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

It was Shivula who moved first.

And that divided the light and darkness of the battle.

The emerald colour of the true body extension increased the brilliance, as well as Sid's vision shivered, and the ensuing moment, violent pressure to awesome hit the all-round. It was just a shock wave. It's just like the aftermath, produced by Extempest's preliminary motion to make the biggest and strongest attack. That being said, the only reason the all-round armor was heavily distorted while screaming was because it was so high concentration of fluctuations in salvation.

And shortly after that, Extempest's biggest and strongest attack occurs.

The atmosphere that winds up tearing down the earth swirls, accelerating, and in an instant forms a giant tornado. Four devastating emerald-colored tornadoes began to swirl around the extensions as well as simultaneously occurring. Naturally, it was an attack calculated to involve Sid, who devoured the first direct impact of the shockwave and became immobile, and Sid was launched into heaven as he was caught in a tornado and torn his whole body apart.

Eventually, when transported to the same altitude as the Extempest, the all-round limbs were broken and only the torso, head and optical back were painfully safe. That is no longer a safe stage. It can be called dying. The pain as if it could burn out causes Sid's nerves to become irritated and deprives him of his normal senses. But Sid still didn't give up.

Four tornadoes overlap in one, increasing momentum. I can't get tired of just crushing all round limbs, until I reach my torso, back of light, and head, like I'm about to crush them until they're shattered. No matter, that doesn't end there. Extempest was raising the big spear of the trident with both hands. There will be twice as many spears compared to spears. I don't care how you look at it, it's not a throwing weapon. He's going to pierce and destroy all the rounds directly to make sure he stabs the stomach.

I mean, Shivula understands.

It means that as much as Sid doesn't do anything about it and he's not stupid enough to get caught in Shivula's attack, he knows a hundred things.

(Sir Suor)

Extempest's silver wings spread. Fly.

(After all, you are my master. but)

Flying in a gust of wind, Extempest stabbed a large spear wrapped around a tornado of salvation all round his torso. And at that moment, you must have seen the all-round torso electrify and diffuse. Even with restraints caused by a tornado of blowing salvation, we cannot continue to capture an all-round change of appearance into electric light itself. Electric light in the form of an all-round instantly disperses in eight directions. Then it becomes the incarnation of eight thunderbolts, with swords, spears, axes, triumphs, wands, machetes, sticks and hammers, and kills them in Extempest. The blade of the incarnation reaches the extension only slightly faster than the jade storm captures the incarnation. Concurrent attack from eight directions. No matter how skillful Extempest and Shivula are, only three of Shivula's big spears were swung in from his front. The remaining five bodies have stunningly captured the gap in the extension, knocking in a deadly blow.

The blade of the incarnation cleaved the back of each wing, the axe cut off his right arm from his shoulder, the spear pierced his flank, the trident clasped his neck, and the machete clasped his torso. Increased salvation to the extreme increases the speed of the true body from thunder to divine speed, sublimating the power of a single blow to something that can be called a natural mutation. At first glance, each of the casual attacks was enough to thoroughly destroy and shatter the body soul of the true body, and Extempest stopped the movement by eating a series of attacks by incarnation.

The pain felt by Shivula, the main body, would be unimaginable. That's not so strange to die instantly, no, it's no wonder you're in more pain than that. So much for a rescue attack that has been worked out to the limit. And if you don't raise it so much, you can't pierce the armor of the true body and overthrow the body.

The extended pest, which has lost its head and one arm and has been blurred, falls to the ground releasing a slight amount of remaining salvation. Free fall, not descent by the will of Shivula. He lost his buoyancy and couldn't resist gravity. Sid's all-round drive is also coming to the limit. Of the eight incarnations, three were destroyed. It was becoming so painful on Sid himself that he realized for the first time that he was the best he could be to preserve himself. And I felt trembling again at the horror of the power of my true body. Return from incarnation to true body and further back to human appearance.

