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

The girl looked pretty much the same from the first time he saw her. Strangely, although it is the color of the eyes that is changing, there is no change in appearance. I don't have the impression that I'm getting old after time. He was also well aware that that was one of the reasons she was called Reaper.

Reaper Rem.

One of Gandia's heroes, Setuna-Kamiya, was one of his servants and one of the heroic masterpieces who, together with Setuna, made a great contribution to Gandia's leap forward. It is well known for its girl-like appearance and constant smile, and was counted in a circle of flowers that, along with Faria and Miliu-Levaire and others, colored the story of the hero Setuna.

In those glorious times, Gandhian boys and girls were excited about the work of the hero Setuna, listening to its stories or sparkling their eyes. There were no days in the Wang capital when he could not hear poems glorifying heroes, and everyone praised Setuna, and there was never a end to the topic of him and the women who battled with him.

One day, standing on the battlefield with Setuna would have been the dream of the bloody boys, and there was never much to publicize such a dream story.

He was one of them.

That's why I wanted to learn the art of armed summons. If you're first class as an armed summoner, The Lion's Tail might pick you up. A pale expectation thrust him into motion as hope changed his life. One day I will be a superior armed summoner, with Setuna, on the battlefield with my brother, fighting for Gandia.

That became everything to him.

That's no longer retrievable, a distant old event.

When he held his fist, he confirmed once again the girl standing on the gate. I'm pretty sure the girl is Reaper Rem. The only appearance I can see is that of a girl in her early teens with dark hair, poor looks. One day the reddened eyes will also match her characteristics. One of Rem's most famous traits has been dressing as a woman's salary from day to day, but sometimes it was a battlefield filled with chopped wings, and she wasn't dressed like that right now. He is wearing black light armor from the top of his black coat. He had a black mask on his head and a pitch-black spear gripped his right hand.

I will not draw on the black spear because of the wrath of the black spear. He narrowed his eyes, feeling such a vicious sign that he couldn't help but wonder if it was the black spear chaos bringer itself. For example, it is not impossible for her to stand confidently, but it is impossible to do so.

Black Spear - The Demon King's wand is a substitute that can only be handled by the guardian chosen by the wand itself, and if any other than the guardian tries to use it forcefully, it will only result in his own ruin. There's no way Setuna would let a squire from Mizuna do such an imitation. I mean, not the black spear itself, but, say, what is it?

He couldn't help but wonder how different he felt from the pitch-black spear.

Nevertheless, just paying attention there doesn't start.

I can't fulfill my purpose.

The aim is the overthrow of the goddess of war, Faria, and the patron saint, Malik, and if that can even be accomplished, the disintegration of Lyohan is present. Without having to put Ruufa in his hands or hurt Ruufa more than he needs to, he can complete the task entrusted to him.

To do so, we just have to get rid of the obstacles in front of us first.

Even if it is the servant of a hero who was once on the other side of his admiration.

"I don't think you're going to let me through."

"Didn't you hear that?

"No."

He kicked the ground. The highest speed reached in an instant carries his body over the head of the Reaper.

"I heard you, so I doubt it."

Tell him, he succeeded in capturing the battle palace under his eyes. That means we've broken through the boundaries set by Reaper.

"Look -"

Beyond.

Yes, I couldn't say enough, because an awesome shock pierced his torso and blew himself high in the sky. Between the Battle Palace and him, rapidly distancing, was the laid back figure of the Reaper.

Swinging through the spear, she laughs.

"I won't let you through," I said.

The chillness hidden in the grin was something completely different from Reaper Rem's impression of hearing the story.

(Reaper...?)

When he stood still in the air, he touched an empty hole in his stomach, keeping his posture in order. He was pierced by a spear. I couldn't help but be surprised at the fact that his flesh had been so lightly damaged that he had never suffered a single cut so far. He was stunned, but blocked the wound and erased the pain.

Reaper Rem, apparently, has to be killed.

If you don't shoot him, you can't go into the war palace.

If I knew that, I would have had to decide to be ready.

It is also a separation from the past.

It is a challenge to the heroic legend of Gandhia's golden age, and it is an act in which he defies and denies with his own hands the memories and yearnings of Mizumi. My heart shook. My soul swayed. A distant, distant past. The times you can no longer take back. It's ridiculous, such as worrying about what only exists in memory. He shook his head all over his chest.

(What are you thinking, me?)

Isn't it something he's already decided, he clenched his fist.

That and this is for Nea Gandia.

For the lion god emperor Leongando Laignas-Gandia.

He made up his mind.

Rem was filled with an indescribable sense of fulfilment as he confronted what he called the Lion Remillion. Although it is a lem that is often filled from time to time, it would only be exceptional at this time.

Full of power is synchronization with his life, his soul, meaning synchronization.

He also wraps a black spear on his hands, a dark black mask on his head, pure black armor on his body, and contains a dark black double blade, a pitch-black spear, a purple black axe, and a pale black wand. All were the summoning armies of Setuna, and could be called the wand of the demon king, the black spear, and his family, his projection. I mean, a shadow. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a shadowy lem of Setuna's life that can do so. It is something that no one but Lem can imitate, and that is why there is a sense of speciality, fullness and superiority.

In fact, who else can do the same?

To Faria, to Miliu, to Sheila, to Urk, that's all we can't imitate.

If you're going to be Setsuna's servant, you can do it to Urk. If you're going to be Setsuna's talker, if you're going to fight with Setsuna, anyone can. But being the shadow of Setuna can only be done by Rem, who is getting his life from him. It's an act that was only allowed to her in Setsuna's shadow.

That's why the fullness.

Full and still overflowing thoughts are burning my entire body.

Life burns, souls burns.

It is this scorching thought that is the very flurry of emotions flowing in from Setuna, his very passion. I don't know where he could have hidden so much intense thoughts. An angry flame that can only be awesome. Swirl of pity. Bottomless desires - numerous emotions push in like rage, swallowing her heart. It's like you're not who you are anymore, that feeling. While I wonder if it is similar to the regurgitation phenomenon, I am also overstating that it is distinctly different. Because that flushing stream of emotions does not smear her self, but rather respects her.

As if Setuna herself were.

So maybe the loving smell multiplies.

With that in mind, his opponent, who blew high in the sky, was completing his posture in the air.

Rem, seeing how it was, quietly speared. Nowhere, such as the losing element.

She calls it a fully armed and shadowy ceremony.