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

At first glance, I saw him as a silver giant.

Speaking of giants, I recall a warrior glyph about the descendants of giants, but slender than a muscular glyph, with strangely glossy feminine limbs. Rather than the whole body covered in silver armor, the epidermis itself seemed to be silver, wrapped in thin feathers from above. You could call it like you've made a woman in an even shape giant as it is. If you dye that silver, it's close to completion. It's not just that. The long silver hair was stretched around the toenail tip of the foot and discharged when the electric light flowed from the top of the head to the tip of the hair.

Spirit conducting thunder light.

As it slowly descended, a tremendous amount of pressure struck the phalia. And someone went like screaming.

"Is that... Your Highness Irina?

"No way."

"Your Highness Irina? There's no way that's happening!

Among the werewolf imperials, Faria scorned the face of the Spirit. I felt I had seen the appearance of the Spirit coming down from far above. Looks like someone else. Someone in my memory.

"Irina?"

Rebellion, I think.

(Irina = Zaion)

Somewhat, I remember hearing about it. During his stay in the Empire, he was indispensable to the current topic about the Zaion royal family. Irina - Zaion is the daughter of Siwelhein, the emperor, and Elisha, the sideroom, the Sixth Empress. Homo belly brothers and sisters include Ion, Esha, and Illicia. After the “Great Destruction," it was thought to be something that was in the North because he was not in the South, but it would mean that he was actually right.

The example of the Spirit using the human of the Zaion royal family as a dependency is already in Faria's ear.

This means that Irina is the dependant on the Spirit, and I felt I had seen it somewhere, probably because of the similarities in facial creation with Irisia, who makes my mother the same. A heterogeneous, somewhere soft looking face to remember among the Zaion royals.

"I am the great Naria Spirit, Thunderstar Dilmura."

That's what I said. The voice thundered, shook heaven and earth, and thrust through Pharia's entire body. Marika hastily raises a rigid lightning knife, forming a lightning junction. If Thunderstar Dilmura's means of attack is caused by lightning, it may be possible to prevent it. Light expectations, but much more than nothing. Dilmura then raised its long arm overhead

"To the fools who want to enter our realm, let's just lay down the hammer of judgment"

The thunder that runs through Dilmura's entire body converges at the tip of his hand. I heard a screaming scream as a huge amount of thunderlight became a bunch and moreover reshaped.

"Wait, Master Irina!

"Your Highness! Can't you hear me!

To the grieving imperials, Faria tells them to bathe in cold water.

"It's no use. The Spirit makes one of the Zaion royals his dependant."

"No!?

"Can't you do anything about it?

"I won't."

I thought it was ruthless, but that's not what I wanted.

"It's cruel, but it's real."

Mayuri, God said. There is no way to save what has become God's, spiritual dependence. At the moment of dependence, consciousness is burned by the immense amount of information that God and the Spirit possess, and the self is likely to vanish even foolishness, its spirit and its soul. Not to mention if you haven't just turned it into a cost of dependency. What has become the dependence of the Spirit will have vanished even the soul.

There is no way to save it.

If there is anything that can be done, it is only to free the flesh from the Spirit, which has become the price of dependence. And it's about destroying the Spirit itself, not getting the flesh back. If you hit enough power to destroy the Spirit, the flesh will not be safe. I can't get it back. Even if I could, it would, in the end, only be self-satisfying. Nothing will be resolved. Because the soul of what has become the price of dependence does not exist there.

Nevertheless, it's not that I don't know how the Imperial Armed Summoners feel, and that's why Faria was distressed. How much did you once suffer when it turned out that your real mother was the vessel of Azmarian souls? Still, Faria bet everything on discussing Azmaria and failed. If I thought about it now, I would have failed and got it right, but the emotion at the time, it wasn't. It was all about discussing Azmaria, of course.

Their feelings are understandable as a real feeling. But that's why I couldn't afford to be thinking about how to save Irina's flesh here. Dilmura is already moving. He switched the lightning from his hand to a long spear that was longer than his height, and shook it up. Silver long spear with a bifurcated tip. I can point that cut at this one. Electric light was running between the tips of the two forks.

"Isn't that your Highness Irina? Spirit Dilmura. Switch."

She was conscious of her surrounding gaze as she herself told her in a chilling voice. I can't stop being upset. As it is, it could be wiped out.

Otherwise, you're gonna die.

It could have been faster than Faria said. When the tip of Dilmura's spear flashed, at that moment, the world itself was stained with flash, and a tremendous impact pierced the earth. The sound was heard late because of the speed of the light, but it was also not powerful or intense. Again, it was blown away. The light bullet emitted from the cutting edge of the spear probably didn't land directly on the lightning junction, but the shock wave was powerful enough to blow the junction from ground to ground.

Electric light was seen running on the tip of Dilmura's spear as everyone, including Faria, was thrown into the hollow and blown away. Again, flash. Landing on the earth. Booms and shockwaves, and, terminal demons. The blast launches Faria's body even higher. Also flashing. A light bullet pierces the ground and an explosion occurs. Once again, there are several, or dozens, involved. The number of casualties is not known. Flash...

Faria bit her teeth in front of the reality that she had no choice but to be ravaged by unilateral attacks. Regrettably, you lose when you can't determine the power of your opponent and see how they come out. You should have taken control of the flight. When Dilmura emerged, we should have tapped into the total force. Still, it's suspicious if we could have won, but it would have been a lot more than staying exposed to unilateral attacks.

Dilmura's light-bomb attacks don't know to stop. A chain of flashes and explosions. Screams mix there from time to time, and we can see that this one's power is gradually shredding. I'd like to hope the dead haven't come out, but if they've been exposed to so many harsh attacks, there's no way that's going to happen. The power of one blow is terrific. Even if you don't get a direct hit, you can lose your life just getting involved.

Faria is wandering through the air. I'm being flirted with by a blast. I guess the chain of wind pressure enough to blow the human body is enough to drive the human senses crazy, but fortunately we don't have to lose our normal senses. It would be the influence of the patronage of the goddess and the various summoning armies. And an armed summoner came near, cleaving the smoke and spreading his wings. The woman summoner, when she sees Faria, shouts.

"Dear Faria, are you all right!

"Yeah... I don't know"

Reply and express gratitude as the female summoner holds her.

"Thanks for your help, thank you"

"I don't care what. Lord Faria is the lifeline, so it's only natural to protect him."

"Am I the lifeline?

"I guess so."

The beautifully winged woman summoner has told her with an unyielding smile that fits that child's face. The name must have been Jina-Harron. Age shouldn't be the same as Faria's, but externally, Gina looked far younger. No, it might be more right to look young.

"We learned the art of armed subpoena in the Empire, but its source is Lyohan, the main mountain of armed subpoena. Master Faria was born and raised in Lyohan, completed his armed subpoena, and is now Lyohan's supreme leader, the goddess of war. Moreover, we and others have more combat experience and have dived through numerous dead lines"

She said as the bombing of Dilmura continued uninterruptedly.

"With you like that, you can entrust us all"

Numerous wings precede her as the bitter wings rush through the sky.

It will be following various trajectories to scatter Dilmura's attack targets.