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

Larsen-Wulknactt was listening to the rough people, not screaming or screaming from behind, staring cold at the great leap of white monsters. Everyone has reacted as if he were aware of the reality of the monster and doubted Nemia's judgment. That would be so. The monster emits so much giant, pressure, and willingness to kill that it is not comparable to the Imperial Demon there. It was not the opponent or anything that an organization to the extent of "Cloud Gate” should fight for, and it was not the request to be received. Nemia herself, the moment she saw the appearance of a white monster, she thought her judgment was wrong, and she is vomiting words that pray for the survival of Lazen.

Razen was overheard in the rear voices while in a flat far away from the walls of Imishada. Because without a summoning arm in his hand, his hearing is sharpened as if he were wearing more than one summoning arm. It's not just hearing. Visual, tactile, olfactory, taste - all senses enlarged and yet a sense of omnipotence, like when he was in the hands of a number of summoning armaments, enveloped him.

So he also saw the overwhelming velocity jump of the white giant as a slow move, and he pulled out the pattern of a sword strapped to his hips in the wake of a fist coming down with a roar coming from above

I could even cleave it. A blade of light extending from the pattern of the sword cuts the giant's middle finger in two straight, and cleaves his hands, wrists, and arms, and furthermore cleaves his white gigantic body as the light blade draws a large curve. When the giant emits an anger and shakes up his other arm, the blade of light is severing that arm from his shoulder. Apparently the giant's anger reached its extreme in an instant. A flame shook in her huge mouth as she growled. Larzen flies forward, not rearward, while tearing the giant's body with a blade of light into taunts. A giant roared, and the heat that was swirling in his mouth became a blazing vortex, unleashing it, trying to attack Lazen. but at that time, he's not on the spot. It was the plains that the blast flames licked, and the soil burned and melted.

(Flames? annoying)

Running into the mountain forest is unlikely. Even if you can avoid the flames, you could die from being caught in smoke. Or, to fight close range, the giant was too dangerous. There will be more than a dozen times the Lazen. The giant body and the incredible velocity from that giant body, the blow of the fist carried out from it, will be easily crushed, such as by humans. You must not be attacked. No matter how much Lazen has forged his flesh, he is a living human being. If I ate even one blow, no, just plundered could have been fatal.

Moreover, the giant behind the city of Imishada perfectly regenerated the area where Lazen had mutilated, in a completely indispensable state where no scratches were found. I'm not tired of just leaking hot air out of my mouth, and its appearance of blowing hot air out of my ears and nose seems to indicate that giants have the ability to produce flames in some way.

How dare, the city of Imishada was something that was not burned down, he was impressed in a different way. If the white giant uses an earlier flame attack, there shouldn't be a single pile of them, such as the city of Imishada. Does that mean that the white giant had decided that the destruction of Imishada also did not require the use of flames? Or, for another reason, can't we use flames all over town?

Either way, it had nothing to do with Lazen's current battle, and it didn't matter.

"Hey, right?

Larsen glanced at the giant's way out as he gently wielded and restrained the light sword in his right hand. Near the walls of Imishada, not only the people at the "Cloud Gate", but also the commanders of the Imishada garrison units to the soldiers at the end, watch the war in solitary spit. Only one of them, the woman of the armed summoner, is in a state of imminent war. I can see the strength of the sense of responsibility from that blue look. I'm sure he feels responsible for his inability to hold the giant hostage. So I guess he's ready to join the fight at any time and cover Larsen, but he didn't need that kind of backup or anything. Then, we cannot raise the fame of the “Cloud Gate”.

The giant, he moved.

When I wondered if I had put both giant arms up, I split my forearms from my elbows into five pieces and shot them like ten white spears altogether.

(Whatever, dude)

Razen, rather cheering in his chest, jumped into the giant's nose as he repeatedly tore each and every one of the ten impending white spears with a light sword, scaffolding them, and cleaving them as he flew away. Then the giant opens his mouth all the time waiting. The heat was swirling.

Roar.

A blast of flames blew like a storm. The swirling red lotus flame makes a sphere, burning everything in the space, but as wild as it gets. I heard countless screams, dismay, and disappointment. Everyone thought Larsen had been swallowed up by the flames and burned to death. Even Nemia, who was supposed to have sent him out with faith, must have thought so. Naturally. At a rate not visible to the usual man, in an unthinkable way, he is dodging the blast sphere.

The moment he jumped into the giant's pocket, he stretched his downward light blade at maximum speed. The light blade instantly pierced the ground and continued to stretch further. What happens then? Larsen's flesh, holding the pattern, is shot out at a distance and high altitude, but it jumps up as if. The blast ball swallowed the light blade, but the light blade could not have been burned by the flame, and he was looking down at the sight from far above.

And when the white giant notices this way and turns his face around, his light blade flashes innumerably. The blade of light, stretched to its fullest, danced and danced endlessly to his will, turning the giant flesh like a mountain into pieces of flesh in tatters. But the monster, who should have turned into countless chunks of meat, still does not finish the activity, but instantly snaps the chunks of meat against each other and returns to their original appearance. Naturally, he's not alarmed either. Preliminary information. A monster who puts a wind hole in his upper body but returns to normal. There was even the possibility of immortality.

