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

"You can afford a lot of extra time, Setuna-Kamiya"

That's what I've been throwing up a lot of spare words for, Miztriz.

"Well..."

I guess so, and, well, Setuna jammed the words. Because there was a huge change in Miztris' appearance. Until now everything was white stained, she looked like a mutant or something, but her long, white hair turned upside down, like a white flame. The same is true of the pale luminescence of the whole body, but it also seemed somewhat mysterious that the white armor, which Setuna was supposed to have left destroyed, was mutated. Mutant armor does not cover the entire body, but takes the form of shelter for parts of the human body, such as the shoulders and chest. On top of that, there was a circle of light floating behind it. like the light backs borne by the gods. It illusioned the figure of Miztris as divine.

In your hand, a wave of a sword. From the shape of the two swords that I had in my hands until just now, I think they might have fused, but I don't know why they fused.

Setuna couldn't hide her confusion at the sudden change.

(What? What...!?

I took my eyes off Miztriz for a moment. For a moment I turned my gaze away to see Sheila. In that moment, did Miztris transform himself? Besides, that wasn't the only discomfort. Another, intense discomfort is in hand.

Eventually he realized that the cause of discomfort was right in front of him, and Setuna was just stunned. The black spear was about to destroy the goddess and disappeared from sight. No foretaste, all of a sudden. Regardless, it is not because the black spear has destroyed them all. Then the black spear should be happy, but it wasn't. Instead, he was mad, absurd. The power and willingness of the black spear, which flows in like a backflow, is now directed at Miztris. Doesn't that mean you feel divine authority over Miztris?

Indeed, there was a change in Miztris' appearance. A different sign is being released from Miztris than just now. Signs felt from the genus Divine, starting with the goddess Monana. It sounds majestic and great, also called divinity. That's what I can feel from Miztriz.

As if Miztris had become God.

Setuna turned to Miztris as she switched the black spear from the dark hand to the right.

"With God... you're saying you're one?

"Name and Answer"

Both eyes of Miztris glowed golden. In the golden eye, divinity dwells.

"This is the power."

There was nothing wrong with swinging the sword that Miztris waved down so quickly. But the sword flash of the Great Sword not only cleaves the void on the straight line, but it enlarges as it is, breaks the earth and rips the heavens apart. Even farther back in Setuna, he broke off the battlefields of the Allied and Nea Gandia armies, causing them to raise countless severed demons. It goes without saying that a large number of Allied soldiers have been sacrificed.

"Oh, my God!"

The penetration by the rolled out black spear is played by the Great Sword. Miztris does not miss the gap just a few black spear cuts flow into the void. Even as he flips his cut and tries to crucify his torso with a knife to return, the spear in the dark hand corresponds to it. The eartips that spin up the gold-cut sound of Lance of Designer bounce back the Great Sword, and the situation lasts five minutes. But there was plenty of room for Miztris' expression. That didn't happen to be unpleasant for Setuna.

Shake the sword out as Miztris strokes the void as he jumps off the spot. Once again, the sword flashes fly. Then, naturally, the damage is done to allies on the far rear battlefield of Setuna. Inevitable. Cross the spear and cane in front of you to converge your forces and spread your wings forward. The wings that unfolded to hold the sword flashes in were cleaved by stunning, and their impact caused the Mail of Dotor to scream, but the sword flashes were prevented from spreading and Setuna herself was never reached. Because the wand and the spear were received. But if we can continue to do the same, we will have to care for the rear and be on the defensive side.

In fact, Setuna had no prescription other than to defend her equally against the sword flashes that were released as she continued to stand. Moreover, each time I receive it, the wings are cleaved and the damage to the mail-of-doer accumulates, so I can't even reshape the wings in time. As it is, it is only a matter of time before we can contain the sword flash attack. If that happens, we won't be able to protect the Allies. Now you won't even know what Setuna is here for.

Even the miztris, who were mighty enemies, integrated with God. I should have been prepared to carry out that much of an attack, and I was, nevertheless, Setuna has to think.

(Me and the black spear are pushed)

If it's two to one, it should still not be, such as being pushed so far one-on-one. What was the hell training for? What was it two years for? Why did you run away from reality then?

For what?

Miztriz did.

"Nine tails will be pushed by dragons, and you will be overwhelmed by me. The situation has been reversed."

"Ha... that kind of nonsense comes after you kill me"

What I told him as I rebuilt the black spear was neither strength nor anything.

On the other hand, Nine Tails of White Hair was re-establishing that attitude.

Sheila is safe.

I'm sure he'll kill the nine-headed dragon.

Neither are the Allies, ever in a bad situation. Pretty much because only divine men are opponents. Of course, there is nothing tougher than a divine opponent, but the fact that Sheila has rendered the majority of the human soldiers inactive means that the Allied armies are greatly exalted in their warfare and that the Phalia and their main forces can also focus their consciousness on the divine.

The only problem is Setuna.

And I can say that the problem is not a big deal either.

Setuna looked at a definite crack in the back of Miztris' eyes, who behaved like a god.

"Ha ha! What's wrong, it's Sheila! You were the only one with a good prestige!

Sheila lay down on the ground listening to a good dialogue about the dragon man's arrogant shore itself. They throw the giant body of Nine Tails of White Hair like a good one, striking his back on the ground, and he is in pain. The dragon man was far stronger than when he was in a nine-headed dragon state. In the state of the Hydragon, he would have been thorough in ranged attacks, but it is indisputable that the force that was divided into nine became one, swelling up many times.

What I felt at the same time as the resumption of the fight was an overwhelming force. A man of dragons had power equal to God. And a fierce fight began to show Sheila's sense of correctness. The dragon man has exchanged blows by his left hand and both legs, dominated by slaughter by a sword held in his right hand, plus a magically similar attack. On top of that, Sheila also had to be overwhelmed because the eight necks growing on her back were the ones that would carry out an uninterrupted attack. Not only did the dragon's neck unleash fireballs and thunderbolts, but it stuffed all at once, rolling its head out, or biting with sharp fangs. He swung them off with nine tails, and also took the slaughter of the man with his nails, bouncing back, but was poked through a slight gap.

When I realized it, I was dancing through the universe and was slapped unacceptably on the landing.

There is no reason for a dragon man to get in tune.

"I like dragons. Don't worry. This, Sheila. What are you doing?"

Sheila raised her face to the hateful voice of Nine Tails of White Hair. Wave the Nine Tails and develop your attitude. The dragon man laughed joyfully. Raise your sword. Eight dragon necks opened their mouths. It gathers at the tip of a sword raised by eight forces released from the mouth, and the sword itself begins to glow brilliantly.

(Ugh. He's strong.)

"I know that. The concubine mourns her impudence."

If I had time like that, I could use some help.

I'll lend it to you.

A human-shaped, white-haired nine-tail floats behind his brain as he arms and sighs. I don't actually have that attitude, nor do I see the figure of Nine Tails of White Hair in my eyes. But you must probably be watching Sheila like that. And Sheila also has to hold her mouth to an honest argument that doesn't even sound like a ghoul.

In fact, Sheila borrowed as much as she could with the help of Nine Tails of White Hair. We need more blood to draw more power.