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

The summons was a moment.

The moment I uttered the conclusion completing the surgical ceremony, the light showing the success of the summons caught her sight. And then the weight appeared in her right hand, and she, pitied. I have to admit. You have to be sure. I have to grasp it.

Eternal separation.

I'll never see you again.

Never again, I can't touch love.

Never again, you can exchange words.

But there was no hesitation. He grabbed it, which appeared in his hand, and slammed it against a giant fist of sand looming in front of him. The giant fist, which was made of compressed sand, broke for a moment, but as it was, it tried to swallow Faria like a running stream.

"The sand won't break."

"Right. It won't break."

Drinking by enormous grains of sand, Faria acknowledged what Aura had said. I have to admit. In this subpoena, there's no way you can destroy the sand or anything. And being unable to break the sand means losing power to Aura as it is. But Faria had a chance. The certainty fitted that there was no way to lose. The rising power shakes away the fear.

"But why don't you chop it up?"

"What?"

Faria swung through the knife with only the force of her right arm as she threw the sheath of the knife in her hand into the sand. A slaughter runs in the sand running. A flash. Just a flash. But at the next moment, countless sword flashes colored her sight and cut open the running of sand bullshit. But there's no way the sand runoff will disappear to that extent. A huge amount of sand grains instantly fills the field of vision.

"No way...... it"

The stunned voice of Oura.

Faria swung through the machete twice or three times, running countless slaughters across the entire perimeter as well as forward. Cutting the slashed sand grains into even finer pieces opens the way. Step by step, forward. He wields a machete in a runoff of angrily pushing sand grains, causing countless slashes to run with each flash.

One knife, six slashes.

The six-minded slaughter that runs every time you slash and tear a grain of sand chops the sand running by the bullshit, cutting Faria's path open. Oura is no longer in front of me. His full expression of surprise is due to his understanding and recognition of the identity of the katana summoned by Faria, and his jumping back and distance is only due to his grasp of the performance of the katana. While retreating, beat another sand fist to the ground, trying to create a sand wall to buy time. But Faria won't stop. As he moves forward, he swings through his machete as his flesh moves, grinding away the sand wall. When a horizontal one-letter slash runs, an instant chase from the six directions rushes and destroys the sand walls. While his abilities are strong, so is the power of the slaughter itself.

"Flashing knife...!

As he carried out the slaughter and smashed the sand wall as he continued to stand, Faria's vision opened. That was the moment when Oura hit the ground at her feet with a groundbreaker. Fly. The earth shakes. Severe vibration. Hollow phalia has nothing to do with it. In time to reach a footfall.

"You said you inherited it......!?

"Yes."

Strictly, tell.

It was massive rock fragments that erupted from the heavily shaken earth. If you eat the direct blow of the rock that popped up in momentum, you won't have one. But they just end up rumbling around behind Faria. Faria had already reached in front of Aura by then. Keep the flashing knife/jib shaken up to the large upper level, and look down at Oura.

Oura watched the blowing rocks as they implanted Earth Laker's armor on the ground.

"Come down, Oura."

Faria spared Oura her strength. As an armed summoner, he was outstanding. If you look at this battlefield he has created, you will know that its power is even for amateurs. It was Aura who created a situation in her own favour by destroying the surrounding terrain, sealing the enemy's abilities, and also sealing the escape. A man of strength like him is not something to be found searching around the Association. Am I to say that among those from the Aslarian classroom, it is superior?

Killing is a shame.

Because I'm from my hometown, because there are, and sometimes we learn from each other in the same classroom. More importantly, there was nothing but a loss to end his talent in such a battle. Leongand wants talent. If Oura is willing to do so, he will allow me to surrender and make a heavy use of it.

Whatever, you can wish for assignment to The Lion's Tail.

Faria, that's all she thought about.

"... the battle is not over yet."

The moment Oura tried to move, Faria waved down her machete. The beautiful body of the flashing knife/scissors was further sucked into his shoulder mouth when Oura slashed and tore the arms he shook up with his bare hands and instantly tapped into six pursuits. Slash armor like paper, tear skin, break bones. Each time a six-degree chase ran, Oura's upper body instantly chopped and his face distorted in agony. Still, he won't stop. When I slapped my safe right arm against the earth, I distorted the edge of my mouth. A vibration ran from the tip of Earthlaker, and the earth trembled. Last force. Faria flipped a knife without a watermark and scowled Aura's chest. You don't have to watch the six-second strike continue, you jump out. In the following moment, a rocky spear protruding from the ground penetrated the void, cooling the liver of Faria.

"Sa... sushi"

"You idiot."

"Fine... now"

"It's not good. Nothing."

Though Faria negated his thoughts by being evil, he no longer came back to say anything. It's out of stock. Three convenient slaughters and a rushing chase each time he slashed something were slashing and tearing Oura's entire body apart.

Massive bleeding and severe pain put an end to his life.

A huge amount of sand comes down from losing control of the Ground Laker. The grains of sand that fall like heavy rain quickly paint the battlefield yellow. I can't stop the sand from entering my mouth. It's not just in the mouth. It goes between armor and clothes, and it sticks to sweat and blood.

The irresistible sense of frustration must also be due to a great deal of wear and tear, but also to a sense of loss.

There was no joy in victory over Oura. I won to win. But why? I just cut my hometown. I just slashed and killed a classmate I learned in the same classroom. There's nothing to gain, it's just mourning.

When the sand rain stopped, the battlefield was smeared by dust, to such an extent that it was not even known that collapses and ground breaks had occurred. Both Oura's remains and those of the soldiers under Oura's command have all sunk into the sea of sand. That's how much sand was winding up in the air. And those sands were sealing the power of the Aurora Storm.

So Faria summoned the Flash Blade.

Move your gaze at the end of your right hand.

Flashing knife.

It is a subpoena weapon that can also be synonymous with the needless Farya-Valdish. I can see six stars floating in my wet, shiny body. It is the blade print that demonstrates the ability of the Flashing Blade and the Flashing Blade, and it is the ability to destroy the Phalia-Valdish as a goddess of war. One knife, six slashes. The ability to tap six more chases into a slashed subject can be described as unique to Flash Knife/Sagittarius.

This is where Faria-Baldish makes the high brother of the red demon Azmaria-Altemax and is called the head of the four great summoners.

Flashing knife is a summoning weapon with excellent sharpness, hardness, and ability. High standards in everything, especially the ability to attack doesn't allow other followers. Calling, maintaining, and using so many summoning arms is naturally not an easy thing to do. It was a substitute for at least many of the armed summoners to decide they couldn't handle, Faria herself, a bet of one or eight.

It means he was so pushed that it had to be for such a bet.

The truth is, I didn't want to summon you.

Summoning means acknowledging it.

(The other one)

Faria snapped all over her chest as she repatriated her flashing knife. Showing overwhelming power, the machete, when wrapped in dazzling light, became countless particles and scattered in the void. Returned to the world where it should be. The summons takes time, but not the repatriation. That would be the hallmark of armed summoning.

The battle is not over yet. but it was too worn out. Much of his spiritual strength had been taken to summon and sustain the Flash Knife/Xu. Even the first widespread attack has worn out, but the flashing knife/claw was more drained than that.

Faria, for the first time in her life, summoned Flashing Blade. I never even tried how much it would cost to summon a flashing knife or a flashing knife. Try means summon.

And summoning means acknowledging my grandmother's death.