(No, I don't know)

Larzen did not miss a shining object in the narrow space of countless chunks of meat when he splattered the flesh of the white giant. It was a distinctly textured object from other areas that were only bright white chunks of flesh, and it also looked like a bright red mineral, which seemed to hide in the meat chunks. And in that moment of recognition, his left arm is caught in the hidden part of the object. Unconscious. It can be called vertebral reflexes. Immediately afterwards, when I wondered if a different sensation had penetrated my consciousness, a severe pain struck my left arm. It was as if the arm itself was a blowing shock.

Lazen remains unaffordable while contemplating what happened to him, witnessing a wind hole empty in the giant under restoration and a brilliant red object exposed to its void. Now, my right hand reacted. No, it could be consciousness. The light blade tore the red object in two. It was an event that lasen took only a few moments from ultra-high altitude to landing on the ground, almost at the same time as he killed the impact of the fall with a light blade, a giant body of white giants disappeared without a trace and could be lost.

Larsen sandwiched the pattern into his waist band by turning off the light blade at the same time as he successfully landed, looking back. The white giant is completely extinguished and doesn't even leave a finish. I don't have time to be rude at the end of that less relentless because the pain in my left arm was unusual. When you look at your left arm, it swells unusually and is red as if it is burning. He himself has no idea what's happening to him.

(What the fuck? What the hell...)

At that time, it was an unmistakably powerful shockwave that jumped out of the tip of my unconsciously stretched left hand. Larsen doesn't know why, because most weapons don't hurt or rival the flesh of the earlier monster, which generated enough shock waves to break through that flesh.

As the silence engulfing the scene was broken by cheers from Imishada, he just turned his feet to the city where everyone waited, feeling uninterrupted and creepy.

The white giant was never resurrected.

It's not immortal or anything. It turns out that the red object is the source of power, and that it is possible to kill even that one if it can destroy it. That means it was possible for an armed summoner of the Imperial Army who could have made a wind hole in that monster, even if it wasn't Lazen. It's just that I couldn't find out where the red object is, and even in terms of failing to spot weaknesses, there's not much to fall for her.

"That's just great, sir!

It's the bald-headed Dorn that just rushed over. It was Nemia-Wise who slapped that Dorn on the head and stopped him, a gallon-dask complacent of the chief Kingsguard, and slapped him on the big back to praise his work. The leader of the bandit, dressed in the usual flashy manner, greeted Lazen with a sweeter voice than usual.

"True, that's just great, Larsen. You're still a good man."

"Naturally. Who do you think I am?

"You know, it's great."

To the all-you-can-love Nemia, both Gallon, just the head of the escort, and Dorn, the executive, turned their faces away like they had trouble with the place to do their eyes.

They are both comfortable with Nemia, who is overwhelmed with her brother-in-law heart, but it seems that the first time such a Nemia has shown a woman is Larsen. Because I've never seen such a Nemia before, there was a violent earthquake at the “Cloud Gate". Nevertheless, while they seem to be only concerned that their esteemed and unstoppable leader will gain happiness as a woman, they will naturally rejoice and that Lazen will not betray Nemia.

Nemia's attitude toward Lazen is a reminder of a woman to him, but she was less sweet than the woman, and she said salt plum was just right for him. If this were sticky and sweet, I might have been a little reluctant.

With that in mind, Nemia left Lazen. Follow her gaze and you will see the Imperial Army Major and his men continually walking by. Everyone was clearly changing their attitude towards Larsen.

"Instead of taking a step backwards against that monster that we weren't hands or feet, we were overwhelmed and didn't expect to even be destroyed... No, you have nothing to admire..."

I didn't feel bad, heartily admired by someone who would also be an Imperial Army Major.

He has a stronger bad impression of the Imperial Army, and if he can, it's his mood that he doesn't want to engage with Imperial Army officials, but not if he's saying that right now. Rather, it is a position where we must use the Imperial Army. In expanding the power of the Cloud Gate, in gathering information about the current state of the world.

"Dear Lazen. It was a really great way to fight and I fell in love. As the end of the Empire's armed summoner, I'm just embarrassed..."

And so on have been the armed summoners of the garrison. A woman in her late twenties, she's a quiet figure overall compared to Nemia, but I'm not sure why she's blushing her cheeks when she looks at Larsen. As she said, do you think I fell in love watching you fight? For example, all I can say is that it sounds like love.

"You're strong enough to wind up in that monster, aren't you? Then you don't have to be humble. An armed summoner in line. Then you wouldn't even have been opponent."

That was the true story of Larsen, but the woman didn't seem to think so and looked like she was in trouble. Secondly, when I look at the signs of swordswallowing, Nemia looks bitter. Apparently, the female summoner was bewildered because Nemia was staring. Nemia was basically a mega-girlfriend, but she got jealous when it came to Lazen. Even women belonging to the “Cloud Gate” have such a strong appetite for exclusivity that they are not even allowed to approach Lazen. The strength of such an exclusivity appetite is also something that the Dorns cannot forbid to be surprised by the ancient senators.

Lazen was also in good hands only in that part of Nemia.