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

Bain was shocked by what had happened in front of him.

It's about Crown Crown Transformation.

Crown Crown is the true body of Halbert-Benoagard. It is the power given to it by the Savior God Mivula and the power to save it. A substitute for what should also be the final form of salvation, which can only be used by the XIII Knight. You can call the illusion of wrapping salvation around a weapon an imposition on the flesh and soul. So to speak, it was a disguise of the flesh and soul, and the manifestation of the true body could be called the manifestation of the soul. And a battle between true bodies can be called a bump between souls. The battle between the true body and the true body is beating each other's souls.

True body is the power of God. Ultimately speaking, they are inherently invincible. It was impossible to harm a human being in the end, and even if he did so with a powerful summoning weapon, there is no real harm to the knight who is the main body. When Sid's all-round was destroyed by the black spear Setuna, it was also because Sid was perfectly intact and had no mental abnormality whatsoever. I mean, true bodies are invincible.

But when it comes to fighting between true bodies, it's different.

The weapon of the true body is the power of God - salvation. With salvation, it is possible to attack the target's soul at the same time as attacking the true body. The more powerful the attack, the greater the salvation that can be put into it, naturally. If the true body is such an attack that it will be crushed, the destruction of the soul will also be tremendous. Not to mention, if you've been struck with a blow of maximum power, it's not strange that you can't get it back on track.

If you recall what happened as a result of Shivula being struck by Extempest with an all-round attack of maximum power, you'll see.

It would not have been surprising if the soul had vanished if it had been forced to strike directly enough salvation to cause a natural mutation in the muddled soul.

That's exactly what Bain's high-powered attack on Hulberto's crown crown was. It was a comparable blow to Sid's. Attack that burns and knocks in all vitality. I put the power of a special blow into it. In fact, that's all Crown Crown had his torso erased and he couldn't move. Hulberto's destruction of his soul would have been tremendous too.

Yet his crown crown was not only restored, but further enhanced.

Impossible.

There is no way that the human soul has that much power. No, in the first place, there can be no further strengthening of the true body. True body is the greatest power in itself. Nothing more.

(Unless you're working for something else...)

Bain had a bad feeling and stepped in without watermark. Crown Crown, just restored, hadn't shown any movement. If you want to knock in an attack, there is no other way. Dive into the nostalgia, with all the power that remains, and swing through your fists. but.

"I'm not your opponent."

The fist of high power cut off the sky. The crown crown scratched out.

(Metastasis......!

Bain, with tongue-beating thoughts, tried to tap into the swinging blow toward the signs that appeared behind him, but once again he didn't feel it. The fist is cleaving the sky. The signs, once again, appeared behind his back and quickly went far away. Watch. The crown crown wrapped around a ruggedly luxurious exterior was like a king's style. It was felt that there was no room for the action. It's only natural that he can afford Bain, who is being exhausted by a series of wars, not only to rebuild his true body but also to strengthen it. Without it, we can't strengthen it or anything.

No, even if I could afford it, all I could do was precisely reconstruct the true body. As I mentioned earlier, it is not possible to strengthen the true body. Not if it's Crown Crown's hidden ability to know, but there's no way. There's no way Hulberto would spare any effort by putting a high power forward. Except for the story if there was so much leeway in the battle ahead, but that's impossible to say no.

"Oh dear...!

"Your opponent is this person"

As the crown crown hoisted its left hand horizontally, the void ahead distorted. Make sure something seeps out into the distorted space while Bain's in shape, and it emerges. He was nothing short of stunned. The true body, which boasts more than high power, gently expressed its beauty under the moonlight.

"Such an idiot......!

Unexpectedly, scream. I had to scream, and I had to lose my word as it was.

It's impossible, for example, to see it wrong. Everyone in the thirteenth knight knew it, and everyone was in awe and awe.

World Guardian.

It was the true body of Fairling Zan-Kreus and the most powerful and invincible true body to have been accompanied by the protection of Mivula.

Just as huge and full of majesty as armor. True body has to be so overwhelmed, even by Bain, that I can only fall in love. It is the only true body of the Knights with the highest power. It's power. It is an overwhelming and immense force in itself. He was one of the few beings that Bain would dream of with just enough thought to admire and scorch himself. And it was also a force that I could never get. Even Bain knows that you can't control it if you don't have as much mental power as Failing. Even the control of high power makes it extremely difficult. Being anything more, it was obvious that it was out of Bain's control. Bain isn't the only one. None of the other thirteen knights, except the failing ring, can control the World Guardian.

So what about the World Guardian now manifested in front of you?

"Is it real..."

