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

Therefore, she continued to concentrate on her disciples and her two workouts.

Plains on the north side of Divnor. He was in training where no one else was.

Miliu is not the only one who regrets pulling Setuna's leg during the battle against Naria. Her beloved apprentice, Elina-Carone, was also having days of bad fighting to repaint the memory of that battle, which ended in the consequences of being tormented by her powerlessness and hurting her dear Setuna. Elina, as one woman, loves Setsuna. That's not all I can deny to Master Miryu, or rather, I have a girlfriend who supports Elina's thoughts.

To Miliu, I guess, because he didn't mean to monopolize Setuna from the end. So there was no dissatisfaction whatsoever with Erina nurturing her love for Setsuna, nor was there any dissatisfaction with the diffusion around her as if Setsuna's love were still universal. And that's why I can't forgive Nalia for trampling Setuna's thoughts, and I'm angry at her own helplessness, who was killed without the art of remitting to Nalia like that.

Anger is pounding Miliu.

While promising to help Setuna, in the end, her own stupidity, just pulling her legs and dying lightly without meaning, continues to live unchanged, even now that the time has returned and that battle itself was not there. No, rather, should I say that I am breathing heavily because it was meant not to be?

Miliu had a dialogue with Laversoul and Erina with Force Feather, respectively.

There are several ways for armed summoners to become stronger, but of course, building up their flesh, building their spirit and deepening their knowledge were each extremely time-consuming and not something they should devote much of their time to until the showdown. As a result of my strenuous work out, at the showdown, exhaustion means nothing.

Then what?

It's easy.

You can try another way.

That's the dialogue with the subpoena.

The subpoena is alive.

It is a generic term for weapons and protective equipment from other worlds that are willing.

It was the purpose of Miliu's training to work, talk, discuss and further develop mutual understanding of its subpoena armed will so that it could further draw upon its ability to subpoena armed.

It is unknown if that will work.

I don't know how far I'll be able to draw my strength if I do well. I don't know, but it's far better than nothing.

I wanted to help Setuna at all.

Setsuna is everything to her.

Rem confronts the Reapers.

The five “Reapers”, from the third to the last, each had a different score and stared at Rem. The Reapers. The incarnation of a cloak, wrapped in dark clothes. No. V holds a battle wheel, a reference sign or a long stick, no. Wan holds a double-edged spear, no. V holds a short-knife in both hands, and only the Land has an enlarged fist. When I look at the Reapers who set up those weapons, I really have to remind them of the Reaper Squad, but I have no choice. From the Shinigami to the Land, it is the former brethren of the Reapers who form the basis of the Reapers. It is also the source of each method of combat.

Rem, speaking of, had a large sickle in his hand that was more than his height. There is no exaggeration when it comes to the sickle of death itself, and confronting the “Reapers” is nothing short of training. You can't rest every second of it to build yourself to the limit and go further.

I remember death.

Countless deaths struck her.

In the constant amplitude of life and death, she learned of despair. It's not that dying is scary. Every time I died, I resurrected, and every time I caught a glimpse of Setuna. And each time I understood that there was nothing I could do. When she realized the fact that she had no choice but to continue to be killed without the art of exchange, she just despaired.

There was nothing more than despair.

I can't do anything.

She is immortal. The ability of Mask of Dispair made her source of life Setuna, and as long as Setuna lived, she would never die, no matter what. Even if the flesh was amputated and the heart crushed, the pain was it, it didn't die. Because it plays and restores instantly. No, I'm not talking about that dimension in the first place. Because Rem's life is tentatively early, and Daiyuan is in Setuna. So unless Setuna dies, neither will she. You can't die.

That's why, at that time, she kept dying.

They kept killing me.

Many, many, countless times, she tasted death.

And every time she lived back, every time her consciousness returned, she had to grieve over her helplessness, even though Setsuna's appearance, which should be extremely close to a glimpse only for a moment, was unlimited.

I can't do anything when I say it's a distance I'm going to reach. There is no art of exchange, in a flood of light, we have to keep dying.

Die. Die. Death...

She was the one who kept scratching the algae in the chain of death to the point where she was going crazy, but it was also futile.

Because I kept dying until time rolled back.

And I heard Setuna raise a voice similar to crying.

Anger and pity, despair and powerlessness, roaring with all sorts of emotions. It sounded like a cry in her ear, or a whimper. Eventually, when the power overflowing the black spear tried to envelop everything, the time returned.

Rem was overthrown by the fact that he could only see Setuna's transformation without being able to do anything more than the joy of freeing himself from the chain of death as infinite.

There was nothing I could do.

To help him, to help him, to replace him.

You can rephrase this infinite use of life as wrong.

It's a life that doesn't matter how much you die because of it. It would have cost as much if it had been used. Even so, I just had to keep getting killed pointlessly.

Obvious lack of force.

I didn't want to think they had no choice because they were gods, and I didn't want to give up.

Even Rem wants to help Setuna.

There's no way I can be satisfied or anything like that just because I can give my life from Setuna.

It helps Setuna and helps Setuna.

Will there be more joy than that?

(nothing like that)

Therefore she performs her workouts on a desolate earth, one, under the sky that runs everywhere.

Let the Five "Reapers” run wild as they wish, and sharpen themselves in the midst of their raging stormy battle. To help Setuna, even a little, to help.

The only way to do this is to push it to the extreme and train it up.

Sheila didn't understand how horrible death was.

And now that I remember death as an experience, I wondered if I would ever speak again of wanting to die, etc. Kill me, or something.

Death is eternal isolation.

It's nothingness.

Naturally, there was nothing there, and there couldn't have been anything to gain. I just lost it. Myself. The existence of me. I lost my life. I just lost something. When it comes to what it means, it means despair.

Because I can't see him.

Because you'll never feel him again.

(Setuna......)

Sheila had the Heart of Beast in her hand and was caged in the training room on the Ulknakt.

We have to do everything we can by the next showdown.

Otherwise, I'll also pull his leg.

Also, you lose sight of him.

I lose my life.

I'm sorry about that.