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

I dreamed of falling from heaven.

It falls from the highest heaven over several layers of the sky, far into the earth.

Recognize that the flesh mutates as it just keeps falling. Beautiful and vivid wings transform into that of an ugly monster, and the flesh itself cannot be stopped from changing in the same way.

Fallen heaven.

I thought I'd clash on the ground, and even though I fell on the ground, the fall didn't stop.

To Yin Fu.

To the bottom of Nara.

Eventually, when Hellfire burns his sight, he realizes it is not a dream.

Hell is the world I wanted...

He opened his eyes hastily to the cold of Shizukuishi falling over his eyelids.

The lead sky stretched far beyond, and Shizuku seemed to have descended from it. Signs that I'm going to get out now. No, it's already starting to come down, and the rain grains right now could have been a warning that it's going to come down.

On the earth where no one is.

He slept on his back in a big letter. If I hadn't been woken up by the rain grains, I would have been hit by the rain that came down the main road and could have gotten a lot wet. He jumped, thanking the rain grain. Get up on your feet alone and move all over your body. Confirm that the body is satisfied and then make sure that the nerves pass through to the fingertips. No matter, I'm not naked. I wear proper clothes. Black outfit similar to restraint clothes. My head is weirdly heavy because of my hair stretched out to blush. Surprisingly, it stretched all the way around my waist.

Then, breathe slowly.

He exhales all the air he was accumulating in his lungs and slowly pumps fresh air into his lungs. Just a big change of air will change your mood.

Alive.

Just figured that out, a little relief.

It doesn't change anything as a feeling.

We can't even be sure that humans, alone, are alive or dead. You have to perceive others in order to get a real sense of being alive.

Unfortunately, there was no other person around him who could perceive. Nothing. The wilderness is wide open. It was an unfamiliar view, but it also feels like I know it. Simply because I've seen similar sights scattered.

(No...)

Something unfamiliar did exist, too.

Out of the cracks running into the earth stood something like a white, giant rock wall. Huge enough to rush through heaven, it seemed white and even beautiful by the time it was stunning, but it didn't look like something born naturally.

I know the world has changed.

I have also heard that there has been so much change that the original form may have been lost.

Whether one end of that change is this white rock wall.

I couldn't be sure, and he shook his head.

Not if you care about that.

First you have to know where this place is.

Even to make sure that this is truly the world and that I am alive.

"Armed Summoning"

He could not forbid nostalgia to the sight of his whole body emitting explosive light when he mumbled at the end of the spell.

Specific constitution that the flesh itself builds a surgical formula and that armed summoning is activated in a word of spell. Thanks to this, he did not need any amalgamation, neither the long-lasting spells he would otherwise need, nor the skill and knowledge required to construct the procedure.

The light emanating from all over the body converges within the right hand, allowing it to embody a swinging spear. The spear, which is also more than its height, is overall disastrous and even destructive. A spear is a shape that specializes in slashing and spiking, but its axe blade and tip are distorted.

Because of his shape and abilities, he had named him Chaos Bringer. The common name is Black Spear, and that would be the better street. He himself, more often than not, calls it a black spear.

The moment he had the black spear in his hand, he felt a fluctuation thrust through his whole body with a nostalgic feeling. That was one end of the power hidden in the black spear, which ran all over his body, a feeling that multiplied his physical abilities and enhanced things like vision, hearing and smell.

What a nostalgic, dependable feeling.

I remember not summoning for decades, no, hundreds of years. Actually, I guess not that far, but the feeling is, for as long as that, he hadn't summoned a black spear.

I hear a whisper of wind, and the rain entertains my ears.

Enhanced vision made it clear to the surface of the white rock wall, but that's not why I knew anything. White rock walls are white rock walls, and they don't seem to be any more or less. Deep fractures carved into the earth. There seems to be no doubt that it has erupted from its depths, but I don't know anything more. Near the fundamental fracture, things like white stone columns and white rock masses are scattered, but it is unclear whether they have anything to do with white rock walls.

I can imagine that those would be the changes that have taken place in this world, but I have no idea what those changes mean.

He shook his head, for Christ's sake, and walked out in the opposite direction to the rock wall.

My hearing is picking up the sound.

I don't know anything about directions. I don't have anything to guide me through. I don't even have azimuthal magnets. If the sun was at least out, it would be somewhat helpful, but it didn't either. Rain clouds are covering the sky and rain is pouring out.

His hair and clothes began to get wet.

He was in a hurry. Relying on the sound that reached my ears, I tried to reach a place where I could rain before the rain hit me.

but his wishes were also vain, and the rain began to fall in earnest, and he quickly became wet. He still didn't stop running. All around, the sound of rain falling without excess stimulates the ears, but hearing, enhanced by black spears, does not miss hearing the voice of one disputed by the sound of rain.

There's someone else besides me.

That only made his legs faster. By perceiving others, one can finally recognize oneself. Whoever the other person is. If you are someone else alive besides yourself, there is no problem with any other person. It didn't matter if it was like a burglar or a bandit.

Anyway, I wanted to know if I was alive.

No, I know he's alive.

He's not dead, so he'll be alive.

But still, he couldn't help but run.

I want to see one.

Such thoughts tortured his body.

Running in the rain-wet wilderness, I saw a settlement ahead.

Was it once a city? It was impressive that the huge walls remained half collapsed. The voice is heard from within surrounded by its walls. Talk of one. It's a human voice. I'm letting go of the common language. This means that this is one of the Wargrain continents, and he has succeeded in surviving in the Iles Valais.

