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

"Damn it, one of you put your fight behind you."

The Great Swordsman's knight pulled his fist, which had been bumped with a black spear, to take his time or to fly away. Then I opened and held my right hand. Perhaps to ascertain your senses. As far as the surroundings are concerned, the man, he's been smashing through the aisle walls. It must have been its right fist that destroyed the wall. It's like it was a man's fight to punch with his fist. No matter, it's not just a fist. It's a fist with strange powers, special powers. The blow was heavy enough to paralyse Setuna's hands holding the black spear.

Setsuna doesn't spread the word. Until Sheila and the others escaped the range of attack of the man in front of them, they couldn't keep an eye on this man for a moment or so. An instant gap is a lifesaver. It's literally Sheila's life-threatening problem. Setuna was paying attention to the man's trends, keeping his mind tight.

The man is much longer and more physically fit than Setuna, a figure whose whole body is covered with muscle armor. I don't even know to use my fist as a weapon, but I guess I owe it to that special ability to throw away the Great Sword and try to fight with my fist until I do. It's not the ability to subpoena arms, etc., which can also be seen from the fact that he's not wearing all sorts of protective gear. Special abilities.

The story was that Benoagard spies who engaged Lem also had strange powers. He said he prevented the Reaper attack with his bare hands, and at that time, there was a phenomenon that looked like metal bumped into each other. That's exactly what happened. Black spears and man's fists clashed, sparks scattered. Heavy clash noises are still in my ears. I'm not just sorry if I eat properly.

The man is smiling. A fierce grin. The feeling that you are witnessing a frenzied monster is not so much an illusion. The fact that he is a tougher opponent than the Imperial Demon can be judged only by his standing.

"You look happy instead."

"Oh, I'm glad. I like to fight, I like to fight, I can't stop."

When the man finished checking his hand, he gently set his fist up. It's a structure full of gaps, but if you try to poke that gap, you're sure to eat a handached counterattack. The gap is made deliberately. Gaps to invite enemy attacks. This means that the man is proud to be skilled enough to respond to the attack on that gap.

"But hey, you can't call it a fight to ravage unilaterally, can you?

The man's words sounded both self-derisive and sarcastic to Setuna. When it comes to the history of the Battle of Setuna, it's all unilateral ravages by black spears. Of course, some of them are dead fights. Even if you have a black spear with tremendous power, you can be in distress, and you've struggled. But throughout, there are more one-sided, if not even genocidal, battles. So Setuna affirmed his words.

"... oh"

"That's why I always have to keep my powers down. Keep your strength down, keep it down, keep it down, keep it down, keep it up with the miscellaneous fish."

"Right."

Now, I didn't affirm it.

No matter how weak the enemy is or how brittle the enemy is, Setuna will not fight to suppress the power of the black spear. Of course, less can be done, but it is only a measure to reduce the strain on oneself and to reduce wear and tear. If you can always fight with all your might, I'm sure you will. I think I have to.

If you lose your strength, if you lose your hand, the harm will be done to your allies.

The fact that he did not stab his enemies in the balls, thus causing much damage to his allies, leads to Setuna's idea of doing so. If the enemy has completely lost his temper, there is still no reason to suppress it.

Differences of opinion are also inevitable, as men are not in the same position and for different reasons to fight.

"But you don't seem to have to restrain yourself. Permission... well, you can take it later."

The man, so to speak, changed his mind. Transform from a structure full of gaps to a structure in which no gaps can be found. Transformation. I'm glad to call it exactly transformation. There is the kind of horror that the monster represented who it was. Both fists lit up. I can see his earnestness where it's not just his right hand.

Setsuna stood half-hearted, but she couldn't concentrate her consciousness just forward. Because signs have appeared in the rear.

"Not good."

The voice is heard and remembered in the arena. A bowman.

"Oh? Oh, my God, you're here."

"Don't forget your purpose. Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt. Our purpose is to..."

"The murder of Princess Sheila, right? I know."

The man with the light fist has looked to Setuna when he told him like he was out and blocked the bowman's words. Again, I'm laughing.

(Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt...... or)

I rebelled in my chest to remember my name. Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt. It's a long name, but according to the knowledge Setuna has gained so far, it will mean Knight Bain as the grandson of the Byre of the Lanacourt family. Because Bell was supposed to be an ancient word meaning grandson, Zan, a knight. In other words, he was undoubtedly the knight of Benoagard, and both the bowman speaking in an equal tone with him and the swordsman who could obey them must have been knights.

"But hey, this guy's gonna get in the way. Besides, it's depressingly strong. It's impossible to kill Princess Sheila unless we hit each other in the front and get rid of her."

"That's an excuse."

"Heh... you know exactly what I mean"

"Damn, it's trouble."

"That's good, but I'm intrigued."

Setuna glanced behind Bain's delightful words. There was a bowman figure in the aisle illuminated by demonic crystal lamps. A brilliant face may be the opposite of Bain's. The only reason he doesn't pack his distance is because he specializes in ranged attacks. I'll have to be prepared for one or two shots by the time this one fills the distance with him. That's all in between.

In contrast, the only thing between you and Bain is a flying distance. Distance reached in one flight. It was the interval at which each other's blows would arrive, and it was necessary to keep our consciousness focused at all times so that we could respond whenever we were attacked. That hasn't changed since we started fighting the knights.

If the concentration of consciousness breaks even for a moment, that's it.

"That's right... I think I want to be sure that His Excellency the Captain is strong enough to be interested"

"Right?"

