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

The battle between Ozfeld and the twelve true bodies ended in his defeat.

In Ozfeld, where his powers were drained, he did not become a decent battle with the true body of the enemy. On top of that, if there are more opponents, it has to be a unilateral development. No matter how much power he squeezed, worked his head off, and worked out his measures, he could not overshadow the overwhelming difference in power, the difference in decisive numbers.

The true body of the twelve bodies, ravaged by their mighty power, was defeated.

Ozfeld couldn't even stand. In support of my sword, I'm trying to get up, but even that's irresistible.

I can tolerate the pain that occurs all over my body, but I can't help but wear out.

You can't fight like that anymore.

"Not yet..."

Ozfeld said, screaming. My voice was plundering.

"I can still... fight...!

So he, squeezing his last force, rises. When I pulled out the sword I was supporting, and set it up, my body fluttered, but I managed to manage.

"I can't do anything with words alone. But it's no longer a stage where we can do something with the will alone."

Fairling's voice had profound mercy. Neither pity nor sympathy. It was just a gentle, teachy mouthfeel.

"Behold, Lord Ward"

Twelve true bodies aligned before the World Guardian. There was spectacularity and majesty there, as if when the thirteen knights had gathered in strength at the headquarters of the Knights, with a dazzling glow. It was divine, full of majesty, even fantastic. I guess I fall in love unexpectedly because that's the sight I've dreamed of.

Thirteen knights meet together to show off their true bodies - such dreamy sights.

It's distracting.

vaguely.

"My twelve knights are still alive and well. If Sir wants me to deliver the blade, I must begin by breaking the Twelve Horsemen. That's not even true, sir."

Pulling Ozfeld back from his dreams to reality was the cold-hearted sound of Failing's voice.

"But it's natural."

"Of course..."

Yes, of course.

That was understandable.

Thorough from start to finish, yes.

Even the World Guardian is in Ozfeld's hands. And he has challenged and continued to lose reckless battles against the extra enemies in his hands. As a result, I was so exhausted that I couldn't even stand and set up my sword.

On the verge of exhausting.

Still, I can stand, because I'm willing.

The pride and conviction of being a Knights Knight inspires Ozfeld.

If Ozfeld is not a knight or anything, he must be so heartbroken and lying down on the ground. I'm so sure.

And there's no way I can handle it just by the will.

The opponent is the World Guardian and the twelve true bodies prepared by the World Guardian. After destroying all twelve knights, it is finally time for a rematch with the World Guardian, but first, it is extremely difficult to kill those twelve knights.

Ozfeld, who is finally standing, doesn't have the power to fight.

"Sir is fighting alone"

"... alone?

"Yes, one. Sir is now fighting alone."

What sounds more than a World Guardian is the voice of a failing ring. Magnificent, full of majesty, an extremely cold voice. My heart will tremble just listening because Osfeld himself is so weak.

"You should know that's tied to the result of the status quo"

(One......?

Ozfeld, through the voice of Failing, tried to find out what Mibula God was trying to convey. I'm sure that's not some nonsensical paranoia or anything. It must be a serious clue to breaking through this trial and an essential part of defeating the World Guardian.

Yes, that's salvation.

The signpost of salvation by the Savior God Mivula.

So he thinks. Thinking, listening. Listen.

"Osfeld Zan-Ward. Who is Sir?

"… that I make the Knights of Benoagard Knights and serve as the Knights Commander"

"Then why fight alone?

"Huh..."

Ozfeld was stunned by unexpected inquiries.

"There shouldn't be anything long about the Knights, fighting alone, etc. The knights, everyone is waiting for the captain to know. Burn your life with one order of the Commander and one instruction of the Commander. That must have been the Knights my friend created."

Mivula God, with all due respect for the failing ring, went. In the dark, the Knights before the revolution by failing ring were not, I suppose, but they are, in fact, right, and there is no objection. The corruption of Benoagard extended to the Knights.

That's why Failing rose and revolutionized. I reborn the Knights.

It is the failing ring that each of the knights of the Knights has shown by transforming himself into such an organization, sincerely facing his mission and fulfilling his mission with all his body and spirit. And at the heart of that philosophy was the Savior God Mivula.

"Sir, have you forgotten?

"... No way"

That, there's no way, Ozfeld wanted to scream. I haven't forgotten. You can't forget. The Knights' philosophy, the main body of the Knights' knights, his presence as the Knights' chief - all breathing and pulsating as the flesh that makes him up.

"Then you must also look like Sir. Sir's own twelve knights."

"My... twelve knights..."

Ozfeld realized once again the moment he rebelled against the word of Mibula God. My vision seems to be blurred, not because of fatigue, but because something was right in front of me.

It becomes apparent whether it is because it stands to block Ozfeld's vision and Ozfeld notices it, or for another reason.

Standing in front of him was a true body wrapped in brightly colored and streamlined armor. Much like Luveris' True Body Full Colors, it is very different. Whatever it is, it carries a pair of trident. The trident with blades at both ends seemed like Fiennel's true body, the dual-bladed trident itself.

Next to it appeared a true body wrapped in platinum armor. It was a separate thing resembling Sid's true body all-round, with a combination of designs that symbolized a fiery fire in the design of thunder light. It's like having one true body flame caller all round and Zexis.

In addition, a true body very similar to Rowfa's Heavens Eye, Bain's High Power, appears in front of Ozfeld. The right arm of the Heavens Eye integrated with the spear was like the True Body Lanceforce of the Carline, and the High Power heavily armed was like Drake's True Body Divine Dread.

The true bodies of those four bodies were turning their backs on Ozfeld and confronting the World Guardian.

"This is..."

"Hmm..."

Mivula, God uttered some satisfying voice.

"In the case of Sir, should we call him the Four Horsemen"

"Four Horsemen..."

The true body of the four bodies, naturally, is not Luveris or Sid himself. All the Luveris had broken through the trials before they had solved their true bodies. A knight who imitates wildly, jumping into the trials of Ozfeld, is not alone.

And.

If it's their true bodies, it can't be like they've taken in an opponent.

So, what the hell is going on?

Ozfeld has no idea.