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

"Not at all. Sir Lanacoat."

Divinedred deformed the Great Sword in a stationary state in the air. A bow like joining the patterned heads of two swords and one pair of swords. Strings of salvation extend from the tips of both ends, and converging salvation in the right hand forms an arrow.

Speaking of bow masters among the thirteen knights, he is Rowfa, and Rowfa's true body Heavens Eye has the ability to do so on the extension of bow art, but Drake is the user of the bow, second only to Rowfa or enough to line up, as well as the true body realizes a similar ability.

Moreover, the skill of the spears is in line with the Knights' best carline, and swordsmanship is also the holder of the highest arm among the swordsmen in line. Not only do they use all kinds of weapons, but they also have excellent physical skills. He has the alias "divine martial arts" because it is the incarnation of God-like martial arts, and the Knights knights feared and respected everyone for his ability to fight.

Drake is one of the Knights executives who's jumping through his head.

"Sir's power should not be like this."

Staring at Divine Dread with a rescue arrow on his bow, Bain gathered his strength in his right arm. It's not even a joke that the opponent stays dominant for a distance but becomes a one-sided development.

"Don't you?

The moment the arrow was released, Bain accelerated his high power. By advancing at maximum output, you dive directly under the flying arrow at super high speed and reach directly below Divine Dread. The sound of the explosion shakes the atmosphere, and the tremors shake the earth. An arrow of salvation formed in an instant, but it is a means of attacking Divine Dread. It can't be semi-powerful.

At the end of his gaze, Divine Dread had just formed the next arrow. The moment he jumps and tries to pack the distance, the arrow is released. At that time, Bain was holding his right hand. Spread your palms and take the arrows. An explosion was caused by a collision between rescue forces, and the impact penetrated his arm from his right hand and passed all over his body.

In intense pain, nevertheless, Bain continues to rise. He soared at the highest speed and succeeded in capturing Divine Red in front of him. Divinedred's third shot was stopped by a penetration from the head of a high power. I stuck it out of my head because my arm wouldn't move, but that played the job. He jumped up his arms from bow to bow and slapped his head into the face of his helmet.

The impact came from his helmet, but it was an indisputable sign of his success in feeding him a direct hit, and Bain, wrapped himself in inner joy.

(How about that!

Only the Knights Knights will know the joy of the fact that they were able to tap a direct hit into that Drake. It's also a situation where Drake brings out the True Body Divine Dread and comes with a whole body of spirits. If this is just training or assembling hands, it's not the story. It's only a little joy, and you'll forget about it the next day.

But not all this time.

They're serious.

That Drake is trying to crush Bain with all his might.

"That's right. This is it."

When Drake's voice was heard, Bain's vision was empty. I didn't know what happened. When I realized I was spinning a spin in the air, I realized I had been thrown away. That was early work, and Bain wrapped his tongue around Drake's sober response.

Shortly afterwards, a severe pain ran to his right leg along with the explosion. The arrow. The rescue arrow pierced and burst. My legs were blowing up in armor and everywhere, and I was missing my bottom from my right knee.

"This is it."

Seeing, Divine Dread had a bow in a flat shape. There is nothing short of brilliance around instantly sniping and hitting the true body of the thrown Bain.

"This is the battle."

"Ha."

Bain prepared for the shock of being slammed to the ground with a dry laugh. But faster than settling on the ground, a further shot hit the high power. Now my left leg was targeted and detonated. And when he settled on the ground, he was ending up in a disastrous state where he lost both legs to his left arm. His right arm is also blurry when he takes the arrow of salvation.

I can't even stand up.

Divinedred, on the other hand, had no scratches other than the surface of the helmet, which had its head poked. The damage to the helmet is also visible to be easily repaired.

"It's such a one-sided thing."

"Sir's battle would have been basically one-sided, too"

(... I can't say it back, dude)

In their work as Knights, there were few battles that the Baines would struggle with in earnest. Unless the other person is hiring an armed summoner, or the armed summoner itself, but even in that case, if you use a disguise, it's mostly an easy one to clean up.

Speaking of opponents the Knights struggled with, isn't it about Gandia, to whom Setuna belongs?

Most of the other fights were one-sided by the Knights. There was even a battle that could be called ravaging, but neither that nor this, if it were for salvation, would there be no way.

"Well, that's not what I'm saying."

"What the fuck?"

"I suppose Sir has noticed, too? As much as I've never been able to help any opponent, I guess I know."

"What the hell?"

Bain raised his bare voice. I had to raise it. We all have no idea what Drake is talking about.

"I always mean it, don't I? For any opponent, I mean it..."

Countless battlefields passed in the back of my brain. No matter how weak they are, they must have never been out of hand. I have always seriously challenged the battlefield, kicked my enemies and lived to this day. That was who I was.

"I've been fighting for real"

"Yes, you've been fighting for it for real. That's Sir. Sir, a man named Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt."

"It's like you know me from nothing to nothing. Come on."

"I know."

Behind Divine Dread's helmet, his eyes glowed golden.

"I'm a mivula."

Only at that moment did his voice sound like Mibula God himself, not because of his mind or anything else.

"Spirit to be exact... well, no big difference"

"Do you think Master Mivula will ever see me again?"

"Even so. That is why I strike my lord. It is I who shall bring forth all the power of the Lord."

Ta-da, that's what I mean. It was no longer audible to the voice of Mibula God, but the divine sign was that of God itself. That would be why my soul trembles. I am now confronted with God. God's Spiritual Divine Dread and across the street.

That fact shivers Bain.

That is not fear.

Joy.

"Because if it's not the drake of the Knights' most powerful“ Divine Martial Arts, "it has to be this Divine Dread."

"... Ha"

I threw it away because if I didn't, I wouldn't have been able to say it back. To arouse the mistletoe, be vicious. That was his way from a long time ago.

"I told you to do everything I can from now on, as if I hadn't!

"I guess so. Sir, we can't do everything we can."

"What..."

Divinedred's assertion is cold and absolute. Unresistible forces are working, and even Bain has to swallow words.

"If you give it all you can, it will involve your surroundings. Because at the end of" frenzy, "you ruin everything. Sir, he cannot do all he can."