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

Overhead, the blue sky is peeking.

It was in the dust that he could stand in, looking up at the sky enough to open, and he could not forbid to smile bitterly. This desperate situation seems too unlikely. Peaceful and swallowing climate. It's warm enough that I don't think it's keeping winter from the present.

I followed, something seemed to have attacked the King's Capital and the Lion's Palace. That had destroyed the royal palace itself and blew the top off the ceiling between the thrones. Fortunately, the upper floor itself seemed to have been blown away, and the debris never fell. Some of them are involved and dead. Most of the nobles who lived and worked in the royal palace are fleeing underground, and the rest should be on the ground floor.

"Sire!"

"Are you all right!

and Algazard and his neighbors rushing to the throne at the same time also invited him to laugh.

"It doesn't have to be noisy. When you die, you die."

Leongand, looking to death, felt his heart lighten somewhere. The dream, it's over. It came to an end. Lightly on top of this, it's over. Those who have lost their dreams are astonished that those who have lost their dreams and have lost the power to live can be so vain. However, the surprise had no bruises and the mind did not make it slight.

I'm sure it's because it's sinking in. It is no longer possible to surf. If there is, it is when we defeat the three major forces and Setuna brings back reports of victory, but that is unlikely. I'm not talking about one thing in 10,000.

(Though there is no such thing as an absolute existence in this world)

Absolutely not, such as defeating the three forces.

The three forces say they are led by God.

Can Setuna beat God?

You won't win.

Even if we can beat God's blessing, we can't destroy God himself. God has ruled this world in the shadows for five hundred years. I don't think so many beings can be defeated by Setuna, a human being.

It's not like you don't believe in Setuna.

Rather, you are convinced because you believe in the power of Setuna.

Setsuna is not a monster or anything. A human being. A human being has only gained the power of a monster stain. I know that very well now. If I had understood what it meant to have a subpoena armed, I could greatly understand Setuna's ordeal. How much hard have you put Setuna through? How irresponsibly you have forced him to shoulder the burden. Have you relied on one of him?

Yet he turned to the battlefield, exposing his anger at what ravaged Leongand's dreams. Leongand couldn't stop him. That's what I'm worried about.

"Whatever death you may be, why don't you laugh and welcome"

I think it's something to laugh at.

But on the other hand, I wonder if this is the time to laugh.

The figure of the things that died laughing disappeared when it floated behind his brain.

Leongand was relieved to notice that Algazard was smiling calmly. He knows about Leongando.

"Yes, now... what the hell..."

Saris-Erion shook his voice because a light with a big hole in the Fourth Wall passed directly beside him. The devastating rays with enormous calories make him sweat fiercely all over his body just standing nearby, burning his hair and skin. But whether surprise and fear were stronger, he seemed to want to know what that was first rather than complain of pain.

Cain laughed bitterly in the back of his mask, admitting to getting wet all over his body, sweaty. He also sweated heavily by the heat of the rays of destruction. It's not like I'm just passing through. If it took a direct hit, it would have evaporated every mask.

"Well. Summoning Armed, Demon Crystal Doll, or God's Power Again"

He looked southeast of Gandion, from above the Fourth Wall. From far south than the battlefield where the Imperial Army, the Holy King's Army, and the Gandhian Army enter, the light is firing. Apparently, from an Imperial Army position in Karan.

"Either way, there's no difference between the three forces."

And here's what I think.

Even if the three major forces did not move and Gandhia succeeded in unifying the group of small states, could it not have been possible to establish a new equilibrium? In the end, the equilibrium that would end easily if the three forces moved at random is not even equilibrium. In the small group unified government and the three major forces, the difference in power is overwhelming. For example, if small group reunification is established and we just have time to build up our forces, it's not going to work that well.

In the end, I guess it depended on the trends of the three major forces.

(Dreams read, dreams)

Were Leongand's dreams also delusions of seeing things that did not know reality?

An arrowhead who thought about it, he was trapped in a strange sensation. Such a feeling, like the thread that was tying my soul untied. I thought the gravity that was holding my mind back was gone, and I felt like I could grow wings and fly everywhere. And I don't know what I am.

I don't even know what happened.

Since I am nothing at all, why am I wearing a mask or something? Even if I remove my mask and see the man in front of me surprise me, I don't understand anything. Even when the man pulled out a sword on his hips and stabbed him in the belly. It was so sudden, it was inevitable. This much sword speed, it can't be inevitable. But he was actually inevitable. I finally understand when I see the red liquid convey a deep thrust of my torso on my flank. I hear I'm about to be killed by the man in front of me.

I didn't know what the reason was, and there would be no point in knowing why.

He pulled his sword out of his belly when he punched the man in the side of the head. Blood runs down. Spill of life. I can't stop it. I can't stop it.

"Lancaine-Bunell......!

The man who fell after being beaten by him was staring at this one with hatred and anger. Lancaine-Bunell. I thought it was a word I'd heard. I know him well. That's the kind of thing I remember hearing from when I got my mind on it. The more I try to remember what that word means, the less I know. Apparently, that's not a very pleasant word. Most of the memories about the word were wrapped in dark shadows in my head.

"Even you, if you weren't here...!

Man, scream. The angry voice makes my ears feel good. Yes, he thinks so. I was only a living creature in anger and hatred.

Lancaine-Bunell.

"My name."

When I remembered, he was waving his sword down. I can see that the sword pierces the flesh and various memories are revived in the feeling of breaking through the organs. A glow lingers in shadow-covered memories, adding a glow to his memory. A host of desperate memories thrust and move the flesh toward his death.

On the body of an unknown man, he mumbled a spell.

The spill of life can no longer be stopped.

The sword was piercing his flank. I guess there was a lot of anger and hatred. Because of that, there was only a few hours left in his life.

No longer blinded to the man who had become just a piece of meat, he turned his gaze around.

Only a few hours of life left.

I don't have time to wonder what's wrong.

I just have to run out.

How, should we run out?

He found a battlefield in his eyes. No, it was no exaggeration that this city itself was in the middle of a battlefield. A large army is coming towards this city. That's the great army he's dreamed of. General Yunxia is pushing over. A thousand or two is not enough. Not 10,000 large armies.

He rejoiced.

In joy, I completed the spell.

And when he got the wings of a dragon, he flew towards the battlefield of the South.

In the back of his brain, a white dyed light burns up his vision.