two slightly radiant eyes seemed to complain about something, but it is impossible to grasp his mood to Setuna, who is not God.

"If you hadn't beaten Ragnasia, you would have been killed. And that's just because you were weak. I'm just saying you didn't grow the way I wanted you to."

"If I die, why would I?"

Setuna waited for the demon's reaction, even as she questioned Ragna's condition of stripping her fangs and staring at Azmaria. She expects Setuna and wants the power of a black spear. Setuna's death was not supposed to be where she wanted it to be.

The woman laughed glossily. Even Setsuna's grin was overwhelming because she was an extinct beauty and dressed nearly half naked. Close to half naked - if not the usual long clothes, it wasn't dressed like the restraint clothes I was wearing this morning. It was as if to show off his own limbs, his chest and hips were prominent.

"That's when it is. If you had died while summoning a black spear, you would have picked it up and answered every time you looked for a user, and if you were sending back a black spear, you would have summoned a new black spear summoner."

Azmarian golden eyes were shining light under the darkness of the canopy. That's not like the eyes of a demon shine like the eyes of a dragon. It's just reflecting the light of the demonic crystal lamp. But that reflected light makes a more intense impression of Azmarian chilling words.

"Can anyone use black spears?"

When Setuna ironically distorted her expression, Azmaria smiled bitterly. I'll tell you chilly.

"In the first place, you don't even need to be a black spear user"

Speaking of which, you just wanted power.

"Oh, it's for the world."

"Unbelievable."

"You don't have to believe me. You live your life to the fullest. I don't want to know while I'm alive. There are irrational forces that nest in this world."

Azmaria once went to Setuna. He said he needed powers like black spears and white shields to save the world from being with irrational powers.

Her claims have not changed. There is also no change in the fact that her words are truly imminent. And Setuna has learned that in this world there exists a being with unreasonable power, as she calls it. I had it, I experienced it. A guardian dragon that appeared in Zalwarn. The giant ghost that appeared in Kruselk. Something that names a god who emerged from among giant ghosts. None of them are from this world, but they are relative to Setuna by virtue of their irrational and extreme power. Although it was the guardian dragon and the giant ghost that could be defeated, it was not even possible for Setuna to defeat what had named God.

But they are not the only irrational beings. A witch with a luscious smile in front of her was also all she could say was irrational. If you point that out, I guess she just laughs.

The devil keeps quiet. Quiet voice. But whether you close your ears or point your consciousness at something else, a voice with such power that it definitely reaches the tympanic membrane and is carved into the cerebral cord. A voice with a beautifully polished blade-like sharpness.

"The world is shaking. The equilibrium is about to collapse. The norm breaks soon, and when it was stalled, it started moving."

"What is that? Prophecy or something?

"Something similar. And then you'll have to try a desperate battle. That's destiny."

"Destiny?

"Yes, it's fate. My setuna."

Setuna immediately dislodged the hand she had been stretching to touch her face. Most of all, the witch just laughed openly and didn't even seem to feel it working.

"Don't decide the fate of one on your own"

"You have an overwhelming power. A black spear. Something powerful comes with a certain responsibility. Naturally."

"What about you?

Ask.

The overwhelming power should be the same for Azmaria. That is what makes it even doubtful whether we can fight equally in Setuna right now. The same goes for letting Quor try to cope with his super-accelerated attacks, and his ability to overwhelm an armed summoner with his biological body was no exaggeration when it came to Superman.

What's more, Azmaria-Altemax had two names besides the alias Red Demon: Dragon Killer. She must also have a proven track record of killing dragons. It is unclear whether it was a dragon with the same power as Ragna, but at least there is no doubt that it has more power than a coarse human being.

"I will fight, too. We have to fight. I've lived for it. Over and over again, taking over the flesh, switching."

"... you, too, are really something"

Setuna, fed up, raised the same question she asked Ragna. It is also a word I have asked several times so far.

"I am Azmaria-Altemax. Nothing more or less."

"Well, I'd like to know what Azmaria-Altemax is all about."

"Then touch me. to my heart. To my soul. That way, you might know something, right?

"Shit..."

Setuna smashed her tongue as she looked at Azmaria's luscious smile. She understands her advantage. I know exactly what Setsuna can't possibly touch her with. On top of that, I snap Setuna's mind, watch her react, and enjoy herself.

(Touch it, 'cause?

Throw up all over your chest.

There was no way I could.

Of course, it's not natural to touch the skin or anything physical. I don't, but it's still not something I can do. In the first place, I don't know where her heart is, even as I touch Azmaria's. If you don't know what you're thinking, you don't know what you're thinking and what you want.

Confronting irrational forces. Resistance. I know that. But there's no way we can get any closer to Azmaria's heart than it shows what the hell it is and we don't even know what she's trying to do for it. No, if you understand, whether or not you tried to get close.

Setuna did not intend to pack a distance from Azmaria. Unlike Faria and the Milius. She must not be forgiven for her heart. If you show a gap, you will be put in as soon as possible, and everything will be taken away from you.

That kind of vigilance came from one incident at Enjour. Had Azmaria not been even the one who had lived by taking over other people's bodies, she might not have been more vigilant than this. Though I knew from the moment I was pushed away immediately after the summons that I was not the one to forgive my heart.

"What. Can't you do anything? You coward."

"What do you want, you?"

As Setuna sighed, Azmaria gently clasped her shoulders. It's not funny or anything for Setuna, but it was probably the finest joke for the Demon. From her reaction, such intentions could be read.

"Whatever... Until then, you must survive at all costs."

