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

Sylphide Feather is a Summoning Armor with Wind Attributes.

The shape was named Silfed Feather because of the teacher's assessment that it was a pure white coat and beautiful as if knitted by the Spirit of the Wind.

There is another origin of the name. It can be changed from a coat to a pure white wing, and in that state he will be able to work, dominate and freely fly around the air into the surrounding atmosphere. The figure had a reputation for being like an angel, and the appearance of Ruufa herself had been coupled with the mistaken appearance that a true angel had descended. A man who has no knowledge of the art of armed summoning can only seem to be a winged man and cannot be mistaken for the use of God who descended from heaven.

It was roughly fifty years ago that the art of armed summons was born. Shortly afterwards, the "Continental Summoners Association", founded in Lyohan, the main mountain of armed summoning, spread throughout the continent, gave birth to armed summoners around the world, and the fact that pseudo-magic existed to be armed summoning was also widely known. However, some are still unaware of the existence of armed subpoenas, and in the VASTARIAN COMMUNITY FORCE AREA, they say that is remarkable.

Despite the example of Lyohan, independent of Vashtaria by the power of armed subpoena.

That, he said, was because Vashtalia intentionally directed it to do so. If the Vashtara followers are made aware of the existence of armed summoning techniques, something may appear to Lyohan to try to learn armed summoning techniques. Lyohan is an anti-church autonomous city. There is freedom and vibrancy unrelated to the Vashtara Church. Vashtalia, it's not necessarily that something doesn't show up questionable like the presence of the Vashtara Church. And if only a few of those things showed up, things like Lyohan's independence fuss wouldn't necessarily happen again.

A sense of crisis, perhaps too much Vashtarian thought, forbade contact between Vashtarian followers and armed summoning techniques.

Lyohan's background on independence also publicly announces to the Vashtara followers that it has become a carriage of recognition of independence by a completely different background, and that Lyohan is a city inhabited by demons and should not be approached. It means that every means was used to prevent Vashtara believers from understanding the art of armed summons.

As a result, when Ruufa visited the nearby cities of Lyohan, he made a fuss.

Huh, I guess I remembered that because the Ark is deeply impressed with Ruufa's memory exactly as a substitute for God's army.

Moreover, that god was a god of sorts that could be called the evil god, the evil god, for Lyohan, and he was not as venerable as the patron saint Malik.

The Ark, twice, brought disaster to Lyohan. The first was an attempt to overthrow Lyohan by tens of thousands of troops, and the second was an attempt to overthrow the siege by many times that army, both of which would not have been able to escape their predicament with Lyohan alone without external cooperation. Just thinking back now seems to shake my heart.

For the first time, not yet, okay. Though tens of thousands, the enemy was only human and not something that could not be dealt with. If Lyohan hadn't spared even the input of non-combatants, he would have been able to destroy them. But the second time, it didn't. The dragons led by Ramles, and if Setuna hadn't come to help us, Lyohan must have perished before the overwhelming power of the Divine Army.

For this reason, Ruufa recognizes the Ark as an ominous ship carrying omens of doom.

Step down to the deck and look around. On the deck of a giant ship. I didn't know what material it was made of to look at it or to the degree of feel behind my feet. At least it doesn't seem like a known material. It is not made of wood or metal. That wasn't just about the deck, it was about the whole ark. Not all parts of the ark also found metal structures, but there were more materials that appeared to be other than metal, such as decks and ceilings. And the deck and lid don't seem to be made of the same material. The ceiling is translucent and recognizable to the blue of the sky, but the deck was not such that the interior structure of the ark could be peeked across it.

"On the deck, as far as I can tell, it feels like a fluke. I don't see anything particularly suspicious..."

"The problem is inside, Ruufa."

"Even if there's a trap, you mean inside."

"That's the thing."

To Malik's natural reaction, he glanced lightly at the communicator, the metal disc in his hand lightly luminescent whether by the power of God. The communicator is good to say that Malik, unable to move from the centre of the protective junction, is an excellent one to discuss with an external human being, even if he does not leave the scene, and must be in Riohan today. Malik takes a good look at Lyohan as a patron saint and thinks carefully. God's gaze, God's opinion, is extremely important to Lyohan's operation.

