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

The corridor of darkness seemed to continue everywhere.

Because overhead, underfoot, front, back, left, and right are areas of darkness where ignorant darkness lies and fills everywhere you look, and there is no light whatsoever.

Because the figure of the leading woman is also a black outfit that blends into this unknown darkness, Setuna had to gaze at her and walk right behind her so that she could not lose sight of her. If you look away at all, at that moment, you won't only lose sight of where she is, but you won't even know where you are.

The fact that the sound does not sound also means that the reverberation does not allow us to grasp the current location. No, in the first place, such a method is available in a state where hearing is enhanced by a subpoena arm, and there's no way we can do that to a normal setuna.

Therefore, Setuna was walking far enough to pull on the mourning woman perfectly.

That seemed crazy to the woman, and from time to time, she showed a bare gesture that made her desperate to laugh and suppress her. Rather than making fun of Setuna, he seems to enjoy it and rather seems to be a closer reaction to favor than malice.

The emotions and apparently not the hostility or malice that Setuna had with her, but the friendliness that she might have had. Because, walking at that rate, she has stopped and made unexpected suggestions.

"If it's that scary, why don't I hold your hand?

"No, fine."

"Hehe, you don't have to be strong"

"Strength, that's not it."

That said, as I walked after her for a while, I somewhat regretted that I should have responded to the suggestion that it should be kept within Setuna's chest.

The darkness, deep everywhere, continues everywhere.

The existence of such a large passage on the top floor of the tower is nothing short of bizarre, but if this is hell and an area dominated by laws of physics that are far from reality, then the story is different. Even if there was a great projection at the top of the tower that could be heavenly and high, there would be nothing to break, rather, it would continue to exist without any support?

Think about it because the corridor of darkness was too long and flat.

Nothing like a mourning woman has stirred up, it's just that there's a dark passage going on, and Setsuna, it was kind of a clap-out thought, rather enough to make me angry along the way. I'm just walking straight through a view that won't change. I don't see the end point, and I don't even know if we're moving forward.

Maybe you're just circling around the same place, or you haven't even been able to move forward, or even think about that.

(What the hell does this mean?)

It was when Setuna was in bad shape in her chest.

Suddenly the light ran into my sight.

(Huh......!?

The eyes, used to the darkness, were burned out by the light, and intense pain struck Setuna. When he accidentally closed his eyelid and held his eyes, the scaffold collapsed without sound.

"Become...!?

I didn't even have time to be raising my voice. Even if I opened my eyes without watermark, what I saw in my eyes was an irreplaceable dark space, and Setuna was falling because the senses were the only thing I could tell. But it's definitely falling. He loses his scaffold, is thrown out into a dark space, and falls without being able to resist gravity. My guts shake and my liver gets cold.

Under the eyes, it was, after all, the dark world, where there was no light whatsoever and no hope could be seen. I don't even know how much altitude they dropped me from. And why, suddenly, the floor collapsed, and why. The mourning woman is invisible. I could only see it at close range. The moment I fell, it was natural that I couldn't keep a visible distance.

Freedom to fall.

If it weren't for flying wings, they would keep falling like this and be beaten to death by the earth of hell.

What kind of death is that?

Will it be a false death, as has been the case with previous trials? Or are you really going to die?

This is hell, but at the same time it's an area of fantasy to dream about.

but just because it's a dream world doesn't mean the spirit won't die.

If the mind dies, it's the same thing even if the flesh is alive.

Even if it's just an electrical signal.

"Armed Summoning"

I chanted it by accident.

There's no way the Mail of Dotter will respond to your summons. What Setuna therefore tried to summon was the wings that would replace the Mail-of-doer. Whatever subpoena armed with the ability to fly. If we could stop this free fall and dance down to the ground, that would have been all we needed.

The result, however, was something completely different from what I had imagined.

The wings could be summoned. but the wings weren't the only ones who could summon them.

It was the giant body that embodied it from the explosive light emitted by its entire body. A tremendously huge body. It's not armor. It was my own body and the flesh itself. faint than darkness, deeper than darkness, black flesh.

(What the...?

Setsuna was too stunned and confused.

I would have used armed subpoena with the intention of summoning an armed man, but the flesh has mutated. It is also known to the monster among the monsters, but also to the body of being.

It was a dragon.

From a black, giant torso, a long neck stretches, with lumpy muscles and tough scale-covered limbs, sharp nails, long tails, and a pair of winged dragons. It was also the figure of a dragon I saw. The incarnation of a black spear, encountered many times in the confines of dreams.

When you say you don't have a mirror, I don't know why you could have recognized yourself that way.

I was just certain.

And the certainty prompted Setuna to plume her wings and resist a free fall.

(Yay...!

Becoming a black dragon, he broke off the temptation to earth by gravity and showed it brilliantly, flying through the sky. Buoyancy is gained not only by wings being feathered, but also by dominating and controlling the ambient atmosphere. That way, I was used to being a mail-of-doer.

Flying through the sky was therefore easy.

But.

A thunderbolt shook the world, while a tremendous impact struck his back. It becomes a storm of electric heat that breaks through your back, eating your guts out of your body and into your limbs. The rough electric shock and ultra-high heat runoff as it tore through the body with fierce momentum made Setuna scream.

Yet I heard a roar gushing down my throat as if it were a cry of the Terminator, because my hearing was alive. Because my hearing was alive.

To remind him of his defeat until he was completely skinless, I guess.

He circled his neck and looked up to heaven. I looked up and stared. The words of the curse floated innumerably and boiled infinitely. The curse became a spell, and the spell became magic. But it doesn't reach heaven. The dark clouds he created were overrun by an enormous amount of light, which, in turn, sniped him off. Countless lights pour down into the rain of thunder, beating his gigantic body. I can't fight back or defend myself by magic.

I just get beat up and keep savoring defeat.

A life that never dies. A flesh that never decays. A soul that never perishes, but is carved into defeat.

And then it falls.

to the depths of giant holes drilled into the ground.

Into a world of despair dominated by eternal darkness and darkness of ignorance.

Falling.

I could no longer fly. The wings are burned out, and the regeneration of the flesh does not catch up. It's destroyed every time it's restored and crushed every time it plays. And each time a tremendous pain struck him. Each time he groaned, of which, he growled, but after all, he could not resist.

It was defeated.

It was still darkness that awaited him, staring at heaven and cursing the light, falling to the bottom of the earth.

The darkness of ignorance, which does not reach any light, envelops the vision, all senses.

Darkness.

This is the depths of darkness.

You've come a long way, to the abyss.

I heard a mask of dispersal.

"To Nara"

Then, Lance of Design.

"To hell"

Axe of Ambition.

"To Yellow Springs"

Mail of Doater.

"To the Underworld."

Rod of Envy.

"To the bottom of the tomb"

Edge of Thurst.

Six family members of the Black Spear.