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

"Looks like you're all set."

See how this one goes, I guess.

I've been staring at Urk with the attitude that Miztris just couldn't wait. From the appearance of a lion with both arms who finished inflating and deforming, I can't feel things like chronic mind or leeway.

It's like there's no gap.

If I showed that overwhelming difference in power, it wouldn't be strange where I was somewhat chronic, but Miztris didn't look like that in any way. Instead, you look like you're pulling yourself together.

"Yes, thank you for waiting"

"I hope it's worth the wait... the pseudo-destitute body and the power of doing it, let me try it!

Miztriz kicked the ground. Although that foot looks extremely small compared to both arms, the leg strength was not normal, and the speed produced from that leg strength can only be described as tremendous.

In an instant, he packs an intermission, and receives and tells the momentum with an instantly raised right tibia of the fist he has struck.

"That's the dialogue here."

"What?"

"The power of the pseudo-cramped phantom body, you will be its experimental bench."

"Ha, you're strong enough!

"Of course."

Urk watched as Miztris' arms roared, as he naturally said back. A series of stormy fists, born of giant arms swinging at speeds not commensurate with their size. Each blow of his fist was so heavy, so devastating and powerful that there was distortion in space. Wind pressure alone will kill most creatures, and the No. 3 body must be able to crush them easily.

But Urk showed Miztris' left wrist slit with a flash of his left foot, after scooping all of it with his right foot alone.

Regardless, the slit wrist instantly restored back to normal, but Miztris' continuous attacks prompted him to stop.

Miztriz was surprised by Urk's unexpected counterattack, jumped back, and took a distance.

Urk was reiterating the improved airframe performance he felt in a flash of stormy defense as he lowered his right leg.

"I see..."

"… is this the pseudo-cramped phantom body"

"Then you deserve my food."

"Sure, it's not as bad as a poor body."

Nevertheless, she thought that Midgard had just named her pseudo-cramped phantom body.

The output of the cardiac nucleus, improved by forced synchronization and parallel excitation, made the wavelight barrier more robust, and improved kinematic performance by functional sublimation allowed an attack over the speed of Miztris. We were able to find a gap and kick it in the middle of a stormy rampage.

If it had been Urk earlier, it would have been a blur.

It not only responds and resists, but even counterattacks are possible.

Even if it is not as good as a cramped body, it can far exceed the maximum output of the Wan body, so there was nothing to say.

One thing, if you want to, is for hiding the existence of such a function, but that will only be after it's all over.

We must now devote all our energies to destroying the enemy in front of us.

Miztris' arms were one turn bigger than earlier.

Perhaps Miztris has the nature of evolving by clashing with a stronger opponent than himself. So from when Miztris started to overwhelm, it seemed to grow slower and finally stop, but with Urk showing more power than Miztris, he probably began to evolve again.

If we continue to evolve like this, sooner or later, we have the potential to outweigh the power of the pseudo-cramped phantom body.

I couldn't afford Urk because I was showing exactly one scale of that possibility right now.

Therefore, Urk did not wait for Miztris to move.

Make sure you kick the ground and jump, while firing all traceable wave light cannons. Wave light cannons with improved performance by functional sublimation scatter countless light bullets into the air. Bullets of wavelight enough to fill your vision. They arrived drawing various orbits to Miztris, who flew towards Urk, and stabbed him in the giant arm of the lion. And burst.

The chase wave light cannon, which had no effect on Miztris until now, finally made sense.

Urk accelerated sharply by spraying huge waves of light into the lion's head as the bursting light bullet broke Miztris' gigantic arm. Miztriz asks for this one.

"It's clear."

"Really?"

In an unstoppable bombing, Miztris shook up both arms and grabbed them by Urk. Wolk swung his legs at the highest speed to chop and blow off that huge and alien arm, slapping his heels on both Miztris' shoulders faster than his arm regenerated. Buy time to restore by cutting off both arms from the roots, while releasing wave light cannons from all gun gates. Simultaneous shelling at close range hit all bullets and showed the lion's flesh crushed to stunning proportions.

It is because of the functional sublimation caused by the activation of the pseudo-cramped phantom body.

In the middle of a burst and explosion of wave light raging, Urk watched as Miztris' flesh regenerated rapidly, and he discovered a “nucleus” shining bright white at the center of its regeneration. To see the "nucleus” covered in meat and armoured with armor, of course, I don't think.

"Not yet, not yet -"

"No, that's it"

Trying to truncate Miztris' obsessive-filled scream, Urk kicked and amputated the “nucleus”. A wave of light with legs became a blade, slitting through its armor and flesh to show it the "nucleus”.

Then, what do you think?

Until then, the flesh of Miztris, wandering to reconstruct the “true sacrament," began to break apart in pieces.

Because I lost my “nucleus”.

"This is the collapse..."

Urk felt indescribable when he saw that Miztris' flesh, which showed so much power, disappeared without any aftertaste the moment he lost his “nucleus”.

When Urk came down to earth, there was nothing left to be described as the remnants of Lion Miztris.

Will only the claw marks engraved on the vast battlefield bear witness to her life?

Maybe I think about that because I understood how Miztris felt a lot.

Miztris was only thinking about helping Vishtal. He lived only for it, fought only for it, and existed only for it.

It's like a wolk.

Urk thinks only of helping Setuna. It lives for Setuna, fights for Setuna, and exists only for Setuna.

So to Urk, I felt like I could see her carelessness.

'... apparently, you've won safely'

"Yes, thanks to Midgard for that and this"

'I didn't do anything, Urk. This is how I was able to connect with you, so I could know your predicament and help you. I have to thank someone for connecting us with you. "

"... who is it?

In the first place, what does it mean to be connected?

I could not imagine anything from what Midgard said.

I know Midgard's voice is being heard from nowhere. That's not the phenomenon of hallucinations.

"Probably Azmaria."

With a word from Midgard, I fell to my heart.