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

"Oh, it's over"

Setuna was taking Niewe's back when the space transfer from tearing her left hand was over. Neewe's fist had cut the sky and pierced the destroyed earth, but he reacted instantly and tried to turn back to this one, but he couldn't miss that moment either. Setuna's black spear was piercing Niewe's wings and destroying them brilliantly. Setuna wondered if it was his wings that were the edge of the thurst. Wings have grown since the Edge of Thurst disappeared. That's all I've judged from, but I'm probably not wrong.

As fragments of the shattered wings scattered, Niewe stood up and stretched her right fist this way. Right fist as it remains alienated. Light fever and plunder Setuna's cheeks. My skin tore and I developed fever. The only reason I couldn't do it was because Setuna was exhausted.

"Not yet...!

I heard Niewe's fury. The look on his face as he restarts his shaken fist is nothing short of miserable. Though his wings have been broken, his heart has not been broken. That's what the glow of my left eye is saying.

Setuna put up the spear again, thinking that she might not have completely destroyed the edge of Thurst. Little room is left for this one anymore. What about Niewe? The fist ahead, I hadn't caught Setuna's head. Wouldn't Neewe have any leeway either?

"It's over, that's it"

Setsuna ran out of words. We have to end it. We should get this over with, like, the black spear and the crappy farce of their families. It must end, such as the fate of the jokes spinning many lives and ridiculing things. To do this, I should stab the Edge of Thurst with a stop, but I don't know what to do about it. Do not kill Niewe and destroy only the Edge of Surst. Can you really do that?

Can't we just destroy the wings?

I haven't even confirmed that.

That's why Setuna is not distracted and relative to Niewe, but he was so drained that even a blow that squeezed away his little power was irresistible. Niewe stares at Setuna with her alien eyes and human eyes. A burgeoning fierce enthusiasm kills, blaming Setuna by the harsh, but Setuna couldn't lose either.

"It won't end... until I kill you, it won't end...!

Niewe's gripping right fist generates heat and brings light. His expression, biting his teeth, seemed to be trying to squeeze out all of the remaining forces, and in fact, almost all of the forces left to him appeared as light on the superficial layer of the alien right half of the body, further pushing the alienation. Black horns and fangs from arms, shoulders and back reveal indescribable projections, and light lights at the tip. Though the wings were lost, his right half was more demonically alienated, more disastrous and even more devastating than where the wings were.

Setsuna thought it was like anthropomorphizing a black spear, but he wasn't just watching Niewe change again either. He made all the remaining forces suck up into black spears and tried not to arouse the power of black spears.

"Niewe!"

"Setsuna, even you should know. This is my destiny and yours!

The force gathering in Niewe's right half increases explosively. Setsuna also feels nervous about losing, but Setsuna seems to be far more in the depletion of mental power, and she was about to lose her strength. In the first place, Setuna has no reason to rival Niewe in the total amount of mental power. Niewe is a pure armed summoner and Setuna is just an amateur who calls herself an armed summoner. It's different because of the way you build your mental strength.

(Then what?)

Throw away in your chest and watch Niewe.

Red eyes rolling like blood. The red light leaking from the right eye is burning red. To whom is the wrath that swirls in his eyes directed? Setuna, or Niewe herself? Or are you provoking anger toward what he calls fate itself?

"Destiny?

"Yes. Beyond being one and the same, we must wager and fight for all existence. There's only one of us left to survive. That's destiny......!

"Oh, I don't know. I don't know."

It was the moment Setuna spit it out.

Niewe kicked the ground and Setuna responded. Neewe, who had burst into the flash as she emitted a blast of light, had bashed her shaken fist. There's no way. It's just a positive attack. But the same is true of Setuna, who is so cornered that he has no choice but to do so. Therefore, Setuna also struck the black spear in his right fist honestly. Not to kill, but to defeat.

The spear and fist clashed and the light blew up.

What happened was an explosion caused by an immense collision of forces. Explosive light surrounds Setuna and Niewe like a flood, and the impulse of destruction pierces everything. Pierce the flesh, the spirit, the consciousness, vividly. My vision stained bright white. Filled. White. brightly. The retina was burned and hearing rejected all sounds. There was only a sense of pain and smell that all senses were interrupted and thoughts melted. There is such a sense of perversion that everything is going to be white and meaningless. floating sensation. Everything felt free and free from all sorts of lumps.

