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

"You were tailoring the albino patient to a divine man!

Shooting down the impact produced by the giant arm's horizontal giraffe causes the continuous heat rays to be played with black spears. What makes me feel defensive against a constant series of attacks is, in a way, that I have no choice.

Black spears are strong. Its offensive power is so powerful that it does not allow other followers. But it was only the ability on the offensive side and the tease on the defensive side. No matter how much physical abilities are enhanced by side effects with black spears in your hands, your skin will not thicken if your bones cannot be stiff. It remains a human body of vegetables, and attacks by summoning arms are foolish, and we usually even have to watch out for weapons attacks. The human body is not toughened by subpoenas. It does not become flesh like a divine Marcar. If you are unscrupulous and wounded, that will only disadvantage you. If there is a kind of summoning arm that strengthens healing abilities, yet none of its family members with black spears had such abilities.

In that regard, although the mail-of-doer can gain a tremendous defense, depending on how the wings are used, it should not be overconfident either. How compressively enhanced are the butterfly wings, not far into the shield of Messiah's protective area. So the enemy's attack should have been either speared or focused on sending. And all you have to do is attack the gap you headline. Victory is ahead of that pile.

Most importantly, there was no way he could struggle like Marcar, and Setuna glanced at him. Now can I just say that we haven't grown at all? I acknowledge that fact, whilst gently groaning that countless fingers arrive like tentacles seeking bait.

"That's not a good word to say. I'm just giving you a role in the poor things that have albinism and have no choice but to be divine."

He said it was a role.

"That's right. It's a role. As a calamitous god who threatens peace, it's an important role to be defeated by me, the symbol of peace."

The insane roar of the divine men rips the dark night apart, and the screams of one envelop Sunstrea. Kevin-Arks' dehumanization was the other day. No way, no one would have imagined that there would be a divine disaster to keep standing, and they wouldn't have wanted to think about it. But the gods easily trample on the mood of the citizens of Sanstrea and destroy the township of Sanstrea. The soldiers of the City Army evacuate the citizens, as well as confront the Divine Men, but there was no match for the Divine Men who turned them into mighty monsters. It was only to be trampled with an enlarged foot, or smashed with a giant hand, or in any case kicked without the art of exchange, and bowshooting from a distance had no effect on the divine man at all.

A voice awaiting the arrival of Mayor Marcar-Talber can be heard from there.

Every citizen of Sanstrea, every soldier in the city army, believed in Marcar-Talber, and seemed convinced that the mayor would surely repel the Divine Man and save Sanstrea. Whenever such a voice was heard, Setuna, anger gushed.

"If you see a divine man scattering destruction and slaughter, one can only fear and fight. One is a helpless, weak creature. Prior to the Great Destruction, in the centuries since the summons of the Imperial Devil, man has bitten his own powerlessness. The realization that he is merely ravaged by a merciless and vicious creature called the Imperial Demon evokes and atrophies before the divine man. That's the human limit. But I'm not. I am God. It's beyond human beings and beyond divine men."

Four arms stretching from Marcar's back transform him into wings of flesh, making him look like a white demon, nestled in the air. And then, at the next moment, countless feathers were ejected like bullets from the wings of the meat, drawing a large curve towards Setuna. It can be called countless bullets of meat. They followed Markar's intended orbit and filled Setuna's path as she approached Markar. Setuna immediately took the bullet by deploying the butterfly wings forward, distorting her face to continuous shock and pain. The rain of bullets never stops. It is killing not only front, back, left and right, but also up, down, diagonally, and from the bottom. Spread your wings and open your sight. There was a bullet looming in front of me. Shortly after swinging through the spear and cleaving the meat mass into two pieces, Setuna is witnessing the creation of a cutting surface in the belly of the Malkar body by a slaughter that propagates the void. Blood erupts, vision turns dark. Spatial transfer.

"What would one think if I defeated a divine man"

Listening to Marcar's crappy speech, I am convinced that he has succeeded in transferring behind it. Two pairs of giant wings and light backs, and tough armor and transformed whitening areas. Towards the empty back, stick the spear in. The black spear easily breaks through the armor of the flesh of the divine man, and its cutting-edge ends into the body. While uncomfortable with being perceived too lightly, he did not condone it. Immediately emits a devastating ray of full force, blowing Marcar's flesh from within by a violent stream of light. Explosive light to awesome smears vision white, and shock waves strike Setuna. Do not defy the force and escape to the sky while being blown away.

I had a response. Definitely must have uprooted and wiped out Markar's flesh. With some fatigue due to repeated wear and tear, Setuna performed postural control in the air. And stunned. Because out of the smoke, I could hear Markar.

"You will come to worship, honor, and believe in me as God does. I will recognize and admire that I am the only salvation in this devastated world. The thought becomes my strength, and I become stronger and stronger. Let me reach out to the weak as God, and bring salvation into the world."

