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

The figure of Vishtal, who shines red, is still like an angel of fire.

Probably because his whole body, which should have been close to the white monochrome, is glowing red. The hair, the skin, the armor, the feather of Raphael, even the shield of Messiah. Everything shines like the flame of the Red Lotus itself, implying that it was the little sun itself that he released earlier.

In other words, the little sun Vistahl was creating earlier was himself, and that's probably why he felt so mighty there, and sensed so much power that he was breached the Mail-of-Doer defensive barrier. It has advanced with the power of all the spirits, that is why.

On the other hand, who was Vishtal, who formed the small sun and was having a storm of light, was a fake replaced with the real one during the small sun generation, which must have been a trap to lure Setuna into.

And I guess both my own small solarization and the fake that blows up is the ability of the Flaming Sword.

Like Feather of Raphael, I wonder what the name is, but I didn't care about that.

What matters is knowing what the other person is capable of, and how to deal with that ability.

What's more, the red shining Vishtar exudes more divine authority than the white Vishtar, and it can be seen that he dramatically improved his power by small-solidarization and taking in the small sun.

"Right. I won't deny it."

Stronger, fire ignites at the tip of all seven swords that emit red light.

"I had to live with my purpose at all costs to fulfill my grief. Even if you admire me and sacrifice all my companions and brethren who gathered for me, I couldn't have been hurt and killed myself."

The shield fixed on Vishtal's left arm glows pale. A pure white shield depicting a true circle. Shield of Messiah, synonymous with his human age and the symbol of a group of mercenaries he was leading, it is a summoning armed known as the Shield of Absolute Invincibility.

"I've been chosen."

"To the Shield of Messiah..."

"That's right. Just like you were chosen by Chaos Bringer."

Vishtal saw this one. As his whole body glowed red, only his eyes insisted on an unusual presence that was bitter and clear.

"Invincible shield and strongest spear. The power of both poles, as Azmaria calls it. Isn't it natural to find a mission there more than just being chosen as a being with the power to change the world?

"Oh, yeah"

Setsuna glanced at her right hand. Right hand with black spear firmly squeezed. Black, disastrous, destructively shaped spears are all ripped apart by hostility towards Vishtal. Controlling that passion is not a difficult thing in itself.

He has always suppressed his hostility to the Black Spear gods. I'm used to it.

"Maybe so. I'm not denying it."

Neither do I. Setuna doesn't even think about it.

It is no exaggeration to say that Setuna's life was opened when she called out the strongest and worst summoning weapon: the Black Spear. If what I called in at that time was another subpoena armed, Azmaria would not have welcomed it either, and it is likely that she would have lost her life in the burning Karan.

Everything was just the result of the overwhelming power of the black spear, and it was not thought that it would make any sense to have acquired that immense power.

However, by belonging to Gandhia early on and pledging allegiance to Leongando, I no longer have time or reason to think about the mission of what has power.

In the end, I had time to think about the power I had in my hands, about why I was chosen as a user by black spears, since I lost everything.

It was no exaggeration to say that at the bottom of Hell, where I could not protect what was to be protected, was taken, lost, trampled, broken my heart, and reached, I was finally thought of myself and Chaos Bringer.

And there is now.

"So here I am"

Setuna feathered the wings of darkness as well as flying the black spear. A magical scaly powder is covered in a wound called a wound all over the body, relieving the pain. It's not curative. It's just that I blocked the wound from the top, first aid.

"That's right. That's right."

Vistahl smiled somewhere happy.

"So you and I have to make a showdown here. between those chosen for the existence of both poles"

"I really have to settle for something."

"That would have been something I knew from the beginning. Or are you that one? Are you going to break my shield then and pay off with one arrow?

The provocative remarks were those of Vistahl and others, but that is why Setuna, kicked in the void. That would mean in Lyohan. An unexpected reunion in a changed world. The spear thrown by Setuna destroyed its absolutely invincible guardian area without being broken by a shield.

I'm sure that could have lowered the hoarding somewhat, but naturally I didn't think Vistahl was developing a protective area at all costs.

"Joke!"

If he cried out, and was slain with a black spear, Vishtar shielded him. Chaos Blinger clashed into the guardian realm instantly deployed by Shield of Messiah, and black and disastrous magic could play with explosive momentum. A tremendous recoil passes to the right hand. When he realized that he could not cleave with his present strength, Setuna raised his left hand. Rod of Envy on your left. The darkness overflowing from the mouth of the cuckoo forms a huge hand, squeezing Vishtar into each guardian area.

"But thanks to you for breaking my heart back then, my heart has grown hundreds of times stronger and come back to life!

If you throw every guardian area, Vistahl immediately solved the guardian area. Stationary in the air, spreading wings. Countless feathers were fired from three to six wings. Bullets of red shining feathers.

"Hundreds of times? Keep falling for the Demon King."

"I'm not falling!

"... well, sure"

There is no shaking in Vishtal's attitude at its center as the flaming feather bullet draws a spiral.

"Good. Really."

"What the hell!

"You're the one who's left behind."

"That's disgusting!

"Can I be honest with you?

"Ha."

As he joked, Setsuna had no words to give back to Vishtal, who was firing a flaming feather bullet indefinitely.

Most importantly, it is not difficult in itself to escape the countless feather bullets that suddenly arrive. By assimilating with Edge of Thurst, the speed of the Mail of Dotter is increasing. If I just kept dodging, I wouldn't have had any problems.

(If you just keep avoiding it)

But even Setsuna knows there's no point in that.

Because there's no other way than to kill Vishtal than this.

"By the way, Setuna. Are you going to fight me? Are you going to fight and win? In that condition. in such a half-form. Your power won't be like that yet."

Vishtar is going to stir it up.

"You don't think you can shoot me without doing everything you can, do you?

Setuna herself, I have to admit.

Fighting him with the sword of flame and himself as the incarnation of the burning Red Lotus Flame is nothing but a bad hand.