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

The incarnation of Aurora Storm is eight in all.

Each of them had some form of thunder, two human men, a human woman, a beast, two raptors, a large snake wrapped around a tunnel, a giant roache-like figure.

Of the human incarnations, the male appeared to have changed the human Aurora Storm in a masculine manner, while the female appeared to have made the Aurora Storm feel younger and younger.

Of the two beasts, the whole thing looks like a wolf. A big tail was generating electricity. The other one is like a lion, wrapped in thunderbolts on hyenas.

The two raptors have beautiful wings that resemble the crystalline form, which is the hallmark of the Aurora Storm as a united being like a great eagle and a summoning arm. The hell it looks like a falcon already. This one is also covered in beautiful crystalline blades.

The snake was large enough to easily swallow the phalia whole, and its entire body, composed of crystals, was charged.

Same goes for roaches. Huge and charged. The sickles on both arms not only looked sharper than the real sickles, but were thunderous.

When he finished confirming the incarnations of those octopuses, Faria noticed that Aurora Storm was disappearing. The last trial, the challenge presented. All you have to do is one of two things: Faria turns up the sound or breaks through.

(No. There's one more thing.)

Faria watched as the incarnation of the octave tried to surround her as she chanted the spell early. I don't stop just looking, because I don't have the means to stop it. It is only in order to obtain that means that Faria is chanting.

(The end of me dying)

Worst and worst end, but not all possibilities.

This is not a dream or an illusion.

It is a harsh reality, and it is enough that if you eat an attack, you will be wounded and, depending on the degree of it, you will lose your life.

That's why we have to do everything we can to hope for this trial, and that's what we've been doing. Only things like losing your life must never happen. Then I don't know what the hell you're here for.

At that time, when the roar, like thunder itself, roared, the current ran through Faria's entire body.

It was a lion-shaped incarnation that shouted.

At the same time several incarnations moved. If a lion and a wolf rush out of the ground, a falcon strikes the great eagle in the sky. Pulling the tail of the thunder light and running the current, he approaches the faria.

"Armed summons!

The procedure was complete when Faria screamed the end of the spell in an agitational manner.

When Pharia's entire body was engulfed by explosive flashes, the incarnation of the four bodies, for a moment, was dull. That moment must have been what separated Faria's life and death.

Like a shadow, it was there.

At first, I felt it was the shadow or something of the wings of a big bird dancing overhead, but it wasn't.

A shadow.

It's like reproducing the real Silfed Feather exactly as it is, Impact Master. Even though he looks just like him, he is surrounded by dark shadows themselves, but therefore by dark air as a whole. Everything goes dark, deep and sinking. Watching that makes me feel that way.

Black and dark shadow magician.

It looked like a silfed feather, not a silfed feather.

"This is the trial...... the last?

"That's right. Defeating it is the final test"

Sylphide Feather is going to have some fun.

"Too simple to stretch out?

"No, no, no."

Shaking his head, he began to cast a spell.

You're welcome to keep it simple.

If the battle with the Impact Master is a trial, we must prepare the means of attack. That is the summoning arm, but not the majority of summoning arms. Anyway, the target is the shadow of Sylphide Feather. As an ability, you should consider yourself no better than Silfed Feather.

"Good luck."

Ruufa flashed against Silfed Feather, who had supported him with half a laugh. There's still something I can't grasp about where Silfed Feather's true intentions lie. He was nice to Ruufa, he didn't care, he was spicy, and he had a completely different attitude at that time.

It's as whimsical as the weather, selfish.

Can't you hate Silfed Feather like that because, after all, we've known each other for a long time, is it?

(Problem with compatibility maybe)

Thinking about it, the Influence Master moved.

When the wings grew from the body of the black shadow itself, they shot their wings and rose high in the sky.

(I thought so)

Ruufa was neither pleased nor pleased that the imagination hit that the battle with the Influence Master would be a fierce aerial battle while continuing the chant of the spell. The body of the Winged Summoning Armed Sylphide Feather, its shadow. It is natural and reasonable to be a battle in the air.

"Armed Summoning"

That's why Ruufa was trying to summon that summoning arm, and he actually summoned it to show it.

A pitch-black wing Ravens feather inherited from Malik God.

It instantly moved him over the head of the Impact Master as he grew out of his back.

Super acceleration.

Ravensfeather's abilities are incredible.

Miliu thought that facing oneself is the final test, which is often found in inheritance and fairytales.

If it's common and uninteresting, I don't have any ideas.

It can come on boring, in short.

(Unpleasant feeling)

The illusion, which perfectly reproduced Miliu-Levaire itself, remained exactly the same from the toe of his feet to the tip of his hair. Perfect to face, iris, lip shape as well as chest size, shape, waist thinness and body suppleness. The outfit, too, was the current girlfriend herself, and the outfit, woven in red on the black main body, was one of the changes she prepared for this out-of-the-world trip.

If the phantom lined up with her and asked which was the real deal, so much so that no one would know, and to the high degree of its reproduction, you could raise your passing score.

(But Setuna will spot you)

With absolute certainty, she snapped. And spin the spell.

If the battle against phantoms is a trial, we need to prepare for it. but I also know they're not like that, which gives me time to be ready.

The other guy is Miliu himself.

There is no such thing as Miliu forgiving his enemies.

Especially if you defined yourself as an enemy to be defeated.

Any pity relentlessly knocks in an attack to the point of harshness, silences the opponent even if he tries to surrender, and beats him down. You couldn't have survived that hell without letting the fact that this one is the strong one and the winner.

Since I left Dinobot Cave, met Setuna, and started spending my days with Setuna and the others, although I changed my mind somewhat, the essential parts couldn't change.

I don't even need to change it.

Kill enemies, triumph, and survive.

It was the regulator of the world, tapped into as being the truth, and no one denied it.

Power is everything.

(Yes. So, come...!

Miliu heard the tall sound of the air being mutilated as he flew off the scene with a spell. I found out that was due to an attack of phantoms, a slaughter that also cleaves distant enemies, because I felt pain in my right thigh.

For a moment, I was delayed.

In the hands of the phantom, the summoning armed Loversoul was held, and his body was split apart.

A group of blade pieces tied together by magnetic forces sometimes become great whips to cleave away enemies.

Miliu got hit by it. to the means of attack that I am best at.

"Armed Summoning"

Along with a word announcing the completion of the procedure, Miliu stared at the illusion.

The real deal starts here.