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

With a flash of spear, he cuts off more than ten imperial soldiers and flies and exchanges light bullets that descend from above. Light bullets burst as they clashed to the ground, blowing up the bodies of imperial soldiers on all sides of the ground. Flesh and marvel at the woman's chest pierced by a spear by an armed summoner in the air, the shooter of a light bullet while stirred by the blast. Destroy the demon without even letting him lift it up, and take the short cane from his hand. When the short cane was directed at enemy forces full of ground and activated his abilities, a light bullet was emitted from the tip of the cane. Light projectiles disappear so that they are sucked into a swarm of enemy soldiers, causing a small explosion. Several enemy soldiers died instantly.

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As he stuck his short cane between his hips as he landed, he raised the surrounding enemy soldiers to a blood festival.

As the blade of light stroked and ran on the ground to kill enemy soldiers, a roaring arrow penetrated several Holy King soldiers. To Esq, it's Doreen. Remill has also shown himself to overwhelm enemy soldiers while commanding his men, and the use of summoning arms seems to be quite capable of fighting even in this multitude of passive situations.

But the difference in power is historical.

It was no exaggeration to say that the total of six thousand Gandian troops had already been halved by the onslaught of armed summoners of the Imperial Army and demonic crystal puppets of the Holy King's Army.

The armed summoner defeated about fifteen men, and although the Demonic Crystal doll destroyed nearly ten, that did not even allow the two armies to deduce their fighting power. Armed Summoners, Demon Crystal Dolls have tremendous firepower and have been subjected to intensive attacks by both the Imperial Army and the Holy King's Army. It was a miracle that the Gandhian army still retained its form as an army. It is not strange that it has been so devastated.

So much power.

That much quantity.

Setuna looked up into the sky, realizing signs of flying from the direction of the king's capital, as she swung a black spear and cut into the enemy formation.

The silver flying dragon is at a tremendous rate, crossing over the Setunas.

Even if I didn't look closely, it was obvious who it was.

(Cain?)

Setuna's vision, enhanced by a black spear, captured Cain-Vivre flying over with a frantic grin.

Fly over the plains you see.

Wings pair. But its flight speed is so fast that it can't keep up with anything. He had called and worn two more subpoenas during the flight. Dragon Crow makes up for lost arms to Dragon Skyle, a full body armor. Those surgical ceremonies merely read out what was floating in his memory. It was a spell he didn't remember seeing, a summoning arm, but when summoned, it was all he was familiar with and never lost in use.

Calling and fitting the three summoning arms at the same time is not an easy thing. If you are a concurrent armed summoner, you can't help but overstate or maintain that you will use up your spiritual powers just by summoning. That means he is not a concurrent armed summoner.

Rather than that, should we say that the limits of power that are unconscious are lost if you are a regular person?

He didn't even hate burning up his vitality by exercising his armed summons. It doesn't matter if you drain your mental strength or your health. It wasn't what I found out.

The hoop is off.

That's not why we're losing control of our abilities. He was in complete control of the power of the summoning armies and was drawing strength to perfection. The force that drew him to the limit floats him high in the sky, generating so much speed that no one can keep up with him. Through the walls of the atmosphere, flying even.

It crosses the battlefield and flies unconsciously without taking an attack from under your eyes as anything.

The destination is the source of the light that burned your vision.

I didn't know why I was headed there. My body is moving unconsciously, that's all. And there was no other way left for him than to move as his body went. There is a lot of blood coming from the side wound. He only has a few moments left until he dies of bleeding. If I could stop the blood, I would buy a little time, but it was also a hassle to buy such a little time.

He was tired of living.

So I sought death.

But I'm sorry I'm just dying.

If I were to die, I wanted to fight and die.

I was born to fight.

The personality Lancaine-Bunell was created in hell called Dinobot Cave. Just fight, just defeat the enemy, just grab the victory. It is no exaggeration to say that his personality was born just for that matter. If you're going to die, it should be a hell of a battlefield.

I was born in hell.

Let's die in hell and go back to hell.

He dropped altitude when he discovered a nostalgic town ahead. I can hear how the town he was supposed to have burned down by the Fire Dragon Daughter (Kariju) is occupied by a strange army. I'm not sure I'm on your side. In other words, it is the enemy. You can kill as many enemies as you want.

He questions. I wondered if I would have had an ally or something in the first place.

Weren't there only enemies of my own around me when I was born?

My brother, my father, my mother - wasn't my family, my kinsmen, my family, everyone an enemy? My brother pretended to be on his side and was just trying to use his powers. My father and mother were sincerely delighted that he had been chosen as Dinobot Cave. Because I can pay for trouble. Nor was there anything in the kinsman's relatives that would take his side. The family is all the more so. The man who pulled him out of hell, too, ended up just doing that to use his powers. I wasn't on your side or anything.

You can't even have your own side.

ridicule.

Naturally. And what happened to it? He lived on his own, even without allies. There is no such thing as a problem. He thinks so. But.

"Cain"

To a voice that sounded inadvertently behind his brain, he flashed his face. I have a headache. In intense discomfort, the forces occupying Karan noticed him and saw him enter an interception posture. He distorted the edge of his mouth.

"You'll die."

I know that.

