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

"To that extent. Humans. Is that the extent?"

While the Lancelots were stunned, their voices echoed. The woman's voice was a wake-up call to Lancelot's old memories, and he had to recognize that it was still Marian's changed appearance. Because it's Marian's voice. Marian's flesh is the dependence of the Spirit.

"I am Mars Farrag. Naria, the god of light, spirits."

It burned flame-like areas all over his body as he named it so from far above. An explosively swollen flame winds a vortex, becoming multiple heat waves and pouring down on the Lancelots on the ground.

"You want to step into the scorching formation and sow a clean flame. Purified in the scorching light."

The tremendous heat waves easily destroyed what is also called the cold air junction that the armed summoners were creating, enveloping the Lancelots with super-high swirls.

"Guuuuuu!"

"Enough!

"Knock."

Though everyone was surrounded by a high fever runoff and screamed at its too much pain, there was nothing like the pain developing into a fatal injury. All of them, all of them, are protected by God. God isn't the only one. Multiple Summoning Armies are acting on all units, and of the 500 Armed Summoners in the First Platoon, the users of the Supporting Summoning Army are demonstrating their abilities and supporting the Lancelots in their battle. Therefore, there is no such thing as dying in a large number of attacks. Especially now, you can't lose an attack like trying this one.

Nevertheless, if heat control was not applied, the whole body would undoubtedly dry up, and Lancelot prompted the immediate re-establishment of the cold air junction. To do this, first blow the surrounding heat with a storm, and try to build a formation centered on the ice column. but twice, I couldn't use the same hand. Because the spirit of Naria, named Farrag, moved. Hot air blew away with one of those little movements of waving your hands down from the sky, melting down the icy columns that had just been created. The ambient temperatures that begin to drop rise all at once, depriving them of their health. No matter how enhanced by the ability of the Mayuri God to protect or summon arms, there is nothing you can do to deprive yourself of the moisture in your body.

Lancelot lifted his lightmare as he stepped away from the troops to draw Farrag's attention. Though sniping by light waves, they still get wiped out before they reach Farrag. Many other attacks by armed summoners. A tremendous amount of heat occurs around the Farrag, and the Lancelots can't break through the walls of that calorie by the extent of their attack. Everything is lightly wiped out. Lightly. As far as Farrag goes, it's not even the wind that I'm serious. It just seems like he's taking it lightly.

I mean, if Farrag gets serious, it's not to this extent.

"Look at that, I don't think I mean it..."

Lancelot went back to his side and told Charlotte and the others.

"There seems to be a reason why you can't be serious when you're inside the scorching formation and the dogs."

"Are you devoting your efforts to maintaining the Octopolar Great Light Formation?

"Probably, that's it"

"So you're saying that that's never going to be serious?

"Thanks to you, we have a chance."

Lancelot saw Meatier, sarcastically distorting his mouth, as he seemed to be pioneering in massive amounts of sweat. Meetier, Charlotte, and the other armed summoners, who specialize in melee battles, had to endure more than daytime heat this mid-summer, and everyone was in agony. It's the same as the Lancelots, but just focus on the attack and you can withstand heat. Most importantly, the difference is only slight.

After all, to crack this situation down, we have to do something about the heat first. Otherwise, I can't even think of a way to kill Farrag.

"But what are you gonna do? We don't even get Lancelot's attack, and there's no sign of him coming down, is there?

"You won't be coming down. If the goal is to maintain the octopolar aurora formation, as Meetia said, it's hard to imagine moving from there."

"I never get a serious attack on this one because of..."

Lancelot glanced at the spirits and clasped his shoulders as this one moved to construct a cold air junction, gently wielding his arms to generate heat waves and pouring them down. The construction of the cold air junction is returning to shaking each time. That's why if we didn't create a cold air junction, we had to withstand the ultra-high temperatures around this perimeter, while also withstanding the attack of Farrag, and we still had to do something about the heat. While we take heat control measures, we also have to figure out how to kill Farrag.

And that was then. Lancelot's vision was greatly distorted when he wondered if Farrag had put his arms over his head. The heat that was enveloping my whole body disappears for a moment. I thought it might have been taken away by Farrag, but, in fact, I guess you were right. A mass of flame was born at the tip of both hands raised by Farrag. It exuded a brilliant, sun-like glow and heat as it swelled up in great spherical form. Far more gigantic fireballs form than farrags.

"What is that..."

"I guess you're not going to throw it at me,"

"No way."

"You're lying..."

"I'll shoot that fireball off! Follow me!

Lancelot, when he set up Lightmare, shouted without watermark and ordered the Ranged Attack Squad. While doing so, Farrag swings his arms down this way and the fireball is thrown off the tip of his hand. A mass of flames that emits enough heat to greatly distort the surrounding landscape slowly, but surely, approaches the Lancelots. There, the light emitted by Lightmere pierced him.

"I hit it!

"Naturally!"

With Meetier cheering, Lancelot told. If Farrag doesn't even move, the Lancelots' attacks shouldn't be inhibited. No matter how much power has been gathered, it is hard to imagine that Farrag's hand is powerful enough to defeat Lightmere's attack on a fireball away from him. And in fact, that guess hit me. Various attacks from his men as well as the light of the Light Mere strike directly into the fireball. Each direct hit attenuated the fall velocity of the fireball and slightly shredded. The stormy onslaught of the Lancelots instantly dwindled the immense fireball, which, at last, exploded in the hollow, unbearable. However, Lancelot narrowed his eyes to an unpleasant hunch when he saw countless meteors in the midst of becoming a tremendous heat wave and spreading. I can't stop sweat from pouring into my eyes.

Meteors pouring down from the blasted fireballs, though they did not fall into the formation of the Lancelots, pierced the scorching earth, making sure to scatter widely around them. Then perceive those meteors moving on and on to grasp the sincerity of Farrag's fireball. Farrag didn't want to burn the Lancelots down with a fireball. Inviting depletion by letting the fireball devote all its energy to the extent that it can be destroyed, and putting into force under that circumstance. That is the real purpose for which Farrag unleashed the fireball, and the Lancelots mean that it took Farrag's measures.

Lancelot accidentally pounded his tongue and alerted his surroundings. What makes a meteor drop point so powerful? of the Spirit, whether it should also be referred to as an incarnation.

"Hey, what, what?

"Are you new?

"Well, I was hiding in a fireball earlier,"

"What do you mean?

Lancelot briefed Meatier lightly raising the question mark and skipped the order to respond immediately to the entire army. Dozens of meteors were released from the fireball. They were expanding and moving to besiege the Lancelots.

To discuss Farrag, we must first do something about these soldiers of fervour and meteor.