When the smoke burst into the wind and disappeared, the stars reflected Marcar's appearance. The body, which was supposed to have been shattered by destructive light rays, instantly regenerated, and the wings and back of light, more massive than just now, gave Marcar a more intimidating feeling. But more than that, Setuna had to turn her attention to what Marcar had to say.

What he meant was that he was using albinos to raise his ratings. It is unclear what method it is, but if Marcar discusses the divinity of the albino patient and where his former human, the divine, is causing disaster, nature, the citizens of Sanstrea, will become believers in Marcar. Human beings are simple creatures. It's easier to believe, especially when you're weak.

Do-it-yourself.

"... who are you?"

"What can I be angry about? Lord Setuna. This is the current state of the world. The powerless can only be destroyed without the art of exchange before the divine man or the divine beast. It is this world that cannot be made without the likes of me. And the divine men, whom I can sacrifice to gain the power of stone, will be happy. Their death will never be in vain"

"Look at this tragedy, is that what it is!

"Tragic?"

Marcar laughed with her nose.

"This would not have happened if you had obeyed my will, if you had offered a black spear, even if it had not been under my command. There is no need for me to wake up the gods, nor for Sunstrea to be in this situation. No one was killed or injured, and he was able to return to his former days of peace. This is all your fault, Lord Setuna."

"I'm not talking nonsense! It's all on your own!

Turn your spear in anger and shoot off the rays of destruction. The immense light that pierced the darkness, however, was gently deflected by Marcar's fast movement and vanished into the sky. But Setuna won't give up. Prior to Markar's destination as he fires rays of light as he continues to stand. The ability to fly the Mail of Dotor is never low.

"That's what you're doing only for your ambition and desire! No!"

"You're not. I am acting to make this Sunstrea a great god in order to protect the entire island of Benoa from all calamities. Otherwise, my deeds themselves are salvation."

Marcar, when told off to the shore of arrogance, converted the four wings into giant arms, he had slapped them with a setuna aim. The auspicious arms roar. Four series of strikes carried out at an extraordinary rate, each of which was vicious. But they never capture Setuna. Even if you capture it, it's cut off in a circle at that moment.

He chopped it up with a black spear while taking evasive motion by flying at high speed. You can't tap a decisive blow into them, but they shouldn't be pointless, against those that play right after the mutilation. It seems very unlikely that Markar's ability to regenerate is inexhaustible.

"Those who suffer from albinism, even if I do not lay my hands on them, will become divine. I can't stop all that. Then it should feed my strength. That way, you don't have to waste your life"

"I'm keeping you alive because of the possibility of treatment. Then you're not!

"That too, no"

The light emitted by Setuna clashed with the light emitted from Marcar's back of light, causing a huge explosion between the two. Cold Marcar's voice sounds as the explosion blows.

"Everything is my food"

"Marcar!

"Ha ha! Setuna-Kamiya!

I guess the only reason Marcar laughed like he was proud to win was because he couldn't stand to exhaust Setuna's previous offense.

"That's the power of the black spear with you! To that extent, I cannot defeat! indestructible!"

"Shoot him!

Setuna looked at the face of the monster convinced of the victory, whilst scolding the ramblings caused by Marcar's giant arms. Though it only shows that the golden light overflowing from his eyes is a paranormal being, Marcar had nothing to hold him as a god, he thought. Ambition and desire are driving Marcar. The salvation is just a decoration.

His purpose is to reign as ruler of the land.

"I can't keep a guy like you alive!

"I'm the guardian of this Sunstrea, aren't I? If you kill me, if you destroy me, Sunstrea will be temporarily dysfunctional and will only be ravaged by the gods. You can take responsibility for that!

"Whatever they say, whatever they say, I can't let you go wild."

"Are you saying that Sunstrea can perish as a result!

"It's a lot better than depositing a future with a fake god like you."

"That's what it means to be stupid!

Though he tries to approach by scratching the countless rays emitted by Marcar, he is forced to speak a distance, one end to the awesomeness of the barrage. Markar's attack must be fatal every blow. There's no way a human body can withstand a divine attack.

"Look at your misery! That's the future of Sunstrea without me!

"Eh."

When Setuna shifted her gaze to the city of Sanstrea, the flash passed her sight. A tremendous stream of light rushed from above Setuna towards the earth, instantly following with his eyes, through the torso of a divine man who continued to expand. Not just once. The rays pouring down to keep standing pierce and penetrate the divine men.

"That's right. Exactly. Setuna-Kamiya"

The voice was heard from far overhead.

Looking up, huge eyes were floating between the sky and the sea of stars.

"We must not let the divine man go wild. No matter what defamation. No matter how reprehensible. No matter how hard it is."

No, not eyes.

Because of the light back unfolding in the distance, it just looks like an eye. Keep your eyes peeled and you'll know better. Floating in the starry sky it was the true body of the thirteen knights, whose shining armor was divine and reliable without having to compare to the alienated Marcar.