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

It was the black sword that emerged from the explosive light that arose with the summons. Neither is it a spear, nor are the relatives that have been sent down before. A wave of sword, unchanged from the time of the Lance of Design trials. Black swords were much more used to use than to invoke other summoning armies than black spears or family members would respond to a summons. For this reason Setuna did not hesitate to summon the Black Sword.

If you touch and squeeze the pattern of the black sword, you will gain strength. All senses are enhanced and physical abilities are improved.

"Whoa, Setuna, I used armed summons! This is a game policy violation!

"You saw a difference with Neewe players, and you stepped on them that you couldn't win, but this shouldn't happen. The tens of millions of athletes who have fought a bulimic competition, an outrage that scorns all of them."

"Absolutely right! This is the six hundred and sixty-sixth edition of the bulimic competition! I mean, it's a six-hundred, sixty-six year old right-of-origin tournament! Of course, it wasn't the perfect match policy from the start! But over time, over and over again, we are now wrapped up in match provisions that are not current waste and even beautiful! Setuna's way of overshadowing it from the ground up would have pitied and disappointed those watching the Games all over the millions of worlds!

The monsters filling the audience also blamed Setuna with a loud voice as the reality and commentary came out loud to condemn it. Loud enough voices that the match venue rocked violently were filled with anger, as well as disappointment and condemnation itself.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Setsuna glanced at Niewe as she stood in her seat, almost vomiting by accident. Neewe continued to eat gracefully as she did, but when Setsuna glanced, she kept the dishes at hand and looked at this one. He doesn't hide some disappointment, but opens his mouth in a gentleman's manner.

"Do you admit defeat?

The soft tone must mimic the usual Niewe.

"Right. My loss."

"Lightly, well"

"There's no point in sticking to a game you can't win no matter what you scratch."

"Can't win? I guess I'm just not trying to win. I guess it's not hard enough."

"Ha."

Setuna, smiling, raised her sword. Shake it down, slap off the table. Countless plates and dishes splash from tables cut in half and vanish in the air. No, it wasn't just the tables, the food, the dishes that disappeared. The chair Setuna was sitting in, the female feeding demon she was around, and the venue itself disappears. It is the depressed and lush trees that fill their sights instead. Make sure the scene switches and go into the woods.

Naturally, Neewe also lost the chair she was sitting in and was standing up.

"It's not the same with the love of the Creator."

"Sweetheart? I'm not sure."

Neewe has told me as she sets up a pair of short knives she had in her hand at some point. The clothes you wear are turning into combat clothes. Black light armor in an easy-to-move outfit. If you are an armed summoner, it was natural to avoid heavy arming, and so is Setuna.

He wore lightweight armor around him at some point. That was armor I saw, too.

(This is...)

Its specially crafted light armor has been lightened to the extreme to keep Setsuna out of the way of fast combat. As far as defensive capabilities are concerned, there is only the minimum required. In the battle between the armed summoners, no matter how robust the armor is worn, because a blow can be fatal. Setuna often dealt with armed summoners and, as such, often opted for protective equipment that emphasized mobility over defensive capabilities.

So is this armor.

"The only thing I can say is that yours is a crappy excuse for losing,"

"I don't mind you accepting that. Thanks to you, I could not hesitate to lose"

And I also know that Edge of Thurst must be thrilled somewhere, but that no longer mattered. Edge of Thurst wants to lower his drinks by letting Neewe win by letting Setuna lose. It's the stomach of Niewe's defeat to Setuna once.

Where is it necessary to take such a thing from the front?

Setuna put up a black sword and weighed in with Niewe. In time, it remains the same, when I was pinching a giant table. That means there's too much time, and Setuna is more disadvantaged. Black swords can fight quite a bit if they're melee, but at medium range, they have to take a back.

Anyway, Neewe has an edge of thrust and is protected by an edge of thrust.

This is the Edge of Thurst world.

Both the previous game venue and this vast forest are worlds dominated and performed by Edge of Thurst. It's no surprise that everything worked in Nieuwe's favor, and rather naturally.

In that respect, it is the same as the previous trials. In every trial, Setuna was at a disadvantage and his opponent was in his favor. That would be so. There can be no such thing as what gets tested and the fact that the organizers of the trials are equal. But that's how far we've come.

Lance of Designer, Rod of Envy, Axe of Ambition, and Mail of Dotor. It was a different trial for each of us, but we're breaking through and getting the keys.

There is no reason to lose the Edge of Thurst trials.

"But not from here."

"What's different?

"Nothing, maybe."

I told him, I kicked the ground. Niewe offered both arms with a bitter smile. When you put a pair of knives up front, you let that black body run the light. One of the capabilities of Edge of Surst, light bullet firing. Light bullets released along with sharp firing sounds flew extremely straight. That's not one or two either. Niewe tries to block Setuna's approach while firing light bullets in a row. Speaking of Setuna, although he showed off one of the light bullets by tapping off his eyes with a black sword, he had to change his mind because the light bullet that was blown up by the blast that occurred at that time and fired on him continued to stand had become a chase and a direct hit. The pain caused by the blast is followed by severe pain caused by direct strikes and explosions all over the body. And where he was slammed to the ground, a light bullet arrived, and then burst.

Naturally, tremendous pain will strike your whole body and even leak your anguished voice, but that's not what happens.

Setsuna is not dead. The battle is going on, and nothing is over.

If the storm of light bullets stopped, I had no choice but to rise in severe pain. Niewe is waiting. I'm not even trying to stab you because the purpose is to get Setuna. Edge of Thurst, though.

"You haven't changed."

"Shut up. From now on."

"Coming up... hey"

Niewe smiled bitterly. He doesn't break his spare attitude. It was as if he were convinced of the victory, and his expression even had pity for Setuna.

"Things were different then."

"... right"

"You can't use a black spear."

"That's the same for you, Neewe. That edge of thurst is not the edge of thurst I fought."

When Setsuna told him, Niewe distorted his expression only slightly. Shake your head and raise your mouth angle.

"It's a loss."

"No, you're not."

Setuna pointed a black sword cut at Niewe.

"If it was Edge of Thurst, it would have been settled."

"Things I just didn't put on"

"Then do it. If you're not a loser."

"Cheap provocation. I'm desperate."

"Ha. Which is..."

Are you desperate?

The moment he tried to do so, Setsuna saw Niewe cross a pair of short knives. And when Neewe's figure scratched out of sight, Setuna turned her back as she swung up her sword and saw a spark scattering in front of her. Across the spark, Niewe looked at this one with dismay as she swung down the edge of the surst.

"You're right."

Setuna kicked Niewe's empty stomach up and told him.

Then you can't kill me.