'There must be an entry point to the ship somewhere. No matter how many divine armies are God's armies, ships to carry those armies will not make them into structures dedicated to the genus of God'

"Dedicated to the genus of God... for example?

"It's a structure where space and space are disconnected and we have to use the means of transfer."

"I see... then it's definitely for God's sake"

That being said, a number of subpoenaed armies with spatial transfer capabilities floated behind Ruufa's brain. One is a black spear, but that has to mediate blood and is not available anywhere. The question arises as to whether we can transfer as much as we wish to the spaces cut off from it. After all, if it becomes a structure dedicated to the genus Divine, it may not be something that can be broken through by the ability of the Summoning Army.

"The Ark was used by people belonging to the Divine Army. I think there's a way in and out of the ship somewhere. '

"Is that it? There's a door under that staircase."

Ruufa spotted the door deep on the deck and rushed over with a sledge. Jump down the stairs and check the doors. It's a solid door with a handle. There is a window for peeking inside, which is fitted with something like translucent glass. I can't be sure of glass because it may be of the same material as the lid. I peek into the ship through the window, but I can't see anything in the dark.

Then Ruufa hoisted the communicator horizontally, slightly away from the door. When I wonder if an even stronger light was emitted from the center of the communicator, the circular part that was leaking light, a small doll-like illusion appears. The illusion, which illustrates the figure of the patron saint Malik himself, sees the door to which Ruufa aspires, and after a while he has looked this way.

"In the meantime, could you come in?"

"Oh, my God."

Ruufa, responding lightly to Malik's illusion, laid his hands on the handle of the door. There's nothing like numbing your hands, or feeling the heat. Instead, the chilling sensation made him aware of the delay in the spring of the northern earth. Pull the handle and open the door. The passage to the ship was shadowed and dark. Ruufa thought only a little, flashing once, he stepped, in large part, into the inside of the door. The super sensation of being equipped with a subpoena arm grasps some depth from the echoing footsteps to the breadth of the aisle, but there is no way you can rely solely on such things to advance through the darkness.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know what you're going to do, but I need a light."

"Do something unpunished."

"No, it's not as good as Malik's."

Ruufa illuminated the ship's passageway using the light emitted by Malik's illusion by placing the communications device in the front. Naturally, Malik will be overthrown. Of course, there can't be any impact on Malik himself. Fantasies are nothing but illusions.

That's why Ruufa was able to act like this even though it didn't seem like an outrage at first sight.

Rely on the light emitted by the Patron Saint's illusion to continue down the aisle.

The on-board passage was narrow and more intrusive than I had ever imagined. There is an overwhelming lack of spatial spread to pack tens of thousands of soldiers, but according to Malik's considerations, it is likely that the Divine Army was not putting its tens or hundreds of thousands of troops on the ark. He said it would be more sensible to assume that there was something like a space transfer device inside the Ark from which the soldiers staying at the Divine Army base were transferred. It is not without the power of God to twist and bend the spaces on board, create huge spaces, and load tens of millions of soldiers there, but given God's burden, they are not very conceivable. Besides, the fact that there is a transfer device that encourages spatial transfer is made clear by Kenan Eusnal, so there is no possibility of the latter.

Either way, there will never be any remaining soldiers of the Divine Army on board, and the transferring device and the dots have been destroyed by Kenan Yousnar. Whatever the trap might be, it wasn't horrible. This one has God's protection. What do you fear?

Ruufa had been light-hearted and distracted since that remark by Malik. He forgot to act cautiously when he said he was on an enemy ship, and walked wide aboard with probability until he was bold and invincible. Of course, I have not neglected to check what is happening on board. But no matter how much you look around, it doesn't look like there's anything in particular.

"It's too dark to know."

"I thought you told me to get a demon light."

"Oh, sure, I have it for you,"

"Then I'd like you to take advantage of the Demonic Light, not me."

"Right."

Ruufa, not against Malik's opinion, took the demonic crystal lamp for his phone, which was lowered to his waist. Touching the magic crystal lamp and turning it on was so strong that it was not comparable to its brightness or the light of the communicator. A cool blue and white light pays off and illuminates darkness from the front of Ruufa.

The onboard passage, which was equal to the labyrinth, was just interrupted, as if the vast space was waiting for his arrival.