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

A tremendous recoil was piercing Setuna's entire body.

The Shield of Messiah, which Azmaria called the power of both poles, also possessed comparable power to Chaos Blinger. Those two forces clashed. The recoil until devastating runs through Setuna's body. Unimaginable intense pain. That's what I can't help but think it's better to die. The muscles are torn apart and the bones are shattered and scattered with such intense impact.

Why do you feel so much pain so far?

That's all because the Shield of Messiah was powerful, but Setsuna couldn't help but imagine what more. Something has been lightly lost, and as a result, you have lost control of your powers. Otherwise, I can't explain it.

Until now, the recoil resulting from the Black Spear attack has never tormented Setuna so far. Because the black spear itself was killing me recoil.

That was lost.

"Now I win."

Quon's voice is extremely gentle. It was calm, encircled Setuna's heart, and tender like mercy.

(Now what?

Setuna, for a moment, did not understand what he pointed to and did so.

And Setuna saw it. In the light emitted by the shield, he opens his eyes to the sight of the black spear's tips shattered and scattered, losing too many words of impact. The pitch-black fragments that were forming the tip of the black spear appear to shine vividly in the light emitted by the white shield, burning into the retina and into the cerebral marrow.

A summoning weapon of will can be said to be equal to an organism. That intense will is enough to try to take over the user's consciousness as well, and only then will we be able to prove that the subpoena armed is alive. The ability of a subpoena is the disclosure of the vitality of a subpoena. Naturally, if the summoning arm can no longer retain its prototype as an organism, it will be unable to expose its power.

Apparently that's what makes a destroyed subpoena weapon incapable of using its abilities.

Feeling the tremendous power that should have been in the black spear rapidly losing, Setsuna reached for the shard at the tip of her ear, trying to drive her to a sense of impatience. Grab it, squeeze it, pull out the remaining force and slap it against the Shield of Messiah again.

But the last blow with the power of the whole body was also transmitted only by a ripple of shock waves on the surface of the shield of light. Fragments of the tip were also shattered and scattered, and the force that was supposed to have remained disappeared. Power also falls out of the pattern gripped in my left hand. Kuon's beautiful, blue eyes were shaking somewhere sad. It's like pity for Setuna to fall apart.

(No...)

Setuna fell from her knees to the ground. Seeing fragments of the tip of the ear that have spilled from within the right hand and black spears that have lost the majority of the tip of the ear and are no longer able to draw strength. The black spear didn't even say yes. I don't even respond to Setuna's call. I was no longer completely powerless. It would have been nice to say that the summoning armies that held all that power no longer became just bars of metal. The loss of power also restored Setuna's physical abilities. Five senses, everything.

So, notice.

Aid by the Holly symbol seemed to have been lost for a long time. This means that the user of the Holly symbol was killed in action. The fact profoundly pierces the heartbroken Setuna. Remill's death would have pushed the Esques further into distress. The Esques have found salvation in dying. So Setuna let them enter this dead place into battle.

But that's not a pleasure or anything for Setsuna. The Esques are also those around them who want Setuna to be happy.

Just because that form of happiness was a battlefield worthy of a place of death does not make Setuna happy about it.

The pain of cutting yourself is there.

"Kuon, you didn't have to worry."

"Hey, that's Master Kuon."

"Of course."

"Right. There's no way an absolutely invincible shield can be broken by a black spear or anything."

"Well, yeah."

Cuon's conversation slips through his head.

Not only did the black spear fail, but the broken spear prevented Setuna from thinking properly. Close to a thought stop. I can't move, either, looking down at the fragments of the scattered tips and the spears that have been destroyed by the force from the mire. There is also the reality that physical and mental strength is running out, but more than anything else, the fact that black spears are no longer available is far greater.

It doesn't mean anything to me like it did to Benoa. All you have to do is take back what you've been covered. The broken one cannot be cured.

My heart broke.

"Setuna. I'll admit that you and your black spear are very powerful summoning armies. I guess that's exactly what Azmaria said about me and you being a bipolar force."

I feel gaze. Quon's gaze. You must have a sweet look on your face. I guess you look full of endless mercy and infinite love. Quon is such a man. So I can't even look up.

If you look at it, it will surely smash your broken heart to the point of no complete skin, rendering it irreversible. Never again, I won't be able to recover. Such a certain hunch crawled Setuna's gaze to the ground.

"Your spear will destroy, and my shield will maintain. The power of destruction between you and the spear is awesome. Perhaps there will be no subpoena armed with more power of destruction than your spear. If you could have drawn all the power of the spear, I must have been in danger."

Kuon's words are soft. I care about Setuna from the bottom of my heart. Such consideration can only be a heart-cutting blade to Setuna right now. Just mischievously chopped and bloodstained.

