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

"What the heck...!?

It was also natural for Bain, who tried to shake his fist up, to freeze in dismay.

It happened in front of the Ozfelds because it was nothing but an argument.

The dark fluids that penetrate the heads and abdomens of multiple apostles are in the void and gruesome. That looks like tentacles, though. Tentacles stretched out by alien monsters to prey. The apostles, pierced by it, turned their gaze to the source of the tentacles, saying something as if they were saying something.

Different story, but, what is this, because, as far as the Apostles' appearance of an extremely human reaction was concerned, it also seemed to have been an unexpected event for the Apostles.

"You think we're fighting each other...?

"What does that mean?

"Well..."

If this was enemy tactics, it was completely incomprehensible.

We went into unexpected space due to a sudden phenomenon of space transfer. Ozfeld was wary that the enemy was expected to be ambushed and that it would also use siege tactics with overwhelming force.

But because the sight unfolded of the apostles waiting to be taken in by the darkness of the tentacles, stunned by the attack from behind, he became as if he did not understand the enemy's thoughts.

I understood that Nair Gandhia was one of those people who didn't even think of the sacrifice of his allies as a sacrifice, and he had been briefed on a variety of occasions, but no way can you imagine sacrificing an important force, the Apostle, without even sparing it.

Nor is it causing damage to the enemy at the expense of the Apostle.

Tentacles are just attacking the Apostle.

"It looks more like a one-sided attack than a peer fight..."

"Besides, it's like those tentacles, like they're taking in an apostle? I wonder what that means..."

"I guess you make the power of the Apostle your own"

In earlier battles, as well as in the battle of the Path of Light, the fact that multiple divine soldiers have merged and undergone transformation into one powerful individual has been confirmed. I don't know about the Apostle, but God, the source of the Apostolic Power, also says that one can gain mighty power.

Then it is no wonder that there were beings who took in the Apostle and made his power ours.

Not surprisingly, though.

"But what does it mean, if it's not the source of the agreement, that there's no indication that such an order has been made?

In Ozfeld's eyes it seemed that the Apostle was running away from the tentacles of darkness.

But the dark fluids eventually surround the Apostle no matter how quickly he moves, losing his escape, because every time he absorbs the Apostle he becomes immense and divides innumerably. And at the moment when even part of his body is touched by the tentacles of darkness, the Apostle shouts out as if he had gone mad and is sucked into the dark fluids.

Where dozens or hundreds of apostles could be flattened in no time, the Ozfelds, too, were aware of what it looked like.

"Is that... the monster that ate the Apostle"

"I don't think you're the Emperor."

"Oh, no"

Ozfeld, affirming Sid's opinion, stared strongly at the monster.

"Not God"

It was the Mivula God who borrowed Ozfeld's mouth to speak. The Mibula God and Ozfeld were perfectly in tune, and through Ozfeld's eyes the Mibula God also saw the monster.

In short, it was darkness.

The darkness of the black bottomless barely holds the shape of one, even so. He has a head, a neck, and his arms are long and his fingertips are on the floor. My face is not clearly visible because I have my head dripping over my back rounded. I also have proper legs, but because they are bent, I am not sure how long my back is.

It seemed like the whole body was made of darkness itself, and since that darkness was constantly moving fluidly, it seemed to be a fluid. In fact, I have a body that is only good for fluids.

However, it was unexpected that he looked terribly like a human being.

It would be impossible to imagine what it is like from a tentacle eating an apostle. Not to mention the tentacles that were inflated and transformed every time they devoured the Apostle, no longer found any shadows or shapes.

It seemed hidden somewhere in the dark human form.

"Tell the whole army. Get out of here now."

Ozfeld was surprised by the command of the Mibula God emanating from his mouth, but at the same time convinced. Mibula, God's memory is pouring in.

That's when.

The Dark Man lifted his face.

Faces don't look alike to humans. No eyes, no nose, no mouth, no irregularities. Speaking of which, I had no ears, and no hair whatsoever. I don't have the hair itself. On the face of such flowing darkness alone, there was only one thing, different from other parts. There were instantly multiple star-like light points in the night sky, which were moving in line with the flow of darkness.

I felt my gaze.

"All units, retreat! Retreat!"

Ozfeld jumped away screaming with a sense of crisis, but momentarily he felt a severe pain in his left arm he put up to shelter his face. If you look, your tentacles are piercing your wrists. The absorption starts instantly, but by then, he's chopping off his left forearm.

Only the left forearm is taken in by the tentacles.

Ozfeld instantly restored the rescue force upon instant convergence on the cutting surface of his left arm. It's true. Harder than the human body, yet easier to repair.

"Captain!?

"What the hell do you mean retreat!?

"Retreat is retreat! Don't fight him!

When Ozfeld roughed up his voice, just Bain seemed stunned, too.

"Don't fight!?

"What do you mean!?

"Commander, I command you! I'm retreating now!

The knights responded in unison if Luveris also gave strict orders in tone. But.

"You said you were withdrawing..."

Bain has gone in an irresistible tone.

"I don't know where this is in the fortress and how we can get out of it. Well, there's nothing we can do about it, is there?

"Bain is right, My Lord Commander. There's no entrance or exit in this hall."

"You just have to destroy the wall. Whatever you do, make your way out! I'll make the time!

Shouting early, Ozfeld saw the tentacles of darkness alter their orbit far overhead. The objectives have not changed. It stays Ozfeld.

I know why.

Because it has the greatest power.

Power is nothing but nourishment for that.

Flying forward at the speed of the light, Ozfeld deflected his impending tentacles at a steep angle, jumping even further. At the moment, there's no reason to lose at speed.

But he knew it meant nothing because he won at speed, and anyway, I just had to hope that all of his men would withdraw from the scene.

Otherwise, I don't know when or how to change the target on a whim.

The principle is to target the most nourished opponent for predation, but as he ate up the apostles who were around him before Ozfeld, he sometimes preyed from those who were close in distance, and he didn't have to cause whims.

And when he suddenly saw his whimsical tentacles flying towards the knight as he was preparing to retreat, he burst in, slashing him with a sword of light.