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

"Is there a reason!

"No, that's the truth. Sir's."

Drake comes over, ignoring Bain's objections. Playing a human named Drake, the Spirit of Mivula God. It is therefore convincing, and I know that the words of dissent do not make sense.

"Bain. Sir, you should remove the shackles you have imposed on yourself. Fearing, frightened, and shaken shackles that hurt his people."

"Shackles...?

What are you talking about, he thought. It was a simple question. There's nothing like that, I wanted to say it back out loud. I should have said it back. Because there isn't, it's natural to claim there isn't. Natural objection. reaction. But Bain swallowed the words and thought them through. Doubts arose in the back of my brain.

I can't give you all I can.

That's the conclusion they came up with, and I assure you, I couldn't cut it off with paranoia and throw it away. Remember the odd brush profit.

I've always fought for real. That's true. Lies in my memory cry, not assumptions or anything. If that's a lie, then everything you've fought countless times will be a lie.

But I don't know what all the power is.

What is a shackle?

When I thought about it that way, I dissolved it.

(Oh, you mean that)

"Otherwise, I won't be able to protect what I really have to protect"

When I realized, I was yelling.

I was crying, yelling.

I didn't know why I had zero tears. But I looked at the past on the other side of the tears that flowed endlessly, and there I stood. Why was I in a position where others abhorred and scorned me? Why, it was raging around, wild and crazy. I found out why. I remember. Anything at all.

"Do you understand what you've done?"

Angry voices had fear and discomfort at the same time. But it was a natural reaction, and I didn't have any objections to it.

It was Bain himself who nearly killed the trainee. So I didn't say anything. I just wasn't listening to my father, and that was the best I could do. Even I couldn't understand why that had happened.

Why were you sinking your training opponents into a sea of blood?

"Did you do it again? How many times has this happened?"

'How many times do I know? Training and action are not the same. "

'People who don't learn should be less than beasts. Why would you...'

Since when?

My father stopped liking anything and my mother stopped listening to me.

As for who, I had no allies.

Still good.

We don't need allies.

I was alone from the beginning. Then you can be alone until the end. You can live alone and die alone. As a result, the Lanacourts are trying to interrupt. Anyway, who doesn't recognize themselves as one?

Yes, I was thinking.

Sid, until we met Rowfa, we certainly did.

But Sid, I met Rowfa, and she changed.

I have Sid, I have Rowfa, I have myself. There has never been a more comfortable place. I thought that was where I was. For the first time, he got a place of his own. That feeling of happiness was enough to change his outlook on life.

Live alone, die alone - such values were, at some point, discarded.

Live with Sid and die.

When he started to think that, I guess he finally got something called himself.

And that's the shackle.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I heard thunder.

When I realized that was my own roar, I knew I was standing at some point. My leg, which was supposed to have been blown, was back to normal. It's not just the legs. Both arms. And I felt the power to increase and boil at all times. I felt like that, with all the senses clear and clear. It's not my fault. Because the thought was clear.

Until earlier, questions, discord, discontent and anxiety had all vanished, just looking at the enemy in front of me.

I don't think about anything. I don't think anything. Nothing bothers me.

Nothing, I don't want.

Bain took a step. Moment after moment, Divine Dread reacts and releases an arrow of salvation from the bow. But it doesn't even plunder into Bain's high power. When it hits the far rear earth and explodes, Bain is diving right under Divine Dread. We dived through the arrows with a sudden acceleration due to maximum output, and we made it.

Bain's, high-powered eyes capture Divine Dread with precision.

Step on it. The ground beneath your feet cracks and with enough force for the surrounding area to sink, fly. That's what, like an arrow. In an instant he reached the pocket of Divine Dread, rolling out both fists simultaneously. And the explosive rescue that erupts from the cageman's vent rapidly accelerates both fists.

The fist struck straight into Divine Dread's abdominal armor.

And it's both. Both fists pierce the thick armor and bend. I felt a tremendous rebellion along with an exceptional response and fierce killing. As he instantly twisted his torso and kicked his opponent's torso, he jumped away and accelerated with that recoil. It was simultaneous. A stormy slaughter chops up the void. The twin swords of Divine Dread struck.

But Bain is outside the double sword.

I sent for it.

He punched in the attack perfectly and tried to avoid it completely.

The senses were sharper than usual. Reflections are catching up on that sharpened feeling, and the flesh is moving. True body was moving, as expected, no, as an unconscious reflex. I'm not thinking about anything. I don't think anything. I'm not worried about anything.

Nothing, nothing.

It's like air.

He saw Divinedred fuse his double-swords and deform them into great swords, packing them up in time again. Step in, flesh out on your nostrils, faster than you deform into a great sword. Divine Red is not in a hurry. It was a move that even made me feel spared. Besides, there are gaps everywhere. That's why Bain jumped, high powered. Fly big, over the head of Divine Dread. Under my eyes, I saw a sword flash run on the path of high power.

If you look closely, another blade without a great sword is popping out of Divine Dread's armor. But that's just a restraint. Fate is a blow to the sword. That's why I was waiting for Bain to jump in. But Bain ruined even traction by unconsciously sensing it, and took the head of Divine Dread.

Attitude control in the air, changing directions, is easy if you're a true body. It was easy to flip in the air and penetrate towards the ground, especially if it was a high power with vents in all parts of the armor.

Vision captures Divine Dread.

The true body, driven by the knight of “Shinbu", had a glorious sword in his hand, showing him the structure of the interception. Stand where the tip of the great sword is so lowered that it seems to rub against the ground. I guess you're going to shake it up so you can squeeze it up and slap it off. Or are you going to do something with the blade I used earlier?

Bain had nothing to do with it.

Whatever measures Divine Dread is working out, there's only one thing Bain and I can do to make it high-powered.

Push on and hit him.

That's the only means of high-power attack, everything.

Bain, again, heard thunder.

I realized that was my own roar after my eyes were burned by the blurry residual light carved into the void by the Great Sword of Divine Dread.

And by then, it's settled.

A high-powered right fist pierced Divine Dread's chest armor and burst into vast relief.

Shortly afterwards, a louder explosion than thunder smeared Bain's consciousness.