"Yeah, sure. Dimensions are different, you're a real world guardian. And"

Hulberto tells the story as he looks out for the World Guardian. Where Crown Crown dressed so flashly, compared to the brave and disgraceful appearance of the World Guardian, it will have no choice but to look like a poor minister. The World Guardian is the apex of all true bodies. Neither high power nor crown crown can compare.

"It is only natural to drive, My Lord Chief Fairling."

When the World Guardian's helmet, his shining eyes behind him, emitted a golden light along with a word of further shock, a mountainous giant body moved. That is why the mounting god, capable of carrying a giant sword with as much true a body as a concomitant body, approaches high power in a relaxing walk. Bain couldn't even move in front of the fact of the shock told by Hulberto.

If the fact is that the World Guardian is real and the failing ring is driving, he wasn't the opponent to foment Bain. No, of course, you can't move because you're the one who can't win. The stronger they are, the stronger they burn. It's a man named Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt. It has been so since I was a child. I have been aroused by large adult opponents and have been so badly injured that I lost consciousness. There can be no fear of defeat.

Fear is not there.

One is awe of the World Guardian and one of the failing rings.

That's not all.

A man who lost his life with the Great Destruction and thought he could never see it again is now showing his true body as the manifestation of his soul.

My heart shook.

"Bain!"

Sid's scream would be against the fact that the World Guardian raised his extremely great sword heavenly. The World Guardian hasn't moved that much. Just about packed the distance from Bain. Not yet, the distance the sword reaches. No matter how huge the World Guardian's Extreme Sword is, there is a limit to the extent to which its fullness reaches. By sight, the World Guardian cutting-edge only reaches far ahead of the high power. But there's no way the World Guardian can fail to see Failing.

I guess it will arrive.

If the Great Sword is a slaughter with the help of the World Guardian, not the.

It's as easy as breaking off a high power in a remote position. I'm sure.

Bain was in love with the immense power of salvation that converged on the great sword. It's not that I can't move. It's not moving. The slaughter carried out by the World Guardian, driven by the urge to see it through to its end. The salvation that converges in the great two-handed sword becomes a tower of light and stands. Through the darkness of the night, it stretches all the way to the starry sky. If you keep swinging it down, you'll be able to amputate the high power and the Stra fortress with that alone.

"What are you doing! Avoid it!"

Bain returned to me by Sid's screaming. And I also wondered what Sid had lost his blood on.

(What are you talking about?)

Avoid it, Sid said. I don't know as much about Sid as I would if I avoided him. If Bain avoids, the World Guardian's Sword of Light will be slammed against the Stra Fortress. The Stra Fortress was drunk by the running of salvation and had to be extinguished. Sid, many knights, and inhabitants die.

That's not allowed by Bain's chivalry.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Bain ran out with a growl. Both eyes of the World Guardian saw this one. The sword of light seemed complete. Shake it down. Sicker than that, high power flies. Accelerate by ejecting the rescue force from the right cage hand rear injection port. A blow aimed at both hands holding the pattern of the sword of light to be waved down. Aiming at the World Guardian body makes no sense. Even if you pierce the torso, if the blade falls into the fortress, that's it. Do not let the sword swing through. So what do I do? It's easy. You can knock off the sword.

(Easy thing!

He kept yelling as I tried to tell him. It was freeing up all remaining salvation. I didn't care what happened after that. Even if this soul tries to burn out, it's not what I found out. You just have to leave the rest to everyone. There's Sid. There are also Luveris and Rowfa in Ozfeld. Where I'm all alone, it doesn't matter. But Sid can't. There is no substitute for him.

(Burn, my soul...!

The fist of high power continued to accelerate, finally capturing the hands of the World Guardian. but.

"Become -!?"

He was unexpectedly stunned.

The fist pierced was a void of nothing.

The World Guardian was scratched out.

Signs are far ahead.

Seeing it, the World Guardian is dramatically altering the orbit of the sword he was about to wave down. Vertical to horizontal. A flash of horizontal gills. Slash only to cleave the high power with your fist swung through. In other words, the earlier swing was a trap to lure Bain -.

"Ha..."

Bain laughed.

It was no longer cheerful for my breadth and the arm of the failing ring that brought out its breadth.

The sword of light is imminent. Awesome speed. There's no way you can avoid it. The force was exhausted, and we can't modify the orbit. Slash by salvation. I'm sorry if I hit you and you'll just break your true body. Ripped to the soul, we have no choice but to perish.

But it's not a bad death.

If it's about being mutilated to death by the force Bain made his goal, that's fine.

And the flash smeared my vision white.