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

Snakeline was a sword with an average power as a summoning arm.

If you don't have a particularly powerful ability, you don't have a tremendous destructive power. There were side effects that reinforced the user's physical abilities, five senses, and the width lifted by it was not that great either. It is also clear from its ability that it is by no means weak.

I was free to bend as well as let myself stretch freely.

It can be anything but powerful, such as a sword that stretches out everywhere the user wants. Rather than attacking from outside the range of the target, it is possible to cut multiple targets simultaneously. Being able to bend oneself even more freely must also mean being able to use such methods as drawing complex tracks, ignoring allies, and attacking only enemies. Given that the more powerful summoning armies you may involve your allies, that can be used to keep your allies out of it is only a strength.

Setuna couldn't help but remember Summon Armed Swordcaine, which Esq-Soma loved to use. That is a short wand shaped summoning weapon rather than a sword, but the blade of light stretching from the tip of the short wand was its ability. Swordcaine's blade of light means he can freely manipulate not only the length of his body, but also the shape, width and thickness, which would be more user-friendly than snake lines. However, it was more difficult than the snake line to determine how to handle it for that matter, and it was thanks to its simple performance that Setsuna grabbed a light grasp of how to use the snake line. If it's Swordcaine, that's not how it works.

Lightly, though, dozens of hours had passed graciously since Setsuna got the snake line.

Meanwhile, Wayne sat up on the hill of the clam, wearing an arc blue, meditating. It also never taught Setsuna how to use the snake line. When he complained that Raheen was unfriendly, he laughed with his nose as to where the idiot was sending the help boat to the enemy.

There was only plenty of time.

There is no need to hurry.

I don't even need to rush.

Snakeline is a summoning weapon that has nothing to do with black spears. But it will in no way be in vain to determine how to treat it. Using the ability to subpoena arms means draining mental power, the same thing that builds spirituality. This means that any summoning weapon can only be used, little by little but it builds its own spiritual strength.

Setuna's previous battles have not been in vain either.

The fact that we have used black spears and continue to torture our spirits turns out to be a force now.

Not being swayed by the power of the snake line is proof that that's all mental strength is being built. Of course, there's no way I can handle a black spear or anything if I seem to be swinging into a subpoena armed to the extent of a snake line.

Anyway, Setuna devoted her time to proficiency in the snake line as a consistency of her training.

No training will ever be in vain.

"Okay."

Setuna admitted that she had finally gained a satisfactory level of sophistication by drawing letters in the void with Snakeline's fullness.

In those days, Wayne had also finished meditating. His blue eyes stare at this one. Sharp, intense gaze. There was such a strong will that staring back would also require courage.

"Hell is a good thing. I can't stand dozens or hundreds of hours without drinking or eating. It's a great place for endless training."

"So I wonder what"

"Hmm?"

"I was sent to hell."

Setuna finally came to the thought of why Azmaria wanted him to go to hell after getting here. Indeed, hell was the perfect place to train, as Wayne put it. Without fatigue, you don't get annoyed by all kinds of cravings. Dozens, hundreds of hours - no, even thousands of hours will be able to dawn into training. It's impossible in this world. No human being can help but sleep, and live without drinking and eating. If you do that, you will die in the middle of your training. But you didn't have to worry about that in hell, where the dead are.

That's why Azmaria wanted to send Setuna to hell early. If you go to hell, you can continue to train yourself as much as you want. If Setuna had been summoned and trained in hell early, there was no doubt that various circumstances had changed. It could have been like Setuna never struggled and just stacked victories.

Although, in that case, I wouldn't have been able to stay in Setuna in Gandia.

It is likely that Gandia had been destroyed by Logner and Zalwarn or by Kruselk during his training in Hell.

"You're kidding."

"Right."

"That would be so. Hell is the destination of the dead. End of the line. Land of the end of the soul. Yet you have fallen here to train. Totally, just kidding."

"... oh yeah"

Admit it.

Certainly not from a dead man like Wayne, a deceased. There's nothing more ridiculous about it. This is hell. This is where the dead are. It's not something that should be there, such as getting mixed up alive there. It must not be, and it cannot be. Besides, after you've served your purpose, let's give it back. From the dead, there's more to ridicule. There was no point in Wayne being angry either.

"You will return to this world once you have completed your studies. From this unconscious“ afterlife ”to that glorious“ world ”

"Oh."

"If the Hellfielders would listen to that, they wouldn't shut up"

"Ha. Then what?"

Setuna grabbed the snake line pattern and looked to Wayne.

"I don't care who thinks I am, I have to be strong again. So I've fallen in shame. So I'll fight you, too. That's all right."

"Oh, that's fine. That's good. Well done. That's right. I've been working out to this day just to fight you."

Wayne stayed unattended. His weapon is a swarm of blue armor that wraps around his entire body. Arc Blue. Atmospheric Manipulative Summoning Armed. On top of that, I summoned Snakeline to fight the Black Spear Setuna. If the black spear cannot be summoned, he decides that no further summoning is necessary. Still, his advantage is unwavering.

This weapon is his Summoning Armed Snakeline. Its abilities, its characteristics, Wayne would know better.

"Even if that's a tentative first moment, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether you live or die. [M] A rematch with you. That's all I want."

"Then why don't we get started?"

"Oh."

Wayne nodded.

Okay, let's go.

Wayne kicked the ground. On a hill filled with bloody skulls, his body reaches its highest speed in an instant. A tremendous gust plundered the top of his head, wondering if he had disappeared from Setuna's sight. The storm blew through as it followed, sneering Setuna. swinging back. I saw the arc blue flock gleaming in the dark sky. Waving up the sword, I remember. His body grows rapidly, killing him to Wayne over the sky as he cuts off the void. but Wayne's attack is extraordinarily faster. He was waving his arms down from the sky toward the lower Setuna.

The atmosphere was roaring. Setsuna glanced straight up at the pressure of the world.

There was a sight in front of me as if the sky were coming down.

A giant tornado descended on the top of the hill.