No matter how much the true body is destroyed, it has no effect on the human body. If they cut off the arm of the true body, they would feel just as much pain as that, but the only thing that actually gets cut off is the arm of the true body. Even if you destroy the true body in the same way, the only thing that breaks is the true body. It has no effect on the human body. If there is, it's spirit, it's soul.

Rescue forces act on the spirit and attack the soul.

If we bump into each other with all that mighty salvation, each other's souls will quickly be blurred out, and Sid is in such a state that the last attack will no longer retain the prototype, no matter what, Shivula's soul?

Sid put his hand on his chest as he went down to the ground. I have pain. This is not the pain that was determined in spirit and cut out of soul by the attack of Shivula. My heart hurts. Under his eyes, on a thoroughly destroyed earth, a true body of emerald had fallen, yet like the remains of a giant. Left arm stretched toward heaven, as if trying to grab Sid, who is still in the air, where he saw Shivula's obsession.

No.

You're a knight, after all.

Preparedness and determination as a knight.

And pinched.

If you're trying to make it right, you shouldn't give up until the end. No matter how many situations you are driven into, no matter how many thousand of them you cut off and your soul rubs off, you must move on as long as you have life. That's what knights do.

(Yes, you did)

But his hand never reached Sid. I guess I ran out of rescue and couldn't maintain my true body. Extempest armor becomes a particle of light and scatters. Pieces of power borrowed from God. Rise to the sky and draw a spiral. And disappear. Shivula appears where the true body was falling. Drawing his power to its limits, the knight, who had been tapped into a great deal of salvation, was looking out for the sky with his left arm hoisted toward heaven. The dark clouds created by the great power of Extempest were blown away by the aftermath of the last clash, revealing starry skies overhead until stunning.

The serenity of the moonlight seemed to penetrate my heart.

Sid, when he got off the ground, walked over to Shivula without even being alert. He's running out of power. I can't move a thing anymore. On the contrary, you won't even be able to survive. It wasn't just the power that ran out. Even the soul is rubbing down to the extreme. On top of that, Sid attacked us. It was so strange that I was just keeping consciousness this way.

It wasn't strange that he was dying instantly.

"... you're my loss, Sir Rufaus"

As he walked over, he looked at Sid and opened his mouth. He had a calm eye. I even feel the illusion of being in my routine as usual. My heart trembles. He dies. Maybe that's why I'm trying to be calm. Something knightly, about your very end, something you'd like to decorate with your own will.

Hold your fist and declare.

"Yeah, mine, it's a win."

Then Shivula smiled slightly. A slight change in expression that you won't know until you've seen it. I guess I don't even have the power to make a smile. There was no power in my voice either. Speaking of Shivula, I've been known for my sinister voice since I was young, but when I lose my power, I get the impression that I'm old as soon as I can. He hasn't even turned forty yet. To be old, it's too early.

"After all, Sir was the man I expected. I know exactly what a knight of the Knights should be. Excellent. Lovely."

"Sir Suor."

Sid couldn't wait to dislike looking down at Shivula as he stood. Give in to the spot and hold his hand as he lifts it. No reaction. It was as if it had been frozen, stretched unconsciously. His body temperature is also low. Looks like he's losing his mind. You think the heart is trying to finish that activity?

I'm no longer a knight.

Shivula, he seemed to smile bitterly, but his expression remained the same.

"I have betrayed the Knights. For personal reasons, I left the Knights. There is no way such a thing would be a knight. Sir and others are not good beings. Sir will know that."

"But..."

"Sir, you're extraordinarily kind. Even so, he tries to treat me as a knight. I am just a backpacker. While out of the Knights philosophy, still use the power of Mivula. What a half-baked readiness."

Sid bowed his eyes to the thoughts put into his own heavy words. A knight named Shivula Zan-Suor, who has built it up over the years, and a complex heart for chivalry that he has tried to penetrate.

"But if it's the end of a half-baked death, isn't it bad?"

Shivula went, without breaking his serene expression. It must have been my fault that I looked like I laughed.

"I just cared about him"

And he may have spoken because he knew that his life remained marginal.