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

The flood of crimson light, as if it embodied Miliu's mood, licked up the ground chopped up by Narnoia and engulfed Narnoia herself. The space shakes and trembles violently. The sound, it didn't. No, maybe the explosion went off. But it didn't sound like Miliu's ear. I guess it was so loud that my hearing refused.

An instantaneous continuous flash of light then bursts into the heart type, destroying the space itself.

It is a pseudo-magic created by Miliu with his soul and rowed into action. It wasn't semi-powerful, and it boasted tremendous precision.

A divine soldier would have vanished in one blow, and even a concurrent apostle would have ended up with the same result. Spirit and whether it is something that can survive.

Besides, if the other person is God, it's not a story.

Because the only way to destroy God is not to just slap a destructive attack.

To destroy God, there is the power of the devil.

Magic is not the power of a demon, not the magic of a demon.

A devilish place to work that artificially distorts the law and causes miraculous events - that's magic.

Thus, with pseudo-magic that reproduces it, it is nearly impossible to destroy God.

But the other guy, he's not God.

He is a general who serves the Lion God Emperor and is a non-apostolic resemblance.

Miliu had a glimmer of hope there, but after the explosion subsided on the noiseless explosion and the white, blinking smoke engulfed his sight, it was Narnoir's voice that awaited him.

"The ceremony should have been destroyed. But why? Why, pseudo-magic activated...?

It was his question, not his question of Miliu.

Even if it were an inquiry into Miliu, there was no reason for her to answer, nor was she going to. Miliu is not foolish enough to poke Narnoir's void and, even if he could not destroy it, to show off the pseudo-magic that should have been able to strike a great blow, how to activate it and drive Mizu into distress.

And it's not shallow enough to be satisfied with a once-in-a-lifetime activation of pseudo-magic.

Miliu struck the next hand, not to be discouraged, to make sure Narnoir was safe. It's a pseudo-magic activation.

The subsequent pseudo-magic was the seedling bed of the radiant smoke blast itself, the pseudo-magic that had been planted in the previously activated surgical ceremony.

This is my time difference chain.

Countless threads of light stretched out of the magical smoke when I told him in my chest who he was. It was as if the blast smoke itself had changed filamentously, and in an instant, when the vision was good, Narnoir was entangled in a goose cross with a thread of light.

Not even for a moment.

Naturally, Narnoir wouldn't have had time to evade, and in the first place, he shouldn't have even had the idea of moving on to evasive action.

It wasn't activated immediately after the first burst of pseudo-magical Loveheart. Because if they can be wiped out by Loveheart, they don't need to be activated. It was a pseudo-magic prism to restrain the subject, which I had planted as an insurance policy in the event that I couldn't kill him at Loveheart.

And it worked, brilliantly, as she thought, and succeeded.

Narnoir was tangled in myriad threads of light with a direct hit from Loveheart, not to say an exaggeration. It shouldn't be strange to have extraordinary recovery capabilities, but somehow, I haven't restored them at all.

Because I pierced the void, I guess?

Prison prisms were activated and Narnoir restrained, faster than recovering damage caused by a direct hit of Loveheart. Prison prism is not just pseudo-magic that involves and restrains an opponent. It is by its very nature that the force of the subject touching the thread of light is contained and limited.

The nature of that prism may have succeeded in dampening Narnoir's ability to recover.

(I didn't know it would work that well, though it's hard to think)

Miliu looked at the situation with extreme caution and was not happy to let go just because Loveheart burst and he succeeded in restraining his opponent by Prison Prism. If they were just messengers, they might have been happy to raise their voices, but they weren't.

God will.

It is near the side of the lion god emperor.

It should be endowed with extraordinary power, no less than its blessings and blessings, or a lion.

Don't be alarmed, and don't let them relax for a moment.

Therefore, Miliu was still in the process of constituting a surgical formula.

"I see. You mean that? Understood."

In the confinement caused by the yarn of pseudo-magical light, Narnoir gave the expression that he had fallen to his heart. His whole body was scraped, lost, and he was dying to see, but as far as his reaction was concerned, there was no fine dust.

It's not working at all, and you should see it.

After all, you can't just make a big blow to kill a god general.

Miliu, when recognised, hastened the completion of the procedure.

"I recognized it. Clearly."

When Narnoir said so, countless sword flashes ran around him. The myriad threads of light that had entangled the Divine General in a goose cross were not long ago, chopped in pieces, and the flesh of Narnoia became the body of freedom. And in the next moment, Miliu had nothing but flash, because Narnoir's flesh was restored to normal.

"Again, great"

Once again, as the sword flash rolled like a storm, the slaughter flew in all directions, all around Narnoia.

Miliu was at his best to avoid flying slaughter and was unable to protect the surgical ceremony under construction. Recognize that the group of blades that were constructing spells in various places are then crushed and scattered in the air.

"That's it."

"What?"

"That's why he's a Lion's Tail squad member, Miliu Zenon-Levaire."

Narnoir has been staring at this one as he continues to wreak a storm of slaughter. It would be to have a storm of slaughter - the full-body, full-blown body from everywhere, even felt like that, as if he were going to be a sword himself.

"Why, pseudo-magic was activated when he said it should have been immediately pulverized if it were a spell. That's right. 'Cause I was expecting the spell to be smashed from the edge, right? It was only by my blade that it was smashed, because it was a spell that showed true value and a technique that was completed by being destroyed. So then, pseudo-magic was activated."

Miliu didn't respond to anything.

Sometimes he was the best at avoiding the slaughter that followed, or because he was a star. But just because you don't respond, there's no way you can fool Narnoir.

It's a hit.

I've been nursed.

It was also natural that the fact, to a lesser or lesser extent, rushed Miliu.

"Let's admit it. You are my enemy to be killed."

"... even if they say that again, I'm not happy with one thing"

Miliu narrowed his eyes as he scratched through the storm of slaughter, biting his teeth at the pain that arose throughout his body and everywhere.

At first glance, Narnoia's entire body was beginning to emit divine light.

"Don't say that to me. There's no more respite here."