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

"I wish you'd leave me alone."

Setuna cast a spell early in her mouth as she ascended to be horizontal, measuring her distance from Marcar. Armed summons. Just that word activates an armed summons, and an explosive light dyes the night sky white. And then at the next moment, weight was born in his right hand. Black spear chaos bringer embodied it.

"I can't do that. It's consultation."

"Why not?"

"I should have said it. Black spears, chaos bringer can be a threat to me"

Marcar walks in, staring at the black spear. The spear, which was just black and disastrous, was more dizzy than the darkness of night, and had even inhaled the light of the stars and moon. That's why it looks good. That's why I know it exists there. I feel the pulse of overwhelming power. Expansion of the five senses. Strengthened physical abilities. Strength rose throughout his body, and a sense of omnipotence swept Setuna's consciousness.

Take it lightly.

Instead of releasing the force flowing in from the black spear into the wild, you control it completely and use it perfectly. I learned how to use my powers as much as I could. All I had to do was demonstrate it in action. No wasteful waste, no pointless wear and tear, use. Yes, I imagine. Imagination helps.

"If I miss you here, I might help the Knights. The Knights are losing power now, but if you help them, it will only breathe back. I can't put Sunstrea in the hands of the Knights."

"As a result, even if Sunstrea is more stable than it is now?

"That's not possible"

Marcar was uncomfortable with what he had forcefully affirmed.

"I am the rightful ruler of this land."

"After all, you only see yourself."

"What?"

"Looks like you're looking at me back in the day."

Setuna immediately pointed a black spear cut at Marcar. Shoot off. The running of light emitted from the tip blew Marcar's left arm brilliantly through the night as it was. It was an attack with intent to restrain, but of course I'm shooting with intent to hit it. It's just that I added and subtracted it so it wouldn't be fatal, because I still believed in Markar.

If Marcar is going to let Setuna go, you don't have to kill him. He must be Sunstrea. Even if it were someone who would use Sylville to stop Setuna, he thought it was because he was fundamentally willing to think about the citizens of Sunstrea. So you don't have to kill me. Just give it up.

That's what I thought.

"That's more than a rumor. Is this the power of the Black Spear Chaos Bringer?"

With Marcar distorting his face in agony, he put up his left arm, which had lost more than half. The blood flowing from the wound is red. Human blood. It's not a monster or anything. But being blown off your arm and staying sane can be said to have considerable mental power. Normally, if you get half your arm blown off, it's not weird to lose your mind. Its strong spiritual strength backed Marcar's strength - it seemed. But at the next moment, what Setuna saw was hard to believe.

"Yes, but I wanted it."

Meat burst out of the wound on his left arm as if to echo Marcar's cry. White meat ejected while bloody creates the shape of the human arm as it grows at an incredible rate. Seeing the rapidly formed bright white left hand, Setuna was stunned.

Markar's regenerated left arm isn't just white. There were many distorted irregularities, and the figure of the divine man, who was Kevin-Arks, passed behind Setuna's brain. Isn't it possible that divinity, the destination of albinism, is also happening to Markar? But why can he not lose his sanity, like other albinos?

Marcar glanced at his bright white arm and rubbed it with his right hand as Setuna glanced at such an idea in her head. Then not only did the creepy protuberance disappear, but the skin color returned to that of the constant.

"Lord Setuna. Wouldn't you give me the chaos bringer?

"... what the hell are you"

"That way you will not have to suffer pain, and I will gain great strength for the unity of Benoa. And after reunification, we can promise eternal peace."

Marcar has tried to let her hair rise with her left hand, which appears to have returned to human things. Far above. Citizens on earth do not see this battle. There is no abnormality in Markar's body or in anyone's eyes.

"If I were to use Chaos Blinger, who became God, there would be no enemies in this world, would there?

Marcar, who tells me softly, had the serenity to the point of spookiness.

Setuna, holding the spear with both hands, restated it. Attitude control in the air by the Mail of Dotor is also familiar. Although it is harder to fight than on the ground, it is finished so that it can move freely.

"God?

"That's right. I am God."

As Marcar paid for his right arm, he broke through the long clothes he was wearing and the whitened organs appeared in his body. It is still pure white armor, like a reminder of multiple waves. It may be the power Marcar imagines. In any case, it was not human power or the ability to summon armed. It was as if he was wearing the whitened area as an armed man, producing light as if the organ grown from his back like a light back symbolized divinity.

I hear voices from the ground. Even if you can't see Markar's face, you can see the light emitting from his back. It was so strong and eyeless. So much so that Marcar's face became backlit and invisible.

But seeing Marcar like that didn't make Setuna feel anything. There was no emotional disturbance like when we saw the real God. The feeling when relative to the Mayura God or the Mivula God was a confrontation with such a powerful force that I was anxious that it would make me unable to be myself, a feeling of reality that my consciousness was about to be erased. Even the Mayura god, who has only bitter memories for Setuna, seemed divine, without having to compare it to the false god in front of him. So throw up.

"Don't make me laugh."

"What?

"You are not a god. It's just a fool drowned in power."

Setuna fired a ray of destruction of the black spear at the same time as she affirmed. An instantly shot light from the tip of the ear cleaves the night sky and kills it to the lighted Marcar. A vast stream of light. Now, I didn't add or subtract. Marcar had quit being a human being.

I don't know how.

But he was, without a doubt, faking being human. It's unclear how a normal person suppresses and manipulates the albinism of eventually losing his sanity, but anyway, he seems to dominate the very phenomenon of divinity.

"Phew..."

When Marcar could be heard laughing with his nose, Setuna admitted that on the verge of being drunk by the running of light, Marcar's entire body would be covered with a film of white meat. Destruction rays strike directly into the membrane of the meat, causing an explosion. The aftermath ripples in the night sky, shaking Setuna's body as well. That's all the explosion. Normally, it is unbearable. But.

"Ha-ha-ha! It's you that's making me laugh. Setuna-Kamiya! Even if I see this great power flowing through me, can it be so?

I could see Marcar slamming the void with his meat wings at the same time as the smoke exploded. The membrane of meat became winged as it was. Sho. In an instant, the time can be packed. Setuna sees the moment the enlarged nail cuts off the sky, from a slightly further down.

(That's more than I imagined)

But I didn't say no at speeds that I couldn't handle.

Setsuna is now avoiding his opponent's attack by taking a distance after seeing Marcar shone. And witness sharp nails cleave the void and shock waves involve a wide range, recognizing that dehumanization by will from the mistletoe is not just physical enhancement.

Spears overhead, shooting a ray of destruction again. Now it controls the flow of force and fires a single-point centralized light wave. The ultra-fine rays penetrated Markar's thighs over his head, poking him to the flank and through his back. When Marcar glances at us, Setuna leaves the rear and sends his counterattack.

The attack, which merely wielded its arms in great waves, could not reach Setuna either, but we knew that the shock waves generated at that time were destiny. Intense shock waves poured down to the ground as they diffused, crushing multiple houses. There is a scream and panic among the one who watched over the mayor's residence. We finally realized that two monsters were fighting over Sunstrea.

Setuna glared at Markar as she heard the soldiers of the city army shouting to evacuate a citizen in turmoil.

"Markar-Talbar"

Marcar, exposed to moonlight, had even whitened his face.

I missed you.

When I told him, Setuna was fleshy on Marcar, cutting off the right arm of a divine man trying to move into evasive action.