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

Esq took a hand in dodging against the rain showers and a host of falling rays.

countless rays that seemed to have exuded bullshit, but the truth is, they weren't. Rather, it was a prediction of Esq's evasive behavior, and he was, for the first time in Ourariel's growth, a tongue-wrapping thought. I'll try to take it with Swordcaine's plate of light as I fire out the diffuse void cannon.

Then, the rays that struck the plate of light followed and exploded. An explosion at the root of a plate of light injures the wrist and arm, causing pain to run. Fortunately, I was relieved because my wrist wasn't damaged enough to blow up.

By making the plate of light even more massive and swinging, the light rains. There's nothing wrong with the explosion, if you don't get the light near the pattern.

Fighting strong enemies.

That was nothing more than joy.

It was the greatest joy for Esq, and it was not too much to say that he had lived for it alone, and, in fact, he had run through it that way.

Only fighting, I didn't.

The only time I could get a raw sense of nothing was when I saw him as an enemy on the battlefield, crossed a blade, and shot him.

Outside the battlefield, it's like a shell, and it's something that was often made fun of and laughed at.

Such a rebirth of myself would be due to the fact that I met Langrid, the leader of the Sidonian mercenary regiment, and was picked up by him, and then I would have gone through a variety of experiences and met the Setunas greatly.

That's why the essence can't change either.

Blood all over the body, life pounding through the flesh, a moving soul, seeking a struggle.

He wants moments of intense, burning battlefields, fighting with all his spirit.

That's it now.

Esq felt threatened by the appearance of Ourariel, who had turned into an angel wrapped in armor. Until now, Ourariel is fundamentally different. It's not just the way it looks. The overwhelming presence would be the exposition of the immense power he encloses, and it was not comparable to the power or until then Ourariel.

That should be it, too.

O'Larriel has so far resorted to split-reliant tactics. Tens of millions of identities were not the enemies of Esq, although that alone was well worth the threat. But the battle between those identities and escs would have been a great food for Ourariel, an irreplaceable experience and a result of boosting growth.

Therefore, O'Larriel became one and only as he is now.

You don't have to try to understand that the strength of the flesh, the strength of the armor, is far more robust than the separation.

That's why Esq, let's... Rage. Rage. Like expressing joy from the bottom of my heart.

Finally, the rays stopped raining.

Or so I thought, Ourariel was pointing the tip of his wand this way, and countless light blades stretched out of disc-shaped ornaments seemed to scratch the void. Then a pattern of light emerges in the air. It is still like a demon square, and you see moments when a bright light overflows from the demon square.

Esq watched as he shot a void cannon toward his feet as he jumped away, accelerating with recoil, so that a single ray of light shot off by the demon squares would break his sight and pierce the earth. After a few seconds, as light leaks out of the great hole that penetrates the earth, the ground bulges wide.

And there was an oversized explosion.

The big explosion was far more powerful and vicious than the suicide bombing of the splinter, and the escu, which should have jumped away, was also swallowed up by the blast and had to be blown away.

"Whoa, whoa!

I tried to randomly fire a void cannon forward, screaming unconsciously, to offset the blast, but that worked.

Because there was something pushing me right through the middle of the flash and blast.

It's O'Larriel.

In the midst of an extra-large explosion, the heat and shock came through to ignore everything, nothing but to poke the gap in the esc, but then as a result of a no-thinking action, he was directly hit by a void cannon. Most of all, the tough flesh and armor of the angels are poor quality because they are only to the extent that they were somewhat stopped where they ate the direct strike of the void cannon.

Nevertheless, only a few of those stoppages gave Esq time to respond, so I don't want to thank him.

"It's flashy to do it, man!

"This is the only way to kill Lord Sword Demon."

"No, you're highly regarded!

"Please call me my master!

If he slammed Swordcaine's giant plate of light on Ourariel, who had penetrated him at super high speed, the opponent stretched out his elastic blade of light and tangled the plate of light to show it. The light blade of the wand extends from both ends. The other light blade, which is empty, has stretched towards the esc. Esq fired a void cannon at Oulariel's head.

When the intense shockwave concentrated on Oulariel's head and struck him directly, an awesome clash sounded and the angel's head shook.

A third void cannon, usually after a void cannon, a diffuse void cannon.

Named the convergent void cannon, it concentrates the shock waves generated by the void cannon at the point of landing, and the destructive power far outweighs the other void cannons.

However, even such convergent void cannons were only to the extent of lightly receding Ourariel's helmet, and did not stop the angel's attacking hand.

A dozen light blades arrive at the esc.

When Esq vanished the plate of light from Swordcaine, he immediately produced a light blade, continuously cutting back a dozen thinning light blades to show.

"Master of lions, haha!

"I, the absentee lion, could only gain the strength to stand side by side with the people. That and this, Lord Sword Demon. Thanks to you."

"I want you to show me how grateful you are!

"So here's what I'm doing!

I thought O'Larriel had stepped in, spinning the wand. Esq had to do everything in his power to deal with them, because it was something that would strike at both ends of the light blade as disturbing. There's only one enemy. Even so, there is a sense of oppression like being besieged by tens of millions of large armies. That's all the onslaught. So many consecutive attacks.

Numerous attacks without intermittent hair were initially extremely naive. It was only an attack of power by an amateur who had never held a sword. But Ourariel's growthfulness was enough to quickly reinvent amateur swordsmanship into a one-man swordsman, whose accelerated growth did not know where to stay.

Esq ecstatically whenever the attack by the light blade became sharp, crafty, and freakishly prone. And Esq himself, he realizes he's exercising unprecedented power. Shift the blade of light that kills from all around, in all directions, and at all angles with a single piece of paper, or whisk, reciprocate, and bounce back, knocking the counterattack into the opponent's attack that adds even more sharpness.

The senses are sharpened and the consciousness is sharpened.

Place of death.

If you make a mistake, if you fail one procedure, if you lose discernment, you lose your life at that moment.

Such a feeling gives Esq an unprecedented sense of tension and dawn.

And that was what Esq wanted on the battlefield.

"Delightful! Really delightful!"

"If that's what you thought, more importantly."

O'Larriel also took a ride, more and more, because it is something that conveys that he is enjoying this battle in the heart.

O'Larriel's attack increases his harshness.

It was no longer just an attack by a light blade, but when we started to exchange light bullets, it was no longer only good as a storm.

Still, Esq doesn't die.