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

He was gentler than anyone else and one good boy at the bottom.

I knew too well why everyone was holding onto it as if it were the sun, and I guess that's why it was unacceptable to Setuna at the time.

He was a child who could only see things in his own right and could only receive them, and more importantly, in such spirituality, as he was hostile to himself and everything but his mother, there was no way he could look directly at him.

If you look directly, you could burn your eyes out too much of that glare.

Even though I didn't think of it that way, I must not have tried to look at him directly because I felt that way somewhere.

Right now, I don't know if I'm able to look directly at him that has changed this way because he has changed, or because Setuna has been able to get over the existence of him.

At the very least, I could say that some of my preoccupation with Quon was dissolved in a joint struggle a few years ago, and as I learned the truth about the actions Quon took during the final war, I abandoned my prejudice against him.

I risked my life trying to protect this world.

Worthy of respect.

I wondered what was the only reason why he ended up with the Apostle of the Lion God and stood in front of him as a changed figure, and in fact it was.

But now, three times, after confronting each other like this, Setsuna has to be disappointed, too, when she doesn't even show how she can respond to the discussion.

It wasn't something Setuna found out about, like his swinging theory of fate, and it doesn't matter. The important thing is the overthrow of the Lion God Emperor, and we want to leave a little power behind to do so.

I mean, if we can resolve this situation by discussing it, we've never been over it, but as far as Vistahl was concerned, that possibility didn't seem to leave any fine dust.

What the hell are you talking about?

Did you see how Setsuna reacted when Vishtal gave her such a good look?

"Here, me and you. What?"

"For example, help me."

"... help you?

"To the defeat of the Lion God, yes. Even then, look, you saved me."

"Things were different then. Anything."

Along with kicking Setuna's remarks, he put a sword over his head.

"Besides, Setsuna."

A flame erupting from the branched body of a red sword burns over his head and swells as if the neck of a red dragon were innumerably intertwined. And as I shaped myself into a sphere, all I could do was, it was like a little sun.

I can't go back.

As Vishtal waved the red sword down towards us, the little sun moved at the same time. Of course, on your way to Setuna.

"Is...?

"I can't go back."

"What the..."

I couldn't ask if you wanted to. Because I didn't have time to ask, and I was blown away. The winding stream of light is still a storm of light. For Setuna, who wrapped around defensive barriers, it was just an attack to be blown away, but I guess that was enough for Vishtal.

(CHUCKLES!

Setuna, as well as being knocked to the ground, was unable to move as if she had been sewn on the spot. The storm of light, which would have been by Feather of Raphael, continues to blow. And from overhead, the small sun kept accelerating.

If we don't break the wind restraint, we'll get a direct hit from the small sun. Vishtar just keeps rolling out, trying to get him to hit me straight. There is no question about the power of the small sun. It must break down defensive barriers and burn down Setuna's flesh.

If so, we have to remove this situation at all costs, but the restraint caused by the storm of light is extremely powerful, pushed into the ground by every defensive barrier, and we can't take one physical movement. If so, it would mean that the defensive barrier would have to be lifted, but then another problem would emerge.

If you remove the defensive barrier, you will be exposed to defenselessness.

Though wearing “Dragon Garden” prepared protective gear and wrapping a mail-of-doer around it, Setsuna is human. It's a human body. I don't have to imagine what would happen if I exposed myself to wind pressure enough to contain it from above the defensive barrier.

Except for the part protected by the Mail of Dotter, it was instantly damaged, took a deep hand, and in some cases it was contracted to be fatal.

(because)

Setsuna stared at the small sun. The crimson fireball is packing its distance suddenly with a radiant glow, just like a fierce sun burning above the midsummer sky. There's only a few hours left to think about it.

(Better stop betting on taking that one)

So what do we do?

Setuna tore her left thigh extremely shallow at the tip as she rotated the spear on her right hand. Seeing the landscape deep in the blood spilled with sharp pain activates the ability of the black spear. Spatial metastasis with blood as a catalyst. For a moment, every sensation was cut off, but they instantly came back to normal. That's not all. Body freedom had shown that he had removed restraint due to a storm of light.

And because he was capturing Vishtal's back in front of him, Setsuna, was heartily pleased.

There was no hesitation in jumping on an unprotected, extreme back full of gaps. Anyway, Vishtal focused on Feather of Raphael and the control of the Flaming Sword, because he hadn't even noticed this one. Well, that's a flash, too. If this one scratches out, you can't possibly not understand.

As Setuna fleshed behind Vishtal, he looked back at this one. The only response to that strangely mild smile was discomfort. There's too much room. Setuna, however, did not imitate such a thing as to stop the hand of attack. Slash Vishtar with a black spear. Lightly.

The light sensation was also the response itself.

(What?

He admitted that his whole body would grow gross due to his lack of response as if he had even cut tofu.

Coming from countless combat experiences, unconscious warnings.

The cuts I put on Vishtal's body, I could see sparks scattered through those cuts.

(spark...... no way!?

It was the moment Setsuna flew away from the scene aggressively.

When I wondered if Vishtal's wound had overflowed with sudden flames of blast, a blast to the point of awesomeness struck Setuna. The blast struck me directly because I had to remove the defensive barrier to slash Vishtar, and in a tremendous flurry of heat and flames, I felt like my whole body was burning. There is also severe pain.

But more troublesome than anything, Vistahl would have been waiting for him before he was blown away by a blast, and his blazing sword would have stuck him on Setuna's left shoulder. A feverish corpse burns the wound and his left shoulder screams. Setsuna herself, I just wanted to scream.

"Spatial metastasis due to self-injury. That's not very impressive. I need to take care of myself more."

"That's not what those who care too much about themselves say......!

Setuna grabbed the blazing sword with a "dark stroke” and pulled it forcefully from her left shoulder, she immediately turned to Vishtal.

Vishtal was burning red.

It's like a little sun.