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

"You can't die here, I'm the same!

To reinforce his tone, O'Larriel turned his left hand toward us. If you look at the light gathering in his palm, you'll see what he's trying to do.

"A void cannon!

Scream, Esq also, raise your left arm. If you fired a convergent void cannon while bouncing back the disturbing enemy's light blade with Swordcaine's infinite light blade, Ourariel's left hand also emitted light. Blinking light clashes with a shockwave of point concentration, causing an explosion of awesome force.

"You're imitating me from nothing!

Esq distanced himself from Ourariel by being purposefully blown away by a blast. It was pushed unilaterally by Ourariel. I needed to re-divide it.

Nevertheless, just because you've taken a distance, doesn't mean this one can create a favorable situation, which is not going to be so easy.

I know that, too, Esq.

O'Larriel's appearance had disappeared from sight.

"It's just in keeping with the teacher's teachings, my Lord Sword Demon."

The voice is behind it.

Esq turned himself in the air as he flew forward in recoil as he fired a void cannon into his rear hand without watermark.

"Well, then I respect my master like a disciple."

"I respect you, of course."

Oulariel, who had gone about as normal, had formed a wall of light at the tip of his raised left hand. I guess I took a void cannon on that wall of light and rendered it powerless. He was intact. The dent in the helmet is already back to normal. We must not underestimate the lion's ability to regenerate.

There's no other way to kill a lion than to find and destroy a nuke.

To do this, it was necessary to damage the lion's flesh, but unlike the fragile stature, Esq was not sure whether it could cause fatal damage to the now tough extreme Ourariel.

Swordcaine's blade of light can be easily torn apart and destroyed by an allied soldier. They have been scattered and destroyed so far. But when they become lions, what do you think?

"So you have to think it's impudent as a disciple to lose confidence that way!

Now that O'Larriel was going to scold me, he came in with a tremendous momentum. Stuff the intermission exactly like a glimpse of wind and swirl the wand of your right hand. Continuous attack with light blades at both ends. Esq responded by swinging Swordcaine, but was overwhelmed before O'Larriel's maneuver.

Ourariel's growth rate was not just far above Esq's imagination. The lion's physical abilities are added to it, making it unimaginable.

"You mean something that relies on the power of a lion!

"That would be mutual!

"What!

"I wonder if you, too, ask for the flesh of the Spirit!

The sword flashes run countless times and sharp pain runs through your whole body. And heat. Blood must have erupted. He seemed to have been mutilated everywhere in his body.

"So here's what happens"

"Not yet! Mama-"

"No, it's over."

O'Larriel's. That must have been a death sentence.

My eyes behind my helmet were staring at me chilly.

"It's over."

Esq shook up in severe pain, his right arm nicely cut off his wrist and danced through the universe. Blood overflowing from the wrist splashes in the hollow, and blades of light arc. The sight, Esq, was seen in the sensation of being dimensioned without breaking his whole body. The rain that falls from the dark sky washes away the blood, the sweat, everything. All that doesn't matter is past the back of my brain.

A light blade is dancing and dancing in a world that is falling apart.

As I tell this battlefield of Ourariel's victory.

"Master. My great master, who has given me the strength to fight, the skill to fight. Thy name shall be remembered for the eternity of the future."

O'Larriel put his cane over his head. Radially stretched blades of light converge, becoming a single sword of light. That was divine, and Esq felt like he was watching even a miracle.

Not yet, not dead.

Alive.

I have breath.

They say the torso is dimensioned and all parts are scattered and rolled to the ground.

When he realized that fact, Esq realized that he was no longer just a human being.

And understand.

(Oh, right. You did)

In a corner of my vision, I saw my legs.

It emitted phosphorescence, which did not seem to belong to the world, but was of a familiar size and shape. I know. It's a well-known man's leg. of a man who should have departed from the world and passed away into the afterlife.

(I've always known. I knew it)

Esq didn't want to laugh bitterly, as the bearded man looked down at this one and was making a tannic surface. Dorin-Nog. The man who was captain of the Sydney Mercenaries XII was the same hairy twinkle.

Next to it, another, standing.

(Yet I pretended not to know. I was pretending not to see it)

A woman. A beautiful woman with a troubled, yet gentle look. Remil-Folk Ray. He was a member of the Sydney Mercenary Corps, the first woman I ever loved since Esq was born. The sleigh is always soft and clear.

(Because you didn't admit it, there's no way a dead person could come back to life.)

Esq looked at the two of them emitting phosphorescent light. There is no rain. On the contrary, it's not even down. It's stopped. The flow of clouds, the sound of wind, the rain, even the movement of Ourariel, has stopped.

Time stands still.

(... Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry)

Esq just apologized from the bottom of his heart. I didn't have to.

(You've been on my side, haven't you? Next to me. Behind my back. All the time, all the time...)

Remill, Doreen, nothing. I'm just staring at Esq and smiling. That's all. But I'm glad. That's all I'm glad about.

You were protecting me.

Esq understood everything.

This flesh is not dead.

The flesh of Esq, where the Spirit dwells, and where the will of Remill and Dorin dwells, does not die to the extent that it is chopped. That is no longer human flesh, or perhaps beyond the realm of living beings, but that did not matter to Esq right now.

The important thing is to be alive.

I heard rain.

A miracle sword comes down.

Straight, to sever Esq's head and then destroy his heart.

But earlier than that, there was something coming down.

It's Esq's right hand.

It pierced Esq's chest while holding Swordcaine and generating a light blade.

"Mm...?

It would also be an inexorable story that O'Larriel stopped his hand.

With Esq's hand, he didn't even seem to have lost his life. Even if it was accidental, it was an unusual sight and there was no way for him to stop moving.

Even if that was just a flash of events, that flash was what Esq needed.

"I'm sorry, my apprentice."

"Oh my...!?

Esq laughed at O'Larriel as he slowly rose his flesh, which remained scattered.

The grin is that it was always more vicious without looking in the mirror.