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

Ozfeld understood the emergency that had happened to him because he knew that the uninterrupted intense pain that had occurred throughout his body and the giant body of True Body Light Bright was making noises and collapsing.

Strong armor surrounding the entire body of the Light Bright was instantly chopped into pieces. It's not just armor. The very flesh that wore armor was thoroughly mutilated, destroyed and exhausted. It's smashed to pieces and doesn't even leave any marks. Splashes in a blur, makes a noise and collapses away.

Remaining on the ground was the residual incense of dust mustard-like salvation, and Ozfeld was noticed by himself standing up as just a human being.

And he sees the beauty of a world guardian standing like a pillar that supports heaven and earth.

The World Guardian looks down on this one. True bodies, more than a dozen times the size of human time, the World Guardian, several times as immense, are nothing short of overwhelming in terms of mass. The intimidation I even felt when confronted as a light bright is now standing in front of Ozfeld under enough pressure and force to make me forget the severe pain that afflicts my entire body.

The World Guardian swept the sword into heaven as it swung through. Then, in the sun falling from far above, the immense sword's fullness glowed vividly. Even the divine figure of the World Guardian looks even more majestic.

"But it's hard to cross me just by heart."

The World Guardian's extreme sword spins and the tip of the sword pierces the ground beneath his feet.

I went back to my immovable position.

Why is that?

(Me...)

Ozfeld was suffering from the illusion that bones all over his body were splattered. True bodies are not the flesh of Ozfeld itself. It is the crystalline incarnation of salvation, and even if the true body is destroyed, the person who manipulates the true body will not die.

Basically, yes.

There are exceptions.

If the true body is thoroughly destroyed and the salvation drained, it is also not impossible to cause the life from which it originated to be extinguished. Nor would it necessarily be possible to extinguish the true body of the manipulator.

If it is the power of the World Guardian, all the more so.

But the World Guardian didn't.

It's just finished chopping up the lightbright and temporarily destroying it all.

I didn't take Osfeld's life.

I didn't kill him.

They didn't kill me.

(Waiting for me...)

Fix rough breaths and concentrate your spirit. The pain suffered by the true body does not reach the operator as it is. but if the whole body were torn apart and thoroughly destroyed, it would have been a natural consequence to come under attack by Ozfeld as a serious pain.

It hurts so much that I wonder that the flesh keeps the prototype.

Realistic, hallucinations.

In fact, his flesh is perfectly intact and not a single predatory wound. But Ozfeld wore out physically and mentally, and it was finally in a state where he was standing. Breathing was painful, gasping for air. My eyes turn, my ears squeal, I'm thirsty. The flesh is screaming and the spirit is crying.

Still, he has to raise his sword.

(Waiting for me to stand)

Ozfeld was relieved, admitting that his breathing had finally normalized. Still, I can fight.

"Illuminate."

Tell and manifest the true body again.

When the True Body Light Bright emerged from the explosive light of salvation, the World Guardian sparkled his eyes behind his helmet as if he had been waiting. A great sword is pulled out of the earth. It is no longer the end of playing with immobilized structures, but the pressure, the more Ozfeldt accidentally retreated.

Suffer and confront each other.

The sensation of enlargement in the true body enlarged the pain of the whole body, but it is also a moment. Immediately, he erased the pain and concentrated on the battle.

We have to get past the trials.

Otherwise we can't move forward and we can't see the future.

Instead of saving the world, I can't even protect Benoagard.

"Sure, you're right. Just intentions."

"Yes, it's not just the will -"

Again, it was from the rear that I heard my voice. Now, sicker, farther away. And it's the same thing that generates severe pain all over your body. Traveling and slashing at speeds that are not even visible to the eye. That's not just one time either. It has been slashed repeatedly. By the time it's bullshit.

If you split up and fall to the ground, the true body will unravel and return to its original human being. to human Ozfeld. wear out, gasping for severe pain, to just a fragile human being.

But I won't die.

You haven't been killed, so there's no way you're going to die.

So stand up and put your sword up.

"Not yet... not yet, I can do it...!

If you manifest your true body, it will be chopped and scattered in the next moment. But he's not dead. I'm not exhausted. There is life, and power remains.

Then I can do it.

"Something like this...... no way......!

Ozfeld yelled. I roared like someone else and was tempered.

Still, I'm not even allowed to stand. At the moment of the sword wind blowing through, the head and hands and feet are severed from the torso of the true body and further broken down.

And then we go back to who we were.

"Not yet, not yet...!

He was constantly breathing, but he didn't intend to give up on Ozfeld. Whenever there is more pain engraved all over his body, whenever his true body is thoroughly destroyed, he recognizes himself as powerless and weak, but still, he rises and raises his sword.

manifest the true body and confront the World Guardian.

And then it's chopped up and thrown out onto the ground.

Repeat.

That repetition.

Repeat over and over again.

"After all, isn't it just intent"

The voices of the failing rings can be heard far away.

You're supposed to be right in front of me, but you're not even close. My eyes were sumptuous and my proximity uncertain. It's not just the eyes. There are also beginning to be abnormalities in my ears. There was madness in every sensation, and there seemed to be nothing left of the normal part or anything.

"No, you mean it"

The World Guardian was sticking his extreme sword underfoot. I know you're looking down at this one, but I'm not sure.

Ozfeld was no longer even breathing.

"Either way, the same thing"

No, I didn't think so.

It's intent, it's intent.

That's all that's exciting Ozfeld. It holds Osfeld's consciousness to reality. If you were unwilling or unwilling, you'd be losing your mind. The world of dreams or the land of death? I would be traveling to any of them.

In a hazy consciousness, you can still rise, because there is still a will there.

Meaning as a Knight Commander.

The knights, with the exception of Ozfeld, had already completed their trials.

Luveris' full colors beat Fiennel's dual blade, Sid's all-round beats Carline's flame caller, each at the end of a fierce fight. Bain's high-powered, Drake's Divine Dread, and Rowfa's Heavens Eye still beat Carline's Lanceforth to the end of the death fight.

There must be no more than everyone who has broken through each of these trials, such as giving up on the only Knightly Commander who stands above them.

It's them I respect, so I can't just lose. That is the kind of shameful act that paints mud on the pride of the Knights.

Meaningful.

I have the will and responsibility to be entrusted with the Knights by Fairling, who travels through Benoagard.

The World Guardian said.

"It's unexpected that you can cross me just by your mind or your will. It's unthinkable. This world is not cheaper than you can manage with your thoughts alone"

(That's not true -)

I know.