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

"Nah... that's not true!

Miliu exclaimed angrily as he jumped around scratching the storm of slaughter that was shot out of bullshit.

In all directions, Narnoir's methods of warfare, which rarely continue to fly slaughter, were extremely unfavourable and unpleasant for Miliu. If Narnoir is going to wear out and stop his hand as hard as he can, just keep running and avoiding it. But Narnoia is a god general. I didn't even have to question the fact that their health was inexhaustible, which would probably have received the protection and blessing of the Lion Divine Emperor by much.

If it's a protracted war, here's where it's at a disadvantage.

The encounter with Laversoul and the breakthrough of the final trials have resulted in a near reduction in depletion due to the maintenance of summoning armies and the exercise of abilities. Comparing it to before the final trial is ridiculously different. Even the current degree of consumption was so insignificant that it would have been unthinkable before the trial.

But Miliu is human.

Humans have limits of physical strength, limits of spiritual strength, limits of vitality.

There was no way I could keep running away for an infinite amount of time, and in the first place, I couldn't have spent my time fighting Narnoir.

We must defeat it as soon as possible and rendezvous with Setuna as soon as possible.

It is not Narnoir who should be killed.

It is the Lion God Emperor who should be destroyed, and this battle is no exaggeration to say that it is nothing more than an outpost.

It couldn't be, and shouldn't be, bringing it into a protracted war. Even thin wins should not be considered, such as limitless.

The storm of flying slaughter had torn apart the walls, floors and ceilings between the sword gods, no longer retaining the prototype, but the damage was not the only one.

The damage had already been done to Miliu's body, and various places had been slashed throughout the body. Fatal injuries and serious injuries are the hardest to avoid, but repeated injuries, albeit minor, lead to pain throughout the body.

He was about to get his arm cut off or his torso cut into two pieces.

Each time I thought I had gained my whole life for nine deaths, and realized there was no point in continuing to run away like this.

It's not something you can keep running away from.

I haven't avoided it yet.

It would also have to do with the narrowing of the firing interval of the flying slash over time.

Why is that?

Because Narnoir was starting to launch a flying slash even with a dagger.

Even the dagger I was throwing to stop the construction of the surgical formula with the blade pieces is starting to emit a flying slash, even if I don't think about it, I know why. Because without throwing a dagger, he kicks the blade pieces with a flying slash.

And that led to a significant increase in Narnoir's manpower.

At one point, he skips the slaughter to destroy the surgical ceremony, and at one point, he skips the slaughter to attack Miliu. Moreover, it was only natural that Miliu could no longer be avoided, as the constant series of attacks by long swords and daggers would accelerate the storm of flying slaughter.

Make sense.

Miliu left it to his anger to raise his voice, also out of dissatisfaction and outrage at the fact that he was about to be unilaterally killed.

That's why I don't stop at the spot, I keep flying at maximum speed, but I don't even stop Narnoir's hand.

"What are you talking about?

"It means there's nothing you can do about it!

"Don't you see why?

Well, I wasn't talking to you.

"Hmm."

While Narnoir looks bitter, he can only hope he doesn't stop waving his sword. Milu had no choice but to manipulate the magnetism of Loversoul and fly around and stir it up anyway.

"... is still incompatible with you"

"You knew that!

"Oh, even so. I didn't care about you from the start."

I guess that's what Narnoir's - Michelle Zanaf-Crowe meant.

"You were Zalwarn's armed summoner. of Zalwarn, who has logged my Gandhia to feed."

Moreover, Miliu was from the ruling class in Zalwarn. What an inconceivable thing it is to him that it is the nobility of Gandia, that he only thinks of loving the country from the bottom of his heart and devoting himself for the sake of the country and for the sake of the people.

Most importantly, the Pendragon clan of Zalwarn will have few mindsets like him, and it goes without saying that it was the fate of Gandia and Zalwarn.

As a result of too few nobles thinking first of all about the country and the people, Zalwarn perished and became Gandia's.

That's right.

If you want to think about your country and your people first, you can also try to interact with Miliu, who should have personal feelings and other depths of his chest and hated him.

Michelle Zanaf-Crowe was that kind of person.

So I never hated it.

"Me too."

Miliu seemed to think again of the fact that he was an incompatible man.

Miliu understands himself to be a member of the Pendragon clan of Zalwarn. On my own, I don't care about my country or my people, and I don't hate the sacrifices I have to make for my purpose. Exactly the Pendragon clan that Miliu himself has hated furiously.

Red falling from the wound is the very blood of the Pendragon clan, which Zalwarn has brewed and inherited for hundreds of years.

No matter how much you hate it, no matter how much you hate it, no matter how bad you think, you can't deny it.

"I hate people like you, too."

altruistic self-sacrificist.

At first glance, he didn't even look like he was wrapped up in a glorious glow, but he didn't have a very, but favorable way of life for Miliu.

"Yeah."

Most of all.

"Other than Setuna, I hate it"

That, even my fondness for Setuna, I had doubts about whether it was really my own thoughts.

But now I can put my chest up.

Clearly, from the bottom of my heart, out loud.

"I only love Setuna."

"Ha."

Narnoir laughed, probably because Miliu's big serious confession was too out of place.

but Miliu was, and was, serious.

Otherwise, the procedure will not be complete.

"What... this?

Unexpectedly Narnoir raised his surprise.

It must be because of the light in his sight.

"You think it's pseudo-magic? Stupid!"

As Narnoir had guessed, it was a pseudo-magical light.

A light was born in all directions between the sword gods announcing the completion of the procedure and the activation of pseudo-magic. Scarlet light just blinking. It swept the battlefield with accelerating momentum, sweeping with momentum that was still as if it embodied Miliu's enthusiasm.

In a world quickly smeared in crimson, Miliu kept flying. We can't keep watching pseudo-magic attack Narnoir more than we don't even know when Narnoir will attack us.

Narnoir, against the bright red light looming from all around and in all directions, still unleashed a flying slash.

But the pseudo-magic created and activated by Miliu with his whole body and spirit could not even be cut off by a divine and prestigious slaughter.

The bright red light pushes over like a flood, enveloping Narnoir.