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

"Black everywhere, painted to dust, vast and far-reaching sea. It shows the depth of your own desire."

Setuna frowned at Lance of Designer's words with a big black spear in her hand. Where are those humans happy to be told that that nightmarish sewage is their heart?

"That's what I want."

"How'd it go? The taste of my desires."

I don't want to taste it again.

"You will, you will. I don't think I want to touch my depth of desire because nothing is limited to human beings, and I'm not ashamed of them. But be proud."

Lance of Designer is coming to Eagle Deep Fried. Any of those action moves are unimaginable from the Summoning Armed Lance of Designer. Perhaps the body's character has nothing to do with its appearance and ability as a subpoena weapon.

"In the hundreds of millions of robberies so far, only a handful of humans have been as greedy as you. And not being swayed by that desire is extremely rare. Nor do we know that our Lord cares. But the truth is, I still don't think your lord deserves to be seen with our Lord. This is how it became your lord's final test. I will see to it the power of my lord, the final test."

"Well, maybe there's more to it."

Setuna glanced at Lance of Designer. Still in my mouth the aftertaste of dirty water remained, it was raging around, and my whole body, I was suffering from tingling pain. Even if what he says is true, there is so much to wish for, such as a trial where you have to taste this discomfort.

But Lance of Design never meant to be bad.

"This is my way."

"That's a nasty way to do it."

"If you take it for a less greedy person, it's supposed to be a trial without any fun. Your lord, he didn't. My desire to scorch myself is swirling deep into your lord's heart. If you look directly at that fact, you won't be able to cross my test."

"My desire...... hey"

Setuna did not miss the slight shaking of the cutting edge of the spear as she said back to Lance of Designer. Faster than a man's foot leaves the ground, flying to the left. Not behind, to the left. If we keep falling back, we'll be cornered by a sea of sewage, but we're making sure there was a vast earth lying behind the left hand side of the altar. If we were to fight, we should have headed for land, not the seaside.

"I'd like you to know what it's like."

When you think you hear a fierce gold-cutting sound, an awesome clash shakes the earth and winds up the dust. The tip of the spear spinned fast, choosing the ground like an excavator. However, Setuna is intact. Flying away.

"On my own, don't you see?

"I rather have a reputation for being too abnegate."

"Do you turn away from the essence of others' appreciation?"

Turning around, Lance of Designer was already looming ahead of her. Roll the fierce thrust to the right to deflect, and keep rolling and dodging the continually slapped blow further. Fly away from the dodging tip and avoid the squirting tip on all fours, landing only on your feet and falling back. The tip passed right in front of me. For a breathless series of attacks, the unarmed Setuna has no choice but to dodge.

"Your Lordship certainly cannot help but be abnegated at one point. I'll admit that too. Therefore I could not control your lord. Like that thing."

"... Wayne?"

Wayne Bersein-Teulos was the only one who stood in front of Setuna with Lance of Designer in his hand. Ruufa has also summoned Lance of Designer, but I guess he never got taken in like Wayne did. That must be huge that while Ruufa acknowledged the overwhelming power of Lance of Designer, he felt ominous about that power and didn't try to rely on it. In that regard, Wayne seemed to have craved strength to kill Setuna and responded to Lance of Designer's call, which did not work. So Wayne couldn't control his powers and was drunk.

"That thing was a great bearer of power and desire for humans. Therefore I have worked upon it, and have become an enemy to your lord. He became the enemy of the Black Spear."

"... no, you did. You and the rest of your family broke away from the black spear. Is that what you want, too?"

"That's right. And I have mine, and they have their desires, and their desires poke and move us. Therefore, we challenge him. To beat that one day. I used that thing for that, but I lost. Before the power of your lord and that one. And I tried to rule your lord, but that wasn't possible either. Your lord's greed for himself was too much."

"That means abnegation. So what?"

"In one way, something like that"

A man laughs with his nose. I kicked the ground. Fly left. Severe pain. Look, the tip is blowing off the elbow of your right arm. Blood erupts from time to time, and heat and pain disturb consciousness. After all, in the flesh of an ordinary man, we cannot keep up with the speed of a summoning weapon. You can say you've been too good so far.

"Your lord is so greedy that he knows no fear in other respects."

"Greed? Me?

I did this so perfectly that I almost ate the Lance of Design chase at risk, but I succeed in avoiding it painfully. But the wind pressure caused by the pitch-black spear snaps Setuna's leg, and her leg slips and falls to the spot. Regardless, it's not a lance of design that misses that gap. The spiral spear fleshes to the face of the fallen Setuna. The moment I thought I was going to poke him, the cutting tip suddenly stopped, and only the wind pressure flattened my face.

Lance of Designer pulled the spear, took a few steps, retreated.

"Your Lordship wishes the happiness of almost every human being involved in himself"

"What?"

Setuna was decent, not knowing the intent and meaning of Lance of Designer's actions. The blown right arm is back on track at some point and only the pain hurts. I'm still reminding you of the fact that this isn't the real world, but that's something you're used to, too. Injury is a prerequisite, and in some cases fatal, than repeating such intense battles. Assuming this is a real event, Setuna is going down to hell and losing her life early, so rather, it was this fictional world she had to thank.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been training either.

Stand up with your body up to support your undone right and left hand and face Lance of Designer. The black man with the big black spear stared at this one with his red and disastrous eyes.

"What do you want from me? Don't wish others happiness."

"It's not something you shouldn't do, etc. However, you should know that if everything goes too far, it will be a disaster for us."

"Ha, what are you doing?"

Setuna, holding her fist, stood on her half. I just have to fight with my fists, more than I have no weapons. For once, the basic body technique is tapped in from lux and esc. There won't be anything you can't fight. Of course, only if it's a regular opponent.

The opponent is Lance of Designer, who has Summoned Armed Lance of Designer. I very much don't think I can keep up with physical abilities that are incomparable with regular people.

"What if that's greed? I don't know how deep I want it, but what's wrong with it? I owe you a lot for reaching out to me. What's wrong with devoting all your energy to that reward?"

"Then with that depth of desire, try to win this trial."

Lance of Designer paid the spear to the horizontal giraffe. Wind pressure causes a small tornado, lightening up Setuna's entire body. If it's not an attack, it's not even a tow, it's just a prep exercise turned move. Even that degree of motion can cause a tornado, so it is indisputable that previous attacks have been overwhelming.

"Your Eminence, it's Setuna-Kamiya. If you think you will fulfill your great greed, go beyond me, who is greedy in the heart of the Demon King. Otherwise, your lord will be a prisoner of his soul here, and his return to the world he should be is no match, and he will remain for good in the future."

Shortly after, I could only hear a man kicking the ground.

Burn your soul.

The voice was heard in my ear because Lance of Designer was instantly approaching and piercing Setuna's chest.