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

Visual, auditory, olfactory, tactile - I can see all senses dramatically improving.

No, that was no longer a good thing to call an improvement, etc.

The synchronization of the senses with the “Reaper” of the six bodies makes the vision wider and multiplies the range of sound collections. Both tactile and olfactory.

Originally, it was possible to synchronize the five senses of Reaper with Rem. I was able to fly Reaper far away and get that visual information, and I was able to gather information with Reaper's ears. It's easy to give Reaper a taste.

That's exactly what's enlarged and sharpened Rem's five senses like never before.

The synchronization with the fully armed and shadowed Reapers brings so much information that it can cloud Rem's consciousness for a moment.

A number of sounds popping into the earlobes, a number of footage filling the field of vision, a number of smells filling the nasal cavity, flooding the information.

As a result, Rem, for a moment, forgot me.

It was so informative that I wasn't even sure who I was.

But that's a flash, too.

In the next moment, it's back to normal.

Because the “Reapers” processed the information on each of them, which greatly reduced the burden on Rem himself. I didn't even think I should do that from the beginning, but I had no choice. This was the first time the Reapers had a fully armed and shadowed ceremony.

When Lem first became fully armed and shadowed, he forgot me because of the enormity of his power.

That also happened to the Reapers.

Moreover, there was a deepening fusion between the Reapers and Rem.

There was no choice but to create confusion for the lems.

And now that we have overcome that mess, we can assure you that there are no enemies before the Rems.

At least, you don't have to worry about Weselnil taking it by the balls.

Because Rem's supersensation found the place of Weselnil, who blended in during illusion, and she pointed the cutting-edge of the shadow spear under her eyes with the “Reapers”.

It is the earth of silver that stretches out into a cup of vision. The claw marks on the "rays of destruction” are no longer left anywhere. Because no matter how much it blows, it will be filled with snow right away. Maybe the earth itself is restored as well as snow.

This is a world of fantasy and fiction.

Whatever happened, it wasn't surprising.

(Whatever happens, whatever happens, right?)

So Rem wasn't surprised by Weselnil's hiding place.

Shoots a ray of destruction along with six Reapers.

The runoff of the light of destruction, made many times more powerful by the deepening fusion of fully armed and shadowy ceremonies with the “Reapers”, pierces the earth of silver while destroying the atmosphere. The heavens and the earth explode to such an extent that they tremble, that there is a great hole in the earth. Still, the Rems won't stop shelling. Keep shooting and destroying the "rays of destruction”.

Completely destroy the earth between illusions.

Because the earth is the Weselnil.

Weselnil was not hiding somewhere, but integrated with the earth itself.

I mean, there was no point in looking anywhere.

Unexpectedly, a tremendous giant appeared before the eyes of the Rems, wondering if the earth had risen wide. Looking like Weselnil. That's rapidly getting smaller.

"It just hurts"

and so forth, and it went with a grudge on his belly. Wezelnil. “True Sacred Body." Wezelnil. If you see the scars on your abdomen getting blocked rapidly, you can see that that's where you tapped into the "destruction rays” earlier.

"Does it hurt?

So I guess it didn't make any sense at all about the first “sabotage ray” simulation. Wasn't it enough to get stung by a mosquito?

"No, it hurts a lot. Not enough to make me want to cry."

"Yes, but don't worry. Because I can't cry anymore."

"Ha."

Weselnil, with a smile, put up his fist. Kick the void, it jumps.

"The tears are so dead."

I don't feel sorry for you.

The “Reaper” Land broke in between Rem and Weselnil, but the figure of the lion dissolved in the void and disappeared. But this time, Weselnil didn't run away. Because I understand there's no escape, I guess.

"I will."

The voice came from behind. Dear turning around, if you swung through the spear, you clashed with the back of Wezelnil's hand. Sparks scatter with the roar. The tip would have cut it, but I can't help but accept it in the patterned area.

"To me?

"Yes, sir."

Weselnil has become very serious and has beaten him with his right fist. Awesome fist beating. But it doesn't reach Rem. Because the Reaper cut off Weselnil's right arm. Wezelnil glanced overhead and now his left arm was cut off. Reference number.

"Jokes"

"Not really."

Wezelnil shook his arms up toward the symbol and the reference symbol as he restored both arms without watermark. That alone generated an intense shockwave, which hit the “Reapers," but the “Reapers” did not make it slight. Because they each stretched through the Saugeot barrier.

Then the Reapers, who were not the target of the attack, fired a "ray of destruction” towards Weselnil.

Wezelnil jumps away with a bitter laugh and escapes the range of "destruction rays”.

"I feel sorry for you. In your life."

"It's not a terrible life to be sympathetic to."

"Right. I hope so."

"Yes, it is."

I didn't like the way Weselnil included it, but it doesn't matter anymore.

"Because I like who I am right now."

Rem saw the sights of “Reapers" simultaneously shooting "destruction rays” as he told them with his chest stretched. A simultaneous "ray of destruction" has been fired from all directions, forcing Wezelnil to take a hand in the escape. You can't go on offense.

No, in front of the Lems, fantasy, fiction and deception no longer work.

More than that, we have to fight, but that's why if we try to attack Lem, we eat the shelling of the Reapers.

It's pitiful, isn't it him?

but I have no sympathy.

"I don't know why you're sympathetic."

"I'm pathetic because I keep wearing that mask."

It's your husband's hobby.

"Right. Well, you hobby bastard."

"Yes."

"Ha."

Weselnil laughed. He seemed ready for something. I'm going in.

"I don't know how irony works."

"Instead of sarcasm"

In the rain of the "rays of destruction”, Weselnil's appearance was impatient as he entered without fear. Whether it is shot through, burned, or smashed by a "ray of destruction", it is instantly regenerated and restored, moreover becoming fleshy while deforming itself as if strengthening the “true sacrament” itself. The only thing I can say is that it's intentional or awesome.

"As one of you, it no longer works for me."

Rem told him chilly and waved down the spear.