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

The clash is for a moment.

Setuna's attacks, which coincided with her entering into time, were inadvertently prevented.

By the defensive barrier that surrounds Lion Vishtar.

The clash between the black spear and the power of the white shield scattered a fierce spark, causing an explosion. Make sure the recoil pierces Setuna's flesh and gets bounced off to distance it.

The landing was in a flowering bed of grasshoppers.

There was only a temporal respite to rebuild the attitude because the opponent didn't attack.

"Between gimmicks...... hey"

Setuna went, glancing back at Vishtal.

"What a bad name."

"Right. I won't deny that. But I don't care about that. Didn't you?"

"Oh, yeah"

In response to Vishtal's unchanging expression, Setsuna didn't want to laugh.

"Exactly"

Vishtar stood like an unwavering strut in an altar-like place for some mystical ritual to take place. It is his ability to summon the Armed Shield of Messiah to play black spear attacks with ease. The fact that a black spear broke before that defense is still burning in my memory.

It broke my heart.

(But not now)

I can't break it anymore.

No black spear, no heart, no breaking.

I was able to affirm that there could never be a breaking of Setuna's heart without overcoming the death fight after the death fight, breaking through the dead line called the dead line, and overcoming despair.

Besides, I've had experience breaking through Shield of Messiah defense barriers before. I was bounced off earlier, but neither that nor this must be because I didn't tap into a full-body spirit, full-blown attack. It's not even fully armed. There was more to it than that.

It can be played for granted.

"I don't care what the name is between gimmicks. What matters now is the battle with you. Right, Quon. No, Lion Vishtal"

Raise the black spear and point the cut at Vishtal.

"If I can't move forward without killing you, if I can't get to the Lion God, if you're tired of standing, I won't forgive you at all."

"Just what I want."

Vishtal looked rather happy.

"That's my mission, my destiny, my destiny"

And when Vishtal put his right hand over his head, divine authority converged at the tip of his hand. Shinwei is enthusiastic, and if the enthusiasm becomes red lotus flame and burns, it converges into a single muscle and turns into a single sword. Burning flaming crimson sword, from the tip to the patterned head. The branching of the torso was also like a flame, even like a seven knife.

That's the first time he's ever shown his weapon in his hand, squeezing it.

"Come on, let's settle for a long battle between you and me."

"Long enough. Bye."

"You wouldn't, would you?

It was Vishtal who kicked the ground first. It was an indulgent event for Setuna, who had only seen him focus on defense so far, but there was nothing like a delay in reaction. Fly right and invite Vishtal to empty his head.

Vishtal's sword, which landed where Setuna stood, did cut the sky. But the emptiness was never meaningless. Because the horizontal slaughter went straight behind him, and he turned around and shot the fireballs out of his body.

Six fireballs, shot out of a branched body, draw various orbits and kill them into Setuna. Setsuna showed it by flying left to the right and dodging the fireball, but I guess that's what they were after. Before we dodged, Vistahl was waiting for us.

Crimson sword and black spear clash.

"I knew you hated me."

"It was a long time ago."

"Heh. So you say you like me now?

"Why are you running from extreme to extreme?"

Unexpectedly enthusiastic, Setuna turned to herself and kicked Vishtal's shoulder. Avoid the flames that erupted from Vishtal's sword by kicking it and at the same time flying away himself.

A sword that symbolizes a flame is, in fact, a sword capable of producing a flame, and ranges, regardless, are also a favorite.

The human age is unthinkably aggressive from him who never laid a hand, but if he's going to kill Setuna, maybe it's natural.

"It's just that hating has become normal"

"Well... well, I'm glad to hear that"

"Are you happy?"

"Of course."

Vistahl, when he got off the ground, reassembled the blade of flames.

The mystical realm, filled with white flowers: during the Sacrificial Sacred, was no longer turned into a fiery battlefield. I guess the fireball Setuna avoided inflamed the grass flowers. But neither of us tried to stop the flames from spreading.

"You and I, we wanted to share, we wanted to share."

"I can't do this anymore."

Setuna pointed a black spear cut at Vishtal along with asserting from the air. Shooting out is the runoff of destruction. “Destruction rays".

"Unless you're the enemy."

"Oh. That's why I'm sorry."

Seeing Vishtal push through the devastating stream of light, Setsuna had no choice but to flash. The Shield of Messiah defensive barrier was extremely robust and seemed frightening to the extent of the current "rays of destruction”.

The sight of the “rays of destruction" that were supposed to have swallowed Vishtar dispersed and splashed around Vishtar without a direct hit was a crimp.

And Vishtal, who has poked through the "rays of destruction," sticks his blade of flame, as it continues to gain momentum.

"I have to kill you."

"You're the one who's gonna die, Vista."

It's hard and spells quickly. No need for a surgical formula, a word.

"Armed Summoning"

At that moment, an explosive light emerged from Setuna's entire body, which became a glare at her opponent. And that moment's liking works in Setuna's favor. Activate the abilities of the summoned Rod of Envy at the same time. A giant dark hand stretched from the tip of the wand squeezed Vishtar every defensive barrier, throwing it with force.

Setuna's such attack must have been an unexpected action for Vishtal.

But Vistahl, being thrown away, didn't show one upset. On the contrary, when he calmly identified the situation, he freed up divine authority and showed it. The immense diffusion of divine authority envelops Vishtar in a bright light, from its back to the emergence of three to six wings.

Wings knitted by divine authority were wings of divine light, reminiscent of Gloria-Ourelia's Mayr Kelvim.

"Feather of Raphael"

Vishtal has stared at this one as he flipped the wings of light and showed them still in the air.

"This is probably... no, I'm sure it's a force against you"

He's going to try to talk.

"To you and the black spear, to their families."

The complex emotions contained in its straightening were incomprehensible to Setsuna, but there was only one thing I could understand.

"To the Demon King."

He is an enemy to be killed.

A black spear had unleashed an unprecedented hostility.