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

Silfed feather overdrive.

I thought that was Sylphide Feather's greatest ability.

Increasing and only increasing the number of wings in the Sylphide Feather, amplifying the amount of atmosphere that dominates and controls it is the Sylphide Feather Overdrive. There were no determinations on the number of wings at overdrive, and as Luufa's proficiency increased, according to growth, it was on the increase.

For that matter, the power to amplify also increased, but the burden also increased.

Overdrive was something that was certainly powerful, but at the same time too burdensome and user-friendly to say the least.

Instead, it was the ability of the hard-to-use category and I would have preferred to have been able to fight without using it as much as possible. Anyway, it's very burdensome and draining.

Even it increases the shortcomings of armed summoners who are not suited for long-term warfare, so it can be called the hassle category as the ability to summon arms.

Ruufa was constantly worried about that.

In the normal state of Sylphide Feather, the ability to fly is all that makes it too less aggressive, considering we're going to be dealing with powerful enemies such as Divine Men and Apostles. If you activate the Sylphide Feather Overdrive, it will not be possible to operate for long periods of time, although the firepower will compensate for it. I can't even fight a streak.

Is there any other way?

I always thought, I couldn't find a solution.

In the end, we just have to rely on Silfed Feather Overdrive.

Yes, I gave up.

But it's not.

No, it wasn't.

When Ruufa activated the Sylphide Feather Overdrive, he gently sent a light bullet of the then flying Kamikaze cannon. The number of wings increases by one or two. Each time you increase, your strength increases, your speed increases, and your body lightens. The senses were sharpened, and everything in my eyes felt slow.

It's not about three to six, six to twelve.

Dozens, hundreds of wings grow from Ruufa's back.

However, the burden is so small that it cannot be compared to the previous overdrive that the burden is also equal to no. Rather, I even feel like my mental strength is recovering. No, that's never my fault. It's full of power and acting on the mental side.

The greater the number of wings, the greater the power of Ruufa itself.

When the number of wings slightly exceeded a thousand, Ruufa was over the head of a giant flying ship. All the magnificent artillery set up everywhere on ships like fortresses are directed at Ruufa. Focused fire. A mass of divine authority is shelled and fired off, killing it to Ruufa above.

Even the sight seemed extremely slow to Ruufa.

And by the time all the shells reached where Ruufa was floating, he was breaking through the armor of the flying ship.

When we easily rubbed through the thick barrage of hundreds and thousands of turrets and reached the sight of the flying ship, it instantly bound a vast amount of atmosphere, creating a destructive force just to break down tough armor. And as it was, it caused a storm of destruction as it pushed its way through a huge wind hole in the flying ship.

Speed and destruction enough for a blast to chase after Ruufa passes through. It seemed like the God on board got in the way, but there was no way he could have stopped Ruufa as it stands.

Right now, at this moment, nothing can stop me.

Me and Sylphide Feather are invincible.

As the giant flying ship exploded oversized, he turned to his next goal. Of course, it's a flying ship. The number of wings is decreasing, but I don't care. You don't need tens of thousands of wings if you're just going to shoot down a flying ship. Thousands is enough. And that number of wings is enough for an ally flying across the airspace.

That's the true power of Sylphide Feather.

Increase your own wings only by the number of wings present in airspace and at the same time increase your strength. The greater the number of wings, the better, there is no limit to the number.

The wings that a dragon-like organism is not the only one that counts for its wings. The wings produced by the armed summoner by the summoning arm, the wings generated by magic, even the flying wings of the flying ship, are all counted as wings, if they were perceived by Silfed Feather as wings.

And that number alone increases the power of Ruufa.

That is why even God cannot stop us and can unilaterally ravage the enemy fleet.

Ravage. Ravage exactly. The enemy fleet has carried out shelling desperately to stop Ruufa, or God Himself has attacked and obstructed, but Ruufa never stopped. We followed the momentum and shot down the flying ship.

Thus all the flying ships were engulfed in flames, and when they sank into the sea, only the gods who were on board remained around Ruufa. God has ten bodies. They all have great power, but I was not anxious to say they were surrounded.

For dropping a flying ship, only for the loss of flying wings, although the number of wings is decreasing, it will be able to do so without problems enough to take off the siege nets of the gods.

but I didn't mean for Ruufa to do that.

The gods were pointing their anger at Ruufa. In other words, the gods should try to kill Ruufa first. Use the intent to kill to draw attention.

If the gods are opponents, it's hard to imagine that even just Silfed Feather can do something about it.

We have to get God killing experts to help us.

"Oh, my God... why do we have to be blinded like humans?"

"Not at all... not at all"

"I didn't know we were going to paint mud on the face of our great Lord...!

There was a grudge of the gods. Hearing many of his remarks, he narrowed his eyes chilly. The wind is roaring. The wind that blows on the battlefield is filled with anger. The spirits are making a scene in the midst of those who do not deserve this land. The more painful I know how that feels, also because I'm passing through Silfed Feather.

Only the dominant silphide feather of the atmosphere can hear the spirits living in the atmosphere and convey their emotions clearly.

"Going up in people's houses with dirt feet and raging around, what a rhetoric"

"This world belongs to our Lord."

"It is only with His Majesty's mercy that you may enjoy life"

"I don't see why that's the truth of the world"

I don't even want to know.

I told him and flew feathers all around him. The feathers, which flew away as countless bullets, were, however, exhausted but hindered by the gods. It would be a shield against divine authority.

The gods moved.

Faster than I could see it, he flew.

Above.

Even higher, even sicker, even farther.

In front, the sky is full of stars. Shadows ran in the narrows of stars shining with strange faces such as the hustle and noise on the earth. God. It may be that for God, such as spatial transfer, it is equal to children's play. but I also know that to Ruufa.

The bands of thunder that God, wrapped around a golden coat, has thrown down unconstructively, are scattered with a vortex of storms, which then respond with a host of wings against God, who has appeared on all sides. The wings, still over thousands, each exerted a different power. If one wing releases countless fireballs, the other wings shoot out chunks of ice. Certain wings attacked the gods in a wide variety of ways, such as releasing a circle of light, but the gods mocked such a ruufa.

The gods narrow the siege on Ruufa, not even by wings.

Ruufa was surrounded by gods, from front to back, from left to right, from top to bottom, and drove into a state of absolute desperation.