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

The battle is fierce.

Weselnil of Nair Gandia was not just a human being, as God Mayuri had advised.

Though the Milius brought into a three-on-one battle by the Mayuri God separating Weselnil from the enemy God, they were unable to tap into a decisive attack: since the battle began.

The other person, one.

This is the three of us.

Sometimes Rem doesn't show up while he disappears, only Miliu and Dalks can turn to attack, but Miliu and Dalks' physical abilities have been boosted by the support of Elina, who has a subpoena armed specifically to assist and support the fight. The physical abilities, each reinforced more than augmented by a commonly used summoning arm, were supposed to be enough for the Imperial Devil to be foolish and even the Divine Man to take on the balls, but Weselnil was showing off his combat abilities, which surpassed those of the reinforced Milius as well.

Not at all unresponsive.

Attacks are common. However, no matter how many Milius' attacks arrived, there was no change in Weselnil's movements. Even if Loversoul's blade damages his white armor and Dalks' fist crushes his chest armor, it won't be a decisive hit for Weselnil. Instead, Weselnil seemed to be the kind of person who daunted the more harsh the battle became to him, with signs that he would be sharpened every time he was attacked.

In addition to Miliu's usual way of fighting, which crushes Loversoul's body and magnetically ties countless fragments, he has also carried out numerous attacks by pseudo-magic. A magic wave generated by pseudo-magic struck Wezelnil's gigantic body and also made coordinated attacks such as beating the gravitational sphere formed there by the Darks. But it won't be a decisive blow. Weselnil just lets you try to distort the edge of your mouth under a bleached white helmet.

Miliu sent a glimpse to the right rear as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Elina with the Force Feather up is watching the war with a pale face. Shouldn't you have let her join the fight? Doubt your judgment, as it were. Shouldn't she, like the Aynes, have left it on the boat?

The opponent is strong enough to make Miliu regret the decision he made. If you're in line with most of the opponents, you won't be worried about Elina joining the war. I'm talking about Elina, who also went through the battle with the Divine Man. I have the strength to protect myself, and I can make decisions like running away if I have to. But this time the opponent, it wasn't that dimension. Even where Elina is thoroughly on the run, she has so much power she can't help it.

Still, it is undoubtedly thanks to the protection of the Mayuri God and Elina that the Milius and the others are eating down, and without Elina, it is an indisputable fact that they would have struggled harder. However, given the instability of this war situation, I cannot help but wonder if she would have preferred to have been on board.

"What's going on? Was it only in the first place that the prestige was good?"

It is, of course, Weselnil who has told me to incite it. When I turned around, he had a fist. Weselnil is unarmed. Flesh was the weapon, and the knockouts rolling out of its tough flesh were enough to crush the earth with one blow and submerge a wide area of ground. Besides, he seems to have the ability to disappear, but Mayuri God was dealing with that. That's why Miloo and the others can eat down hard.

"Don't let me down too much."

"Why do I have to be in your mood? If that's what you mean, shoot them for us too!

"Then try to kill him."

Weselnil laughs sarcastically.

"If you can kill us."

"Become...!?

Miliu had nothing more to say than shock at what had happened at that moment.

More than a dozen Wezelnils suddenly appeared around Wezelnil. Without any foretaste, without a sound, naturally as if I'd been there before. The ability of a real Wezelnil is definitely eighty-nine. Its ability to reproduce itself exactly as it is also shows from the fact that the figure of the fake Weselnils is the present Weselnil itself. The damage to the white armor remained intact, and I agreed that if I turned a blind eye at all, I wouldn't know which one was the real deal.

"Hey, coward! You can't win because you can't!?

"I don't know which mouth would say that. I was originally three to one, and on the number, this one was more unfavourable?

"That's what makes us righteous. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Am I evil?"

"I don't care what you think!

Miliu pointed to Weselnil by putting up a lover soul with only a pattern and a twist. She doesn't know why Dalks did it a little bit.

"If the people in charge of the phony who deceive Gandhia's name and deceive His Majesty Leongand's name are not evil, then what is evil!

"If that's true, there's nothing to complain about."

"It's not true"

"Something I don't know pinches my mouth."

"What the hell!

"Nothing, maybe."

Weselnil asked him to praise his shoulder for understanding the pointlessness of the question.

"There's nothing you can do about what you know about us."

"Nothing you can do about it? That's not true. What we do to break your evil ambitions."

"Ha... the sense of righteous allies is even clearer when it gets that far. I'm gonna want to be there for you."

"Then lose."

"You can't. It is"

Weselnil has told me chilly.

"I am Leongando Laignas-Gandia, the Lion God, the Lion Weselnil. It is not for my soul to obey the decree of the Divine Emperor. So here I am, standing right in front of you."

"That's why I'm not fooling His Majesty's name!

Scream, activate pseudo-magic. The procedure for this was spinning secretly during the conversation with Weselnil. It's a crappy exchange for that. I don't think they know what pseudo-magic is, or how the ritual is spinning. In fact, the activated magic was brilliant, swallowing the Weselnils.

A tremendous amount of light running out from the earth smashes everything between heaven and earth as they ascend to heaven. The light that ascended to heaven as it swallowed all the Weselnils, who were more than ten, knocking in the attack until bullshit, knocks on further pain by pouring further down on the earth.

But I knew it wouldn't even be a decision.

(The accuracy and power are too low!

A wide range of pseudo-magic destroys both heaven and earth, but it wields as much ferocity as it does, but Miliu certainly did not miss ten Weselnils stripping away their melted armor in a runoff of wild light. It is the white flesh that emerges from the white armor. The white flesh, as if deified and changed beings, kicked and moved the earth without even a storm of pseudo-magical destruction.

Half of the ten bodies fleshed out to Miliu in an instant.

(Fast!)

I don't even have time to tongue. The moment I tried to fly backwards, there were signs behind me. Turn around. Wezelnil's fierce grin burns in his eyes. White-dyed hair was glowing like a burning flame. Fist roars. He pierced the atmosphere and tried to pierce Milu's belly. Exactly then, with the blast, Milu's body danced to heaven. Without knowing what had happened, Miliu saw the sight of Wezelnil's fist cutting the sky and the wind pressure that had arisen at that time blowing up another Wezelnil.

"Hey, what?

Miliu couldn't even get his attitude in order while he was being thrown out in the air, and he was confused.

"This Logner Island is our island."

It was a noisy voice.

"You don't want to be ruled out in a battle that might determine that future."

Sigurd-Foliar, with his broken gravestone, had been cut to Weselnil at such an extraordinary rate.