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

"I survived."

The phony, he said.

It was as if it were a word to say to itself, even a spell.

"I've heard it many times. But..."

"Yes, it is. You're right. It's unnatural. Impossible. It's puzzling."

Fake failing rings, shake your head. The expression had begun to undermine the majesty to the divine point where it existed until now. It's never pleasant to see the look on the face of a failing ring that cracks and breaks into distortion, even if you know it belongs to a phony.

Though it was the failing ring that always thought about each other and looked worried.

"Why can what survives, disappear from the bond of the soul? That can't be happening. The bond of the soul is a testament to our determination and readiness to fight through with Mivula, a promise. I won't break my soul bond more than I live, more than I keep fighting."

"Then why..."

"I don't know"

Fake fail rings, just shake your head. Its agonizing expression is painful and invisible. I should have cut him off as a phony to be killed, but Ozfeld was unable to be slaughtered by him.

"Who am I?

He asks himself:

"I am Fairling Zan-Kruse"

The derived answer, however, disappears somewhere vain, like a blade cut out of the sky.

"No, it's not"

Staring at the imposter who denies it, Ozfeld thinks about the anomalies that are happening to him. Fake failing rings seemed like someone else who believed they were failing rings. I guess a whole other person had been made into a failing ring by the power of something.

Because Tsujitsu fits.

The fact that it disappeared from the bond of the soul and the reality that it is now in front of the Ozfelds, Tsuji.

However, even in that case, the question remains.

Help.

"You're not."

He said it again and again.

No, it's not.

Over and over again, I shook my head.

"No..."

The expression of a fake failing ring that sank was pathetic to see and an invitation to sympathy.

Until now, with the power of the whole body and spirit, Ozfeld was so vain that he inadvertently held his breath, trying to deny everything that existed. It's like there's nothing in him, only a blank blank, such a look.

The majesty, the divinity, everything disappeared and lost, standing like nothing but a false man, and Ozfeld was confused.

I didn't expect this to be the case.

Even anger, he's gone somewhere.

(What the hell...)

It was when Ozfeld tried to put his doubts to his mouth.

"Well... you know what? You did. You did."

A phony suddenly opened his mouth as if something had occurred to him. Power returns to the look that was weak and the glow is restored. A golden glow that is divinely brilliant. The light of God. Divine authority.

"Finally, I remember everything, Ozfeld"

He, in the voice of failing rings, such. However, it was not the wind that I was behaving as a failing ring. Different tone. The atmosphere is different. Different tricks.

"Remember?

"Yes."

He nods. The human manipulation, albeit somewhere inhuman and airy, was as if it were different from when it was faking a failing ring. I don't need to play failing ring anymore, but it was just like, in fact, it was right.

"I remember everything. I just took back everything I had sealed in the depths of my memory. It's all because of you. Osfeld Zan-Ward. My beloved comrade."

"Comrade...?

In one word, there was something flashing behind Ozfeld's brain. The impact runs through your body like a flash of light.

"No way......"

"Yeah, no way."

As the failing ring appeared, it imagined and affirmed Ozfeld's reasoning.

"My name is Mivula. I'm arrogant enough to name the Savior God, God is the pillar."

When I wondered if the whole body of the failing ring was wrapped in divine light, a circle of light appeared behind it. The bright light and the overflowing divine authority show that he is the undisputed God himself. And that God, as he named it, is the Savior God Mivula, which Osfeld, who knows Mivula God well, instantly understood.

"Oh no... such an idiot..."

Understood, but at the same time, confused. I thought it was impossible. That can't be happening, and my brain refused to understand.

It was hard to believe, and even if it were true, it was something I didn't want to believe, such as the fact that the identity of the fake failing ring was Mibula God. Isn't it, then, as if Mibula God deceived ourselves?

"Sure... it could be ridiculous. But I meant it."

Mibula God, in his appearance of failing, but with his own emotions, his expression, went.

"I meant it, I tried to be a failing ring. I tried to live as Fairling Zan-Kluth."

"Trying to be Your Excellency...? How could you do that..."

"The reason is simple. Because he is my only half-body and a comrade who was shot in the middle of the road"

Mibula God's golden eyes stare at Ozfeld. I looked familiar with the sleigh. Full of the mercy of others, it is soft without any gods. Whenever, under any circumstances, those eyes were immutable. Unless the Ozfelds give up, the Mibula God will never let go.

Eyes that convince me so.

So, I guess.

Ozfeld realized he was instantly accepting him, but he didn't even want to stop it. It can't be stopped, Mibula. God is why the Ozfelds are fighting. It is the source of power, the backbone of faith and the symbol of the ideal.

There's no way we can do that, like denial.

"When we stopped the ritual of the resurrection of the Holy Emperor, the six Fairling, Zexis, Fiennel, Carline, Terius and Drake, along with the other comrades, lost their lives. I was there, and no one survived. Except me, God."

The word of the Mibula God made the death of the failing rings absolute. It will no longer shake, and cannot be overshadowed by anyone's hand. That's sad, and it's hard, but it was something we already got over for the Ozfelds.

That's why.

That's why I couldn't forgive the fakers of the failings.

Yet there was no anger toward Mivula God.

"Only I survived. I survived. God, and therefore was not allowed to die with his friends."

Mibula God was more pitiful and tormented than anyone else for failing to ring and for losing everyone. That's what comes through the bond of the soul. It comes directly into my mind. The tsunami of emotions was pushing. Sadness, pain, distress, and various emotions intrude, flooding and scratching Ozfeld's heart.

Everything that Mibula God has seen is projected into the back of his brain.

The battle of the Failing Rings in the Promised Land, Death, all of it.

They instantly filled the consciousness, filled the memory, and filled the mind.

No, Ozfeld's mind was perfectly in tune with Mibula God.