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

At the end of the spatial transition, the first thing I saw was a dirt wall covering my vision, a strange sight where the dirt pillars were disturbed. Even if you put your gaze around what it means to say it should have been transferred inside the tower but not the view you deserve inside the building, you can't possibly find the answer. I just found that countless earth columns stood on the earth that lasted everywhere, and that in front the earth walls stretched up far or overhead.

"So this is the octopolar daiguang formation?

Miliu narrowed his eyes as he went to the fact that he knew he was going to look suspicious but couldn't think of anything else. Then we'll make sure everyone's okay. Together with Miliu, it will be Darks and five hundred Imperial Armed Summoners who will hit the operation. It's only natural that they're all safe, but I still couldn't help but check because the forwarded destination was an unexpected space.

I imagined it in the tower.

The exterior of the tower, look at it once. It is common in itself that the interior of a white, shining tower is completely different from what she imagined. The fact that the interior and exterior of the building are not linked is in itself rare or nothing. But the vast earth lying inside the building and the sky extending all the way to the other side of the horizon is usually impossible. The space is screwed.

"I don't think Lamulin has the wrong destination."

"I know. So, this is in the tower, what is it?"

While lending his ear to input from the Empire's armed summoners, Miliu looked around again with full vigilance. If this is the interior of the tower, or one of the octopolar great lighting formations, there must be an apostle somewhere. There must be a messenger lurking somewhere who should be killed by Miliu and his men in the Great Light Formation of the Eight Poles.

As Darks and the armed summoners also began to oppose him, Miliu focused his attention on the huge dirt walls, which could not stop in the soil pillar forest and the space to be called. Far bigger than the forested earth pillars, it boasts a scale that only seems awesome. From then on, I can't help but feel the tremendous pressure.

"Apostle... you're not in there, are you?

"... So why don't we attack simultaneously? No matter how apostolic it may be, if it comes under our intensive attack, there will be not a single pile."

"... that might be a good idea"

While affirming the suggestion of the seemingly sophisticated armed summoner, Miliu looked to the dirt wall once again. If the Apostle is in the dirt wall, he can't be unaware of the existence of this one, but if he hasn't done anything and is still looking at the way out of this one, he has no hand in not taking advantage of the situation. If you were able to destroy an apostle in a pre-emptive attack, you would never have crossed it.

"Everyone, attack that wall with my decree. You got it."

'Ha!'

That's when five hundred armed summoners pointed their respective summoning arms at the dirt wall.

When I thought the earth had shaken violently, the earth walls scattered, and the dust and sand swallowed up the milieux.

The space transfer by the God of War board is lighter than the space transfer of the black spear.

The spatial transfer of the black spear is so intensely uncomfortable that I remember the anxiety of being gone from the world, but that of the Divine Board of War, not so strong, that in a moment everything was over. From the headquarters of Divnor, into the eight towers of the moving castle fortress, one of them. When I realize it, not only the landscape in front of me, but even the feeling of the air I was feeling all over my body has changed dramatically. The wind is flowing. That was also a pretty strong breeze.

"This is the place... in the octopolar great light formation"

Sheila first caught her eye on the landscape in front of her, while admitting her power caged in her hand squeezing the Heart of Beast. It was a sight I didn't think of as a view in the tower. The vast earth lies, and continues to the end of the horizon. Overhead, the Ethereal Dome stretched until stunning, and I didn't see one cloud. The reason I felt uncomfortable in that sky would be because there is no sun. The sun's non-existent sky. False sky. I mean, this is a false world created in the tower.

Perhaps it is the world created by the apostle who presides over the Octopolar Great Light Formation, but I can't imagine what that means for Sheila. Is it a battlefield that the Apostle specializes in, or something that means something completely different? Either way, what Sheila is interested in right now is where the apostle is.

Windy. It's blown. It's scratching the atmosphere, swirling, making noises. It's like screaming. A desperate screaming atmosphere was echoing Sheila's ears. Naturally, Sheila's long hair is also played in the wind and shaking hard. It's not just Sheila's hair. The hair and summoning arms of the five hundred armed summoners assigned to her troops were also shaking in the wind, depending on what.

We do not know whether this fierce wind is specific to this space, or whether it is what the Apostle is generating. The former would not mind silencing him, but the latter would not do so. If you let it go, the wind could kill you.

"Well... where are our enemies?

Where Sheila spun her gaze, there was no significant change in the landscape. The earth, which continues indefinitely, is only spread in all directions, and one cloud, even the sun, is no different in Aotearoa. Then one of the armed summoners pointed to the sky.

Lord Sheila, give me that.

Turning his gaze as prompted, there was a small tornado far beyond the Ethereal Dome. Atmospheric vortex with a greater density than a strong wind blowing through the ground. It turned out to be getting bigger and bigger and closer to the ground, its fruit.

"Is that... the apostle?

I can't think of anything else, but for example, shouldn't we attack and destroy it before it reaches the ground?

Sheila thought so and immediately ordered a total attack on her men.

What I felt with the completion of the spatial metastasis was the abusive pressure that surrounded my entire body. And at the same time, to the unreasonable momentum of the water pouring in from her mouth and nose, she just had to shut up, too. I couldn't even open my eyes and had to close them immediately. Close your mouth and block your nose. Still, before the pressure to ravage the whole body, there is no exchanging technique. It was in the water. Threw out in huge amounts of water.

(Let's lie!?

Rem wanted to scream, and although the armed summoners under his command became worried, now was not the time to worry about others. Repeating water death and resuscitation, however immortal it may be, was not pleasant, and I don't want to imagine it. But before the overwhelming violence of water pressure, there was no art of exchange, not so much death. It's underwater. I can't take any physical movement. I can't even summon the Reapers. As it is, it will only die of water. If only Lem would still be, what would happen to the other armed summoners? The armed summoners are just human beings. Once in a lifetime if you die. There is no resurrection. It will be a waste of time.

(Dear Mayuri...!

Rem asked for salvation against the Mayuri God, but the voice of his heart could not have reached him.

It was right after I thought so.

Rem admitted he was forcefully drawn by something and tried to fight it, but it didn't make sense either. Because they were stronger. Then, open your eyes, and in an instant, relieve. The person who pulled the lem was Sagmaw. He seemed to be able to act without any difficulty even in the water, only the Apostle of the Sea God. And on his side was the figure of a monster, both a giant ship and a marine creature.

Tasmau.

Tazmaw opened his huge mouth to the fullest as he approached Rem.