The sense of purpose, the obsessive-compulsive notion, the fear that we have to fight, disappears.

Finally, I can sleep in peace.

(Sleep?)

I don't know.

But there's only one thing for sure.

That means I miss you terribly.

One, lonely...

"Niewe."

I heard voices.

Low, heavy voice. The voice of a man I've never even heard of. It pours from far overhead. He seems to be surrounded by a sense of security and feels a foaming fear all over his body. Fear. I don't know what's horrible. Is your voice horrible? Is the Lord of the Voice terrified? Why, you need to feel fear.

In the first place, whose voice is it?

"That's Niewe. I just decided that."

My vision is dazzling.

I see a glowing world. A world surrounded by a bright glow of everything. I feel nostalgic for some reason, even though it's a landscape I've never seen.

"My child."

There was a face.

The face of a man peeking into this one. Never young, but also not in the wind of being old. Wrinkles engraved on his face and dark hair with gray hair give a glimpse of the man's life. It is not hard to imagine that you would have gained your current position at the end of all sorts of hardships. The crown shining on his forehead must have indicated the man's status.

Siwelhein Leighnas-Zaion.

I could be sure because the man called the bearer of this point of view Niewe and my son.

I mean, this is Neewe's memory.

Memories of Niewe Raam-Alsur.

I'm sure it is. Must be. That's all I could think about.

Setuna has come across these phenomena twice before.

It was born in the midst of the battle against the Black Spear's family.

The first glimpsed the memory of Wayne Bersein-Teulos and the second glimpsed the memory of Rem. I don't know why, for whatever reason, I'm looking at my memories. Maybe it's the same reflux phenomenon Miliu encountered.

Black spears and family members are inherently identical. It was divided into several reasons. That's Lance of Design, Mask of Dispair, and Edge of Thurst. Is it the effect of Chaos Bringer's contact with those families?

"Be my child, my child of destiny. You have to live. We must survive and continue to live at all costs. That's what happened. That's all I know. You must not die. Live and live and continue to live and fulfill your destiny. That's why I was born. That's what it meant to exist."

As much as that wasn't the kind of word to throw at my newborn child, he also figured it out. And it is also understandable that Siwelhein's transcendence is not a gaze that can be directed at children. I have no love. No, I wasn't talking about affection.

I couldn't feel anything called emotion in Siwelhein's expression, in his voice, in his attitude.

(Destiny......?

Of all the words Siwelhein uttered, that was what bothered me the most.

Destiny child.

Emperor Zaion called that about Niewe.

But as far as Setuna knew, Niewe's treatment in the Empire was never good. It seems that he is in the status of Lord Fight, and he is also given territory, but it was the current situation that he was kept away from the center. He says it's just a status of honor and an honor.

(Destiny child......)

The landscape changes dramatically.

A beautifully dressed boy and girl looked at this one and laughed, wondering if Siwelhein's face had disappeared. Low vision. I hear Niewe is down. Looks like a hall. The vibrantly decorated spaces make you imagine the royal palace. A more quaint building than the Lion Royal Palace or the Dragon House Tianhuan Palace. Must be the hall of a historic building. Maybe it's somewhere in the Zaion Empire capital, to imagine from the fact that it's Niewe's memory.

'That's unusual. Sometimes you just draw dirty blood. "

One of them opened his mouth. Blue eyes on black hair are like other boys and girls. They look very similar. It must have been my brothers and sisters. And probably, there's a blood connection with Neewe, too. But in the eyes of the boys and girls, there was a colour of contempt. Obviously neglecting Niewe.

"Damn, that's cute."

"I wonder what your father thinks."

"It's true."

The conversation between the boys and girls seemed to whisper and was such a loud voice that it would definitely reach Niewe's ear, Setuna even remembered her anger. And then I realize that I'm getting more emotional towards Neewe, and I'm stunned. It's like, I'm thinking about myself.

I suppose so.

That would be so.

Neewe is the other person.