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

(Known)

Eryl Alum continuously exploded countless feathers that had been scattered with the flames emitted by all wings. An explosion so close to the extreme that it involves itself serves as a kind of barrier to inhibit the approach of the flying sword. But naturally, it also damaged Eryl Alum's flesh, and at the same time accelerated her even further.

I didn't feel any pain.

Maybe it's because you already feel more pain inside your whole body than an explosion.

The acceleration caused by the explosion further reduced the distance between Eryl Alum and Idelvain, causing the burning tip of the Soul of Bird to pierce the lion's throat. Excellent handling. He breaks through the tough flesh of the lion and burns the wound itself with the flame of the Soul of Bird.

But that's not the only way to settle it.

The other guy is a lion.

"After all, you are wonderful not to be afraid of hurting yourself"

While erupting flames and divine authority from the wound on his throat, nevertheless, there was no change in Idelvain's spare-filled attitude. That would be so. They didn't even hurt the nuke. Still, there is no change in the lion's advantage.

So Eryl Alum flashes the spear and cleaves the lion's flesh as it is. “Nucleus” should be somewhere in the body. If you cut off Idelvain's body in a thousand pieces, you're bound to find it.

My body is burning.

Both the body of the lion and the flesh of the Eryl alum are burned by the flames of the Red Lotus and want to burn.

If it burns out, that's it.

Eryl Alum's life count is exhausted, and this battle will end with Idelvain's victory.

Therefore, Eryl Alm cleaves the lion's tough, sturdy flesh with the power of his whole body. First, show it in two lengthwise pieces.

I was able to cleave it easily because I was freeing up all my Soul of Bird abilities. Flesh, armor, whatever.

Then, what do you think?

Eryl Alum saw silver lit by a scorching flame.

Countless blades of silver.

It, when brilliant in Idelvain's body, collapsed the lion's flesh without leaving any original form at the next moment. It becomes countless silver lights and splashes, some of which pierce the body of Eryl Alum.

"But just repeating the same thing won't beat me"

"Same thing?

In response to Idelvain, who had told him from nowhere, Eryl Alum said back as he circled his gaze.

"You're not."

The sight of countless flying swords scattered from the lion's flesh gathering at one point in the air to build Idelvain's flesh again would only be described as hopeless.

If normal.

But Eryl Alum saw a winning chance there.

He laid eyes on one of the countless flying swords that built Idelvain's flesh. It's not that the shape is different, there's nothing special, nothing to mark, but one of them was the first one to reconstruct Idelvain's flesh.

Perhaps one of them is Idelvain's “nucleus”.

That's how it breaks.

And if I knew that, there was only one thing Eryl Alum could do.

"What's different?

"Nothing, maybe."

Tell her, she flew again.

From the first feather strike to the maximum speed, we will pack an intermission with Idelvain.

I guess Idelvain also thought that we couldn't just repeat the same thing earlier. It seemed like he had deployed the flying sword to his front as a barrier, as well as thrown all the remaining flying swords at the interception of Eryl Alm.

Move forward as you do your utmost to send, bounce back, and blow away the many flying swords that follow and loom from all directions.

Standing is a barrier by countless flying swords.

Eryl Alum tried to overcome the barrier as it rose at a steep angle. Rise to heaven, surrounded by explosive flames.

At that time, the silver light filled my vision.

To Eryl Alm, for a moment, I didn't know what had happened. Speaking of figuring it out, it meant that a flying sword was piercing all over his body, and the perception of that fact was delayed because of the pain of the flames burning all over his body.

The truth is, what happened?

Eryl Alum only moved her neck and served to grasp the current situation in a situation where she could no longer take one physical movement.

The limbs do not move at all because they are pierced by silver blades all over the body. Speaking of where those countless blades are stretching from, it's a barrier. A number of flying swords constructing the barrier were spreading countless blades, as if they were full of flowers.

Every flying sword.

Mad blooming silver flowers.

Those petals penetrate the entire body of the Eryl alum and devour it so much that they can't take one of their movements. There was no armor, no clothes, my skin ripped, my muscles torn, my guts filled with holes.

It was no longer so miserable that it was strange to be alive.

But I won't die.

I can't die.

You can't die, you can't.

"In the end, nothing changed"

The voice, overhead, was heard.

"You only repeated reckless assaults, and even if you could reach me, you did not destroy me"

If I looked up, I scaffolded the flower petals of the flying sword and Idelvain was looking down at me. There was some voidness in the sleaze.

"This is destiny"

(Destiny…)

I tried to crush him to rebel, but I couldn't. The taste of iron spreading through your mouth is the taste of blood burning down your throat. It's not just the throat that's burning.

My whole body is burned by the flames of the Red Lotus.

(Destiny……)

Something passed behind her brain as everything burned and ran out.

"-Alm."

What a nostalgic voice.

Not where it sounds familiar. A voice that is carved into memory and can be immediately remembered. Father's voice.

"Eryl Alm"

It is probably because of my mind that that voice, always full of majesty as a king, always sounds more and more shaken by anxiety and worry.

Because this voice must be heard because you are dying.

My father, he's dead.

There was no way his king's father could not die more than Ethoshea was destroyed by the final war.

No, in the first place. Assuming he had managed to survive, the voice could not have reached Eryl Alum, who is now in an isolated space.

"It's Eryl Alm. My daughter. Do you hear me? '

It was like calling on someone who was on the far side, that's the way to put it.

'I don't know why you're fighting such a thing, though. There are no enemies, so maybe they are fighting for something. But that doesn't mean you don't support that. Because she is my darling daughter.'

(Father...)

Eryl Alum shook her head in her chest, with the illusion that the voice, which was supposed to be an illusion, was now spinning at this moment. There's no way that's happening.

But.

'That's right. You're my proud sister. Whoever it is, I'm here for you. Do your best. "

(Brother...?

The audible hallucinations of my brother's voice, which I heard later, also had exactly the same calories that were being emitted.

'Don't die. Tell your father he won't die until he sees his grandson. "

"My grandson hopes so."

"Ha ha, that won't be necessary. Promise."

(What do you mean...?

The conversation between my father and my brother sounded as if it belonged to a living person. It is the voice and conversation of those who live and believe in tomorrow with all their might.

Very, I didn't think of it as an audible hallucination at death.

What about my grandson?

So what is it?