"Fair enough. To Princess Sheila, that one is hitting me. It's not a bad hand for us to keep him here."

"You see."

"What?"

"You should leave everything to Sid."

"... not at all"

(Sid...... is that the guy)

Setuna, from the conversation between the two, thought of the swordsman's face. Just one guy who always had a cold look on his face. I remember being a skillful sword user and following black spears at an awesome rate. It might not have been impossible to defeat him if he had done all he could, but under that circumstance, he couldn't have done all he could. If you can use your powers, if you can't defeat them, you won't be able to deal with them. Regardless of who I am, protecting Sheila is what Setuna needs to do now. I don't care about defeating the enemy or anything. And there's no point in defeating the knights of Benoagard. We just need to turn Benoagard against our enemies and not make the current situation, the relationship between Benoagard and Gandia, worse. Benoagard is sending spies to Gandia, but that's what every country does. Even Gandhia is spreading spies around the surrounding countries, and they strategize by the information they bring. It's natural in this warring world, and to that extent, we don't feel enemies at all.

But if a man in as many positions as Setuna murdered the knight of Benoagard, the story changes. Benoagard will expose his hostility to Gandhia, and relations between the two countries can suck at once. I mean, you can't kill him. That's why if you add or subtract poorly, this one can do it. Even beyond that, he doesn't seem to intend to kill Setuna.

It's Sheila they're trying to kill. Sheila is the only one being targeted. The man known as Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacoat and the bowman, stop. A pawn just to keep the nasty enemy named Setuna the Black Spear in check. A knight named Sid is after Sheila.

(My purpose is to protect Sheila)

Setuna put her strength into the spear-shaking hand when she confirmed her purpose in her chest. My leg hurts. Because I ripped it for space transfer. but there is no problem. If we were to continue the fight, this wound would literally pull our legs, but more pain to this extent than it turns out to make sense to stay on the spot, whatever.

Setsuna glanced behind her back. The bowman has a bow. The light lights up. It is also clear from its simple structure that his bow is not a subpoena armed. A subpoena is a complex decoration, no matter how weak it may be. I mean, what the arrow is glowing at is his ability. The Knight of Benoagard, apparently, possesses strange abilities.

"I'm not looking at anything!

When I wondered if the killer had swelled in the direction of progress, the calorific pressure was imminent in front of Setuna in an instant. When you turn around, Bain's fist is at an angle that punches him through the head. but an unconsciously reacting black spear had a stone poke embedded in Bain's empty belly, and his light-bearing fist never destroyed Setuna's head. Moments, Setuna flows to the left. When I wondered if the light had pierced my vision, Bain's hair smelled burnt. A bowman's arrow.

"Rowfa, it's me!

"With things."

"I'm just kidding."

Bain's anger stopped being heard because Setuna activated the space transfer. Spatial transfer is one of the abilities of black spears. I need blood as a mediator, but that blood was good for my own blood. Setsuna tore her right thigh shallow by swirling the spear. At the moment of bleeding, I saw a dim passage in the blood. Immediately after, there was a feeling that the space would be distorted and isolated from the world. And the illusion of being back in the world again. No, I don't know if I can call that an illusion. Either way, the space transfer succeeded and Setuna succeeded in shaking off the Knight of Bain and Rowfa.

And he was thrown out in the dark.

In the dark, it is nevertheless possible to accurately grasp the expanse of space thanks to the supersensation aided by black spears. Sharpened vision, hearing, smell and tactile perception make the vast and complex creation of underground passages aware. I thought I heard footsteps, and I saw the light approaching.

"Be careful, someone's here"

"Oh, my God..."

It was Sheila who called for vigilance. She has unleashed the Heart of Beast since she raided the execution venue. She also seems to have been able to recognize this one thanks to the super sensation caused by the subpoena armed. Incomplete perceptions, however, seem to have remained a call for vigilance. Sheila's call turns her footsteps into cautious footsteps that I'm glad she just walked with all her might.

Setuna ran in the direction that the light of the portable demonic crystal lamp illuminated in order to stay on the spot and stop waiting and get close to them. The distance was not far. Soon you will see the light of multiple demonic crystal lamps. It didn't take long to bowl it in.

In the light, there is one shadow that pops up.

"Who!

It's Sheila.

Set up a Heart of Beast, stare at this one with full vigilance, and be stunned.

"... what, setuna!?

As Sheila surprised herself with all her might, she saw Feilong lift her long neck over her right shoulder. He was emitting a beautiful green light in him, and it also seemed like he was serving to secure Sheila's vision. In fact, it is unclear what it glows about.

"Oh, Lord, are you all right?"

"Come on, you were my husband! I lost my guard."

Esque-Soma and his men approach slowly. Narrow underground space. I hear voices and footsteps echoing in multiple ways.

"Sheila, Ragna, Esq... are you all right"

Setsuna was relieved. but at the same time I thought I was worried too much. Whatever Bain was ahead of him, Rowfa finally caught up with him. I don't think Sid, who should have remained in the arena, like Rowfa, could reach the underground passage before Setuna. In the first place, it's hard to even think of knowing the entrance and exit of an underground passage that was kept secret by a family of windows.

That's what I thought, when I tried to make sure Sheila and the others were safe again.

"That would be so"

The voice was heard from the direction Sheila and the others had been going. Setuna sensed his signs just after she heard his voice.

"I haven't got my hands on it yet. It's decided to be safe."

It was the knights the Baines called Sid who were lit by the mercenaries' demonic crystal lamps.