"You tried to kill me, that's what I always say."

When Setuna threw up, Ragna reacted frighteningly. It's nothing to say or anything to him, but Ragna must have a loss. Setsuna even took a liking for such a ragna.

"It's Ragnasia for that."

"Ragna?

"It's a birthday gift. From me."

The demon told him, his face approaching, his burning hair covering Setuna's sight. Setuna, ignoring such a situation, sent her gaze to Ragna. Ragna remains wrapped in the hands of Setuna. It's not like Setuna is putting her power into it. It enveloped his little body with a weak force that Ragna could solve as soon as he felt like it.

"You're a gift?

"Apparently so."

"You knew?

"Of course not. In the first place, there's no reason for us dragons to follow defeated ones, is there?

Wyburn gestured as if to tread back in Setuna's hands. Setuna, naturally, half-eyed.

"Then the explanation was a lie."

"Uhm."

"No, no, no."

Setsuna returned the loving taste she had just felt, wondering if Ragna had not felt any fine dust, such as a burden.

"Besides, if there's no reason to obey a human being, why are you obeying Azmarian orders?"

"Until I obeyed the old contract."

"An ancient contract?

"It was almost five hundred years ago. I was looking for strength. I was searching for power for the upcoming showdown. A black spear with you."

(500 years...)

Setuna was stunned, rebelling against the devil's words in her chest. The fact that Azmaria has lived for hundreds of years is something we have known so far. It is also what she has stated. But once again, when it is made clear, I cannot help but be surprised. Five hundred years, isn't it the first time that you have a slight obsession to keep living just for one purpose?

"I met Ragnasia in such a fold. Five hundred years ago. Ragnasia had lost the bulk of its original power and was as weak and fruitful as it is today. I guess you made a pact with me to suck strength from me."

"Suck the power? Can you do that?"

"Uhm, otherwise, there's no reason to make a contract with a man's child."

"Then we stayed together until we abandoned the first flesh. It's been quite an interesting day."

"Sure, it wasn't bad."

"Until you abandon the first flesh, or"

"Then for hundreds of years, Ragnasia continued to accumulate power in the North. according to my covenant."

"We have to obey more than we agreed."

"So, why are you my servant again? Why don't you just use it?

"The reincarnated dragon has mighty power. If you accumulate power, that power increases indefinitely. That's the kind of creature. It can be considered an essential battle force for the upcoming showdown. But the main focus of that showdown is you, Setsuna. Losing you is what you have to fear."

That's why.

It's not the word for what I tried to kill - and, well, I stopped. Even so, it doesn't reach her ears. Giving up took the word from Setuna. I wasn't seen as a witch's glossy figure. Maybe I could have seen it, but I couldn't have felt that way either. Important things about my life are unfolding in front of me. Ignore it, keep an eye on her nudity, etc., it's impossible.

"Ragnasia will protect you. You must fight through the harsh raw."

Azmaria, so to speak, stood up on the spot. The futon slips off to peel off her hips, revealing her fleshy limbs. I don't know why I'm half naked. Most importantly, what makes no sense and can be described as a disjunction is nothing that started in that outfit. The very existence of Azmaria must not have seemed somewhere disjointed.

Isn't it contradictory?

She stretched her long, white arms toward the void. Rich breasts just wobbled with all that motion. Ripples arise in the void at your fingertips. The ripples of light eventually take on a definite contour and give rise to a clear shape. The gate appeared. The beautifully decorated gates were very different in shape from the gates Setuna had ever seen, but would undoubtedly be the gates of a million worlds (Gate of Vermillion). The Gate of Vermillion seemed to have countless forms, changing its shape every time she summoned it.

Azmaria glanced at this one when she touched the gate of the Vermillion.

"Live well, Setsuna"

Along with the words I heard one day, Azmaria's beauty was sucked into the gate. And the Gate of Vermillion also melts into the void and disappears.

Setuna looked at the vanished void of the Gate of Vermillion, often blindly.

"I will protect you. Don't worry."

A little dragon in Setuna's hand somehow went great. Kick it off.

"I can't."

"Why not!

Setuna sighed against the dragon, who had been yelling with enough momentum to erupt the fire.

"If you're connected to Azmaria, you can't trust her."

"Why did you worry about that?

"What the hell. Of course not."

Setuna released the dragon from her hand as she brought both hands to her chest. I'm simply tired of my arms. I kept putting it up all the time while I was talking to Azmaria. You'll also get tired. Then, flip over and move over the sleeping table. The dragon fell off his chest and screamed, but silenced him. And bury your face in the pillow. Then Wyburn came down to Setuna's sight. To his rounded body shape, it was neither majestic nor anything, but he treads back and forth greatly, not knowing what he looks like.

"Hehe... don't worry, you heard the order to change the Lord, your contract with that one is out of order"

Is that true?

"You still doubt that? How can you trust me?"

"If you want me to trust you, you're going to show it in an attitude."

"Mmmmmm... not a glimmer"

"Naturally."

Setsuna had noticed herself, albeit well, not even slightly dusty about Ragna. Because he seemed like a trustworthy dragon so far as his attitude, words and deeds were combined. At least, it doesn't look like Azmaria has some sort of order. I couldn't seem to hide anything from this dragon. Regardless, that could be a misunderstanding. Actually, Ragnasia is a dragon good at rape wisdom, with prospects such as Setuna's thoughts, and maybe she's been outspoken. It's not impossible.

but.

(Hey)

Setsuna decided that she was all worried about Xiaolong holding her head next to her pillow and thinking about it.