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

"Sir's heart, it's not like that."

"Oh, sure."

Though he went shopping for words of sale, Bain was in a situation where he had to change his perception that it was Divine Dread.

Divine Dread uses the Great Sword as its primary weapon, but not the only one. The Great Sword becomes a pair of two swords by dividing them, and the Double Sword becomes a bow. It is also possible to change it to a spear by stretching the pattern of the Great Sword, which means that it can accommodate all distances: close, medium and far.

A high-powered melee is an opponent that can never be compatible.

(In the first place)

When it comes to true bodies that go well with high power, isn't it about as good as dual blades that specialize in melee combat? Other true bodies, even melee type, should have the means to attack medium-range, long-range, and even dual-blade, what could not be as capable of medium-range attack?

True bodies specialized so far in melee combat are nothing short of Bain's high power, and in that sense the only one would be no exaggeration.

I can't decide if that's good or bad.

(As it stands, I just think it's bad)

Most of all, they're the ones.

Even if Bain's true body could accommodate medium and long distances, it could have been a unilateral development.

Drake's Divine Dread is second only to the inexhaustible World Guardian.

Even if you lose, there's no shame in it.

"Ha."

Bain laughed mocking herself.

"If you're not ashamed of losing, it's over."

So crushed, to inspire myself. There was going to be a revulsion at my own weakness in view of losing. There's no way I can stand alongside Sid in that. Sid wouldn't give up on any adversity. There is no such thing as putting defeat in perspective.

Sid is always looking forward.

I don't give up under any circumstances, I see the light.

I want to see that light with me, so I'm determined to walk with him, and I'm standing here.

(Wouldn't you? Bain)

"It's Mr. Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt!

I made it so fierce, I could yell. At the same time unleashes the power of the whole body and spirit.

"Are you crazy?"

"Oh, yeah."

He did not deny the words of the bewildered opponent, and bewildered. As usual.

"I'm crazy."

That's why he was given two names, "Frenzy” and so on, and became fearful.

It was seen as an object of fear by none of the knights of the Knights, and few were looked upon with respect like the other thirteen knights. But I'm glad. He was a knight, an executive and one of the thirteen knights of the Knights, but he was, because he was always lonely.

Not as lonely as Drake.

Loneliness.

Loneliness, which could never be understood by anyone, was in him and dawned in the battle to forget his loneliness. Only the struggle buried me in solitude.

Until I met Sid, that was everything.

No, it could still be.

If there's just something different, it means there's Sid ahead of the fight. It means you have a goal to stand alongside Sid. A glorious future that Sid would grab. There is a desire to see it on the side.

That's a big difference.

No longer, I am not alone.

And that fact excites him.

Not for myself, but for someone.

It was the Knights' philosophy and the main application of the Savior God Mivula.

"But this is not enough. It's not enough."

Bain stared at Divine Dread and stepped in. If you jump in time for the Great Sword, naturally, the slaughter will strike. Got it, sudden slaughter. From the right. I guess I'm going to smash my right arm, but that's not going to happen. Bain twisted his upper body and took the sword with his left hand to show it. At that moment, a strong impact thrust through his left hand, blowing from his palm to the edge of his elbow, but the momentum of the Great Sword could be killed.

If you dive into that gap, into Divine Dread's pocket, the opponent is full of gaps.

"Right."

The moment Drake's cold voice sounded, Bain jumped away, believing the warnings his brain had issued. Shortly afterwards, an explosion of salvation occurred, mainly in Divine Dread. The flash smears Bain's vision white, and the impact penetrates the entire body of the high power. When I wondered if a tremendous pain had run through my body, I was slapped to the ground. Bouncing aggressively, I look out for Divine Red.

The explosion had already subsided.

The ground of the explosion was heavily dictated by the hemispherical shape, with the appearance of Divine Red at its centre. Safe. Nothing's compromised. The abdominal armor kicked into the high power, the helmet that should have been beaten and shaken, everything is back to normal.

(Ha...)

Bain wanted to laugh.

The current explosion of salvation is a testament to Divine Dread's release of all his might. I guess the immense liberation of salvation has instantly repaired and restored the damaged areas of the true body constituted by salvation. And the overflowing power was enough to overflow from the entire body of Divandred to even distort and show the surrounding space.

"Is it not enough? How about this?"

I couldn't help but feel intimidated by the appearance of Divine Dread, who lay the sword unconstructed, and Bain, smiled bitterly. The difference in force is too historical.

"That's what I keep for when I have to."

"Now is the time, Sir Lanacourt."

"Right."

Kick and accelerate the ground. If you pack a pause, Divine Dread will also jump in, trying to roar.

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that!

"That's good"

The great sword of Divine Dread flashed, and the high power, was blown away with momentum. I was just blown away. It hasn't been slashed. Defense is on time. Most importantly, that's why things can't get any better. They have to be pursued in a blown up state. The word compassion or forgiveness did not seem to exist in Divine Dread. If you catch up to Bain abruptly, he'll slap the Great Sword with all his might.

Bain hit his opponent with a body hit with all his weight on it, not lowering backwards, but rather accelerating to the front with all his might. I was too responsive. But Divine Dread doesn't make it faint.

"Is that what this is?

"Joke!"

against a strong opponent to the point of irrationality, but Bain's struggle never broke. Rather, it's burning.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger it burns is the original Bain.

He wasn't such a soft person, like thinking of defeat as a premise.

"This too!

Remaining perfectly ineffective, Bain grabbed his opponent's head with his right hand. Behind the helmet, Divine Dread's eyes look this way. Calm down, I'm analyzing the situation. But Bain won't stop. Build momentum, shake it up.

"Seriously or whatever. Ouch!

With all his spirit, Bain threw away the giant body of Divine Dread with only the power of his right arm.

Most importantly, Divine Dread, naturally, has looked down on us by standing still in the air and re-establishing his posture.

Distance and time were earned.

That doesn't make any sense.

He laughed, not to mock himself.

The struggle is filled.