But I still can't feel safe. First, you have to meet one person and see if there really is someone else besides you and that other person can perceive you. Otherwise, you really don't know if you're alive. Maybe he's just dying, becoming a spiritual body and wandering the world.

(I guess I did.)

He looked at the black spear, grinning bitterly in his chest. If you are dead, there is no way a black spear will respond to the summons.

For once, just in case.

Reaching in front of a settlement surrounded by broken walls, he stopped there. Sometimes the walls were broken or the castle gates didn't seem to function either. The right side of the gateway is left falling toward the outside of the city. I thought this might be like saying we could raid the Imperial Devil, but I also reconsidered that it might be difficult to repair it.

The castle gate is so broken that it no longer loses its original form.

And beneath the broken gates of the castle were guards and men. The first voice Setuna hears may be their speaking voice. He was wearing a scratchy armor helmet and seemed to be wearing a sword. I'm under the gate, to escape the rain, and I guess I'm supposed to be a gatekeeper, outside or inside the gate. The soldiers at the gate look at Setuna with their dazed eyes. Strong vigilance.

As Setuna approached them, she stood up and controlled any further approaching by hand.

"What is it? You."

Hostility was intense for the opening question, and Setsuna felt, sort of odd. Other gate soldiers besides the questioners are strangely murderous. The air makes me nervous.

"Well, you don't look so scared. It's just a traveler, isn't it?

"Traveler?"

As the moustache gate soldier tried to forgive him, the first questioner opened his mouth and laughed. And I'm staring at you.

"Is it possible to travel alone in these times?"

(In this era?

Setuna remembered what caught on to the words of the gate soldiers. Doesn't this way of speaking of times mean that traveling alone was never surprising before? I have no idea how much time has elapsed before that and in this era.

I wonder how many years have passed since I left the world.

"Is that true, too? So, you, what is it?

"The Imperial Devil. So, hey, right?

I stare back at the frigid gaze of the gate soldiers and answer as I gesture and hand gesture.

"You'll see. It's human."

"What do you think? Some Imperial Demons use magic. Maybe he's turning into a human being."

The gatekeeper thing made sense, but Setsuna knew that the theory was completely broken.

"The Imperial Devil understands the human language."

It's not like there are no Imperial Demons who utter human words. Few of the Imperial Demons, whom Yubel the Demon King had tutored, understood human language and were able to exchange words with humans. But that wasn't a famous story, and it was never well known after the war. Nor is there any information that an imperial demon who speaks the human language was witnessed after the demon army was disintegrated.

In general, the Imperial Demon should have been recognized as not understanding the human language.

The moustache gate soldier was lightly convinced by Setuna's remarks.

"So is that."

"Hey."

"He must be human."

"You're saying you trust me?

In response to the questioner in doubt, the man with the moustache looked like a pussy. Then I'll see you lick this one.

"I don't care where you look, you're human."

"Hmm... if you say so, I guess so"

When the questioner was finally convinced, the mustache gate soldier shrugged his shoulders and laughed at Setuna. I guess you're sympathetic to Setuna. Just a little, it warms my heart. The questioner, however, did not relieve himself of his vigilance, and he has said something unexpected.

"But that's not why we're going through it."

"Oh, that's right."

The man with the moustache, he's in tune with it, and the other gate soldiers are nodding at each other.

"What do you mean?

"Nothing. This is an independent city ruled by Mayor Marcar. You can't let outsiders in without the mayor's permission."

"One of the travelers, I'm sorry I want to rest, but I can't help it all."

"Sunstrea......"

Rebellion, digging up memories.

Much like Santorea, the northernmost city of Maldia, Sanstrea was supposed to be the name of a city on the southern tip of Benoagard.

That means Setuna stepped down within the territory of Benoagard.

I don't know why. Maybe there's no reason, maybe it's something meaningful.

"Well, here's the thing. Give it up."

"If you go north, there's a crew end, and there's Benoa. It's a little far away."

That statement by the gate soldiers confirms that this is Benoagard territory. The Cruise End was one of the cities of Benoagard, and Benoa, the capital of Benoagard and a causal city for Setuna.

"... if you really want to get into Sunstrea, I don't care"

Another gatekeeper ate and hung him as the moustache gatekeeper said in a way that included.

"Oh, hey... what are you doing?"

Then a man with a moustache pulled his gatekeepers and other gatekeepers behind the walls. Although Setuna was left in front of the gate, there was no way his enhanced hearing would not listen to the gate soldiers. Along with the blowing cold air,

(What are you thinking, you?)

I'm not just going through anything.

(Amen?

(They use it on a cheap salary. I hope I got it once in a while)

(Well...... yes but hey......)

(That's Slaga's husband, that's a good idea)

(Heh, I haven't been the gatekeeper of Sunstrea for years.)

Listening to the exciting conversation between the soldiers, Setsuna felt like nothing. It became clear that the mustache gatekeeper was sympathetic to Setuna because it was to wind up the hardware from Setuna.

I wonder what the gate soldiers who finished the meeting would do with a blurry view of them walking this way from behind the walls. Nothing, I don't have business in Sunstrea. I only stopped by nearby because I felt the need to gather information in order to know where this place was and to understand the current state of the world. If this is Benoagard and you know Benoa, the largest city in Benoagard, is to the north, you didn't have to go along with the gate soldiers' pocket money.

In the first place, I don't have any gold eyes.

(Sorry, but let me disperse it)

He broke it in his chest as he watched the soldiers' creepy smile. That's when. The explosion shook the atmosphere and the golden cuts echoed.

"Hey, what the fuck!?

The gate soldiers look back in panic.

The explosion and screaming came from within the city of Sanstrea.

Setsuna shone.