"But unfortunately, you were summoned six months later than me. That's everything. Six months difference in time. As it is, it leads to a difference in understanding of the subpoena and a difference in repair. I used a white shield just like you used to use a black spear."

Six months.

Just that much time. period of time to that extent. But it was certainly an absolute, insurmountable difference.

We cannot go back in time, nor can we go beyond time.

Time is running out for everyone equally.

Even if the power to rule time existed, it would not stand by Setsuna and fill the time gap with him.

It is inevitable that six months of time will appear as a difference in strength as an armed summoner.

"I had to be able to maximize this power to protect myself. Because if I don't, I can't even protect you. I would have promised. I'll protect you. [M] So you can rest assured."

He says it's perfectly natural. Naturally, as it makes sense. Even if it's inevitable. As if that is the truth for him.

Its tenderness, its soft words and the palms that could be reached, was just dazzling to Setuna. enough to burn the retina and break my heart.

"Setuna. You are here. [M] I'll do the rest. [M] Me and them, let me protect this world."

(They...?

Setuna learned to be caught up in the thoughts that Quong put into the words. Thanks, it didn't sound like it was indicating the White Shield executives or the Vashtarian army. It would mean we have a collaborator. Is it Azmaria, or is it that something else is cooperating with him? I can't think of anything at all because Setuna's thought circuit isn't working.

Nothing, I don't know.

"Griff."

"... well. Do you know me?"

"Azmaria told me. He's an old friend, isn't he?

"Oh."

"Then give me a hand."

The conversation between Quon and Griff intersects Setuna's head. To Setuna, it didn't matter what they talked about. I don't care about anything. It's not about who knows what will happen. Whatever happens, whatever happens to the world.

"To protect the world? What's the point of such a thing"

"That even if your power to curse your life may be lost as a result, it's not worth anything?

"You mean you can break my curse?

"I'm just saying it's possible. There is no certainty. I just think you should put that possibility on me."

"Let's be good."

"I'm glad I know who you're talking to."

Even the fact that Quon and Griff tied their hands only left them as indigestible lumps in Setuna's head.

"Let's hurry, people. We don't have time."

Quon, when he said that, he only glanced at Setuna once more, saying something, and stopped. And go away lightly.

Setuna, after more than a minute of plenty, raised her face and looked out for the backs of the Quons heading to the king's capital. Neither the attack on them nor the attacks on the Setunas took place any longer. Nothing in the Protected Realm of the Shield of Messiah has to be helpless.

Demon crystal weapons, demon crystal dolls, armed summoners, and humans are equally helpless. Where in the world is something that keeps making pointless attacks?

Who, other than Setuna, will behave with the knowledge of the consequences?

And would there be someone as helpless as myself among them?

He glanced down at hand. The spear stays broken, no change. No reaction, no demonstration of ability. The majority of the spears are safe. But I guess it's a big deal that more than half the tip of the tip, which should be the need for black spears, has been broken and crushed.

Hard footsteps approach.

"Setuna."

Although inorganic, it sounded like a worrying voice somewhere. It's no longer my fault or anything like that.

"... Wolk"

Are you all right?

"As you can see."

Not as a strength, but as a fact, tell.

Setsuna herself was safe. In the battle against Quon, I have not sustained one wound. No, maybe I can say that the very act of fighting has not even taken place. I just ended up empty, trying to hit my anger unilaterally. And as a result of that foolish act, the spear broke.

"Good."

"... it's not good"

"Setuna......"

"Nothing, it's not good. Is there such a thing?"

Clenching the fragments of the scattered spear, the pain ran innumerable. Fragments pierce fingers and palms, breaking skin and choosing meat. Still, Setuna can't stop clenching her fist.

The black spear was everything.

Setuna has relied on the power of black spears to continue to fight. That's not my power or anything. Standing by borrowing power. Aware of that, I thought it was my power, and it wasn't supposed to be a mistake. An armed summoner is a creature like that. It is the armed summoner who fights the power of the weapons of the other world as his own. There is no mistake in the way Setsuna is. But if you can't make that power into something, the proclamation that it's your power also ends in just words. That's why I worked hard to deepen my understanding of black spears and to be able to draw strength. Workout after workout. He built up his flesh and made vessels that could withstand the burden of black spears.

And he has won the battle against his family, which should be called the Black Spear Trial.

The black spear regained true power and was able to free its sleeping power as well.

Unparalleled power can now be unleashed.

It was going to be.

This is where the black spear and setuna came into play.

Yet...

"I'm not convinced like this!

"Convince."

A sweet, feverish voice stirred Setuna's heart.

"You lost. Kuon."

It was one of those Azmaria-Altemax who had slapped the relentless words.