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

"What a wise man. I'm not just an armed summoner!

First, Miliu launched an attack. When I wondered if I had swung through the Loversoul in a lateral twist at a distance unreachable by slashing, countless blade pieces flew like arrows, killing me to Maxwell. Attacks by blade pieces utilizing the repulsive force of magnetic blades, however, were hampered by pitch-black wings and never shot through Maxwell. A distracted wing took a piece of the blade. The blade piece only slightly damaged the wing and fell to the ground. Immediately Miliu attracts the blade pieces.

"Just?

Anticipating the moment Maxwell glanced at Miliu, Faria raised the Aurora Storm and unleashed a thunderbolt as a towing attack. Shoot a series of less powerful lightning strikes to draw Maxwell's attention. But Maxwell didn't even try to avoid just putting his right arm up here. The slight lightning strike disappears so that it is sucked in ahead of his right hand.

"Does this look like just a subpoena weapon"

Maxwell flaunts his left arm. Miliu at the end of his hand. Miliu flew forward to the right, using a magnetic blade, jumping again in the air. As the black runoff released from his left hand penetrated the void, he drilled a large hole in the vault. Miliu, flying in the air, waves down Loversoul, attacking Maxwell with a magnetic blade that becomes like a whip, but when one of the tails, which moves as if he had a stone, receives a magnetic blade, the blade never reached Maxwell.

"Do I look like a common subpoena armed?"

Light feathers and white feathers become bullets to kill Maxwell. A coordinated attack between Gloria and Ruufa. Faria also slammed a powerful thunderstorm into it, but Maxwell did not take those consecutive attacks for granted. Blow out the feather rumble with something like black fog and deal with the thunderbolt with your right hand up.

"Do I look weak?"

And he spread a pair of wings to the fullest. A red and black pattern emerged on a flying film like a bat's wing, and the heavy pressure struck Faria.

"Do I look like I can take you down?"

A shock wave thrust through Faria's body trying to jump out. blown away. Heavy pain ran on his left arm and Faria bit his teeth and endured. I tried to get a passive as it was, but being held from my back made that unnecessary. It's Gloria. Ruufa's handling the blown Milu as well.

"That's the wrong thing to do."

Faria blinked at the illusion that Maxwell-Alkiel, who had said so, was growing once and for all. The black monster is in a vestibule that has become a blast. The ground, chosen hemispherically, shows the power of the shockwave emitted by Maxwell. I would have been sorry if I had eaten it at close range.

"... it's not an illusion"

"Huh?"

To Gloria's twinkle, Faria turned her gaze to her face with surprise. Under the silver helmet, Gloria has a rugged look on her face.

"The teacher is apparently getting huge"

"Huge?

"It would be the ability of that subpoena armed. But apparently that's not all."

"... that's your master"

"He's also your grandmother's apprentice."

"Grandmother's... Apprentice"

Gloria tells me, it makes me angry. That is not what I had already heard. Maxwell-Arkiel was from Lyohan and was a teacher when he was a young man in Farya-Valdish. I didn't remember Faria, but apparently it wasn't surprising that Faria was leaving Lyohan to her young self and she wasn't remembering. Given what my grandmother never even told me, I don't know if I was such a good apprentice, but I can't say enough. My grandmother was not one to go into detail about her disciples, or, more importantly, to teach what Faria hadn't even heard.

"That's right. Faria Belfaria-Aslalia"

Maxwell's face looks up at this one. The enlarged and alienated lion's helmet is being transformed into an ugly monster. It's not just getting huge. The shape of the armor itself was beginning to change. The shoulder patch mimicking the head of the serpent was to the dragon, and the number of tails increased, and the wings increased, and swelled.

"Your grandmother and Lyohan's goddess of war, Fariah-Baldish, is the one who beat me into the art of armed summons. He was a great master, to be respected. I have never seen more armed summoners than my master. Perhaps the highest armed summoner in history."

Maxwell spared no praise for Faria-Valdish. I don't see any lies in that word. It didn't seem like a statement or anything to alarm Faria.

Except for one thing.

"A little?

"Nor did the Master show understanding in my thoughts. In that regard, they were the same as all the fools of Lyohan. but if you think about it carefully, it's natural. There's no way we can figure out the possibility of an armed subpoena for something that can only look at the reality of a narrow world called Lyohan."

"It's a possibility?

"That's right, Faria Belfaria-Aslalia. This is a possibility. Oh, my God."

Shortly after Maxwell let it go so good, a magnetic blade, wind shell and feather bullet poured down from his head like a rain shower. It's a coordinated attack between Ruufa and Miliu. but countless tails stretched out of Maxwell's armor bounced the magnetic blade off the feather bullet, and the wind bullet took a direct hit but didn't show how it was damaged. Asura jumps into pursuit, but was prevented from approaching by a tail that crept through the void while becoming like a whip, and could not even knock the attack in.

"Twenty years."

Gloria unfolds her wings and unleashes her condensed power. It becomes a tornado of light and hits Maxwell, but he erased the tornado simply by gently tapping his right arm, making even the ensuing thunderstorm of Falia disappear easily.

(It doesn't work...)

No lightning strike, no feather bullets, no slaughter, no tornado - no half-breed attack can reach Maxwell, not even damage his armor if he reaches it and hits it directly. It is the armor of the Summoning Armor. Higher defenses than normal protective equipment are within our expectations, but it is unexpected that lightning strikes and tornadoes will not arrive.

"Twenty years. For twenty long years I continued to spin the ceremony"

Twenty years? Ceremony… "

"Is that possible?

"It can't be."

In response to Miliu's question, Faria waited to be unloaded from Gloria's arm, where she had landed. With Faria in his arms, Gloria can't fight freely, and Faria can't fight as she thinks. Now it's like being out of hand against a powerful enemy like Maxwell.

"That's stupid. I had no choice but to deny me because I would deny any methodology other than the ordained procedure of my ancestors and would not turn my attention to the possibility of an armed summons. I was disappointed with the fact that they hold the future of armed summoning and descended the mountain. Getting off the mountain means the same thing being thrown out of a narrow world called Lyohan into the outside world. I extreme difficulty until I got a human life, but I can tell you that I didn't make one wrong choice then."

Maxwell-Alkiel's armor became huge once more. Further alienation was no longer fulfilled by the armor itself as a monster of the Imperial Devil itself, and he could not help but feel fearful about his black and disastrous appearance. Countless tails shake as if they were willing, huge pairs of wings unfold, making the giant body feel even bigger. From shoulder to shoulder, his neck was stretched and the heads of the two dragons were moving autonomously. The dragon's eyes open and the light is on his eyes. The same goes for the helmet that mimics the lion's head. The alien lion had four eyes, each glowing red. Huge arms, sharp nails are stretched from both legs, and it seems as if they are declaring that melee combat can be done without any problems. Most importantly, you have to scratch an attack by countless tails to get close, which isn't easy.

"This is what it's all about."

Maxwell raised both arms. The wings widen to the fullest extent, and a tattoo floats on the flying film. Faria fired a series of Aurora Storms as she retreated aggressively. Multiple lightning strikes were extinguished on the verge of touching Maxwell's armor, something to be swallowed up.

"Twenty years of spell succession, multiple construction of the ritual, that power!

The light produced at the end of both hands raised by Maxwell smeared Pharia's vision white and a noiseless explosion shook the world.