As he flew over Karan, he searched for the source of the flash, but he didn't even have to look around. That's because it was in the heart of the town of Karan, releasing a tremendous presence. A larger object than the surrounding building points its tip in the direction Cain came. The object is probably a subpoena armed. The decoration to the excess applied to the object and the alienation of the object itself is that of the summoning armed. The object looked, in a nutshell, like a metal column. There seems to be a mechanism to incline giant metal columns and maintain their angles over the common houses present in the town of Karan. It's not just a pillar, you can also tell from how hollow it is in the pillar. The light that remains in his retina can be seen as emitted from within its columns.

He glided toward that metal column as he ascertained the sensation of a summoning armed dragon crow that would make up for the lost left arm. The tip of the column points this way. The cavity portion of the column was filled with light. The flash smears his vision white.

Huge amounts of heat passed over his head, rapidly accelerating towards the ground.

"For me to rule the emperor, I have no choice but to do so"

Wind pressure blows the enemy soldiers on the ground with a feeling of sweating all over your body and ready-to-see irritability. Kick the ground in the shave, accelerate. The extra-large summoning weapon, because of its immensity, is not easy to turn around. He will not be able to set a goal when he gets down on the ground.

"I'll kill you."

I don't know whose voice sounds in the back of my brain.

The only thing I can say is that the voice has no hostility, but rather is soft and warm.

He turned to the rear of the oversized subpoena armed, trying to silence the confusion that had arisen in his brain. Beyond being a subpoena arm, there should have been a subpoena, and the subpoena should have been in contact with the subpoena arm for control of the subpoena arm. All you have to do is kill the summoner. Such a summoning weapon. I wouldn't be able to control it on anything else. He was driven by a sense of purpose that, I don't know why, but we had to stop firing that summoning weapon.

Enemy soldiers can't even stop him flying through the ground. Bow fire from afar will not reach him, nor will an attack by a summoning weapon be carried out at the edge of the line. Thunder strikes and flamethrows burned his skin. But he won't stop. When he flew close range of the supermassive subpoena weapon and finally circled back, he discovered someone touching that extra-large subpoena weapon. A man in a long coat. It was a face I'd never seen, and I had no reason to remember.

"What are you...?"

The man's question was terminated. Because Cain's left arm, or Dragon Crow, pierced the man's chest and crushed his heart to an eagle. Without having to see the body of a desperate man collapse, he flew off the spot. The oversized subpoena weapon could now be rendered powerless. He laughs. What the hell does it mean to do this? There's already too much blood. There is no time. Where was the reason for spending my life for something like this?

Reason.

He laughs bitterly. I was wondering if it would make sense.

The pain ran. My right hand was blowing up. Attack from above. An armed summoner with spread iron wings was staring at this one. More pain. Now something seems to have penetrated my left leg. Once again, it would be an attack by an armed summoner. Someone is screaming something. I can't hear you. I can see that you can't hear me, but you're apparently mad. The person he just killed may have been important to this group of enemies. He laughs, even though he does again. Then put your life at risk. But let me protect you.

Pain. Broken vision. My right eye is cut. I can't help but flirt because he was no longer in control of himself. It took less than a few minutes to reach Karan from the Wang capital. Even a horse takes a day.

Even though the speed at which the dragon wings fly is unlimited, there is nothing more than impotence.

It is exhausted.

(Totally, stupid thing)

But it's not bad.

He was in a sunny mood somewhere, laughing at himself. If you're going to die using up your powers like this, it's your destiny. At any rate, it means that I can't remember the Lord of voices that resonate behind my brain. A gentle woman's voice. I just felt a little lonely dying not knowing who that was.

I'm sure it was one of the few tranquillities in his life.

No, in the first place, he thinks.

Who am I?

Stand up hard and check your surrounding enemies. More than twenty armed summoners alone, thousands of enemies have besieged him if you add infantry, shields and archers. Is the attack's hand stopped because you're afraid of him fighting back, or because it's been decided you don't even have to lay your hand on him? Either way, he doesn't have any more time. He could yell. Shouted, shouted. With the power of the Dragon Wing, he jumped high in the sky and killed to enemies over it. When I wondered if the enemy had scattered, a stormy attack hit him. Thunder strikes, flamethrows, arrows of light, slaughter, assault - various attacks destroy his entire body at once. In severe pain, there was something past his back of the brain.

Lancaine-Bunell. Kyle-Hydra. Lance-Biraine. Cain-Vivre. A number of names came up and disappeared. Which is who I really am and which was my real life. I don't know what was true, as if. In chaotic memory, there was just one thing that emitted light.

It was a woman's face.

A woman with a gray-eyed, sticky grin on her dark hair.

"You will harm yourself and die."

A goodbye word.

It seemed to her that the last word that became eternal separation was such a noise. But in the end, he didn't die. At least, at her will, she never let herself be harmed. On the contrary, she freed him from control and set him free.

It's as if you've taken care to welcome me as you wish at the end of the day.

(Ur)

He was satisfied, finally remembering her name.

(Did you die the way you wanted?

She would have died. It is not a question of whether the Emperor has succeeded or not. Behind the empire lies God. I can't even rule the Imperial Devil. I don't think she can rule God at all.

Her life was still dominated and manipulated by someone else.

So maybe it was.

Isn't that why we could put our minds through each other for a moment?

Second, I thought of that, and he laughed. Apparently not. It was a sentiment that wasn't really who I was.

He roared only once more at the end, turning every remaining life into power.