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

"A reprieve?"

Miliu stopped his leg because a sudden storm of flying slaughter stopped him.

The slaughter stopped as long as it had nothing to do with Narnoir's entire body starting to glow.

Narnoir, until now, focused on launching a flying slash, but suddenly stopped the attack. At the same time his whole body is emitting light. Sharp, intense, just blinding light. It would be the light of divine authority. It felt divine and fearful.

If I hadn't stepped on it, I had such a strong force that it was likely to be taken to Miliu's consciousness.

"You guys are great. That's right, I once towed Gandhia's luxury, and I've just been responsible for Gandhia's force, the bulk of it. No..."

Narnoir shakes his head.

"I don't think so. It's impossible to create a situation like this, where Gandhia's military might was largely responsible."

"What did you just bump..."

Miliu, while keeping an eye on Narnoir's words and actions, was skipping orders to Laversoul with all his might to miss this opportunity. Magnetically control the blade pieces of Laversoul, build spells, and hasten the completion of the procedure. The fact that Narnoir no longer skips slashing makes it possible to construct a somewhat complex and elaborate surgical formula, making it impossible to even row down to an even more powerful activation of pseudo-magic than the earlier pseudo-magic?

Regardless, we don't know when Narnoir will strike out on the attack, so we also need to create a surgical formula for positive motion, but there was no pullout in that regard.

By creating a number of surgical ceremonies that could be destroyed, it was the earlier pseudo-magic that hid the ritual of fate and rowed it to completion and activation. No matter how many opponents are filled with gaps, they are not Miliu who imitates the foolishness of exposing the operative ceremony of fate.

"The status quo. I wanted to share with you the reality that our situation is changing dramatically."

"Why not?

"You should also know. How the fellows who entered Narunnirnol with you fight, how they beat and how they survive. That fact."

"Are you all right? Alive? Did you win?"

"Even so. Your efforts have devastated my strength."

Every single Narnoir statement that comes out pale makes Miliu's emotions, his mind, dramatically expensive. I have to get excited.

After all, it seems that everyone but Miliu was forced into a situation where they faced their enemies just like themselves and had to fight, but they all fought through and survived safely.

There's no way I'm not happy to hear this.

Even if it's a setuna, my people were buddies, and some of my valued disciples. I was honestly delighted.

I didn't even think of the fine dust that Narnoir was deceiving.

If you deceive or deceive Miliu to shake his heart, you should tell him the opposite. Where are the mentally upset people who are told of the victory and safety of their allies?

Even from that point of view, I could have believed what Narnoir had to say.

And.

"The lion no longer leaves only Vishtar, but only he and our god general, who must destroy you"

From Narnoir's appearance exudes the immense light of divine authority, he didn't seem to have such a small, cunning idea, like trying to win by giving Miliu a spiritual upset.

Full body spirit, exert all the power you can have, overwhelm and crush.

Narnoir's power was explosive and immense enough to feel so ready.

"I can no longer deal with only one of you."

"... I'm finally serious, so?

"That's what I'm talking about, Lord Miliu."

Did Narnoir's voice sound strong at the moment because he completely unleashed that power? Maybe that's why the light that was smearing Miliu's vision white gradually subsides. Slowly your vision normalizes and your senses, too, return.

"And this is how you exert the power of the whole body, because you admit you deserve it."

Narnoir's voice wasn't just pierced in the ear. It was powerful enough to penetrate the tympanic membrane, to reach the brain, to reach the depths of the mind, to the soul. A voice that shakes my heart and my soul trembles.

(What... is this...?

Miliu realized that at some point he was putting his hand on his chest, and he was annoyed. My chest is pounding. Accelerated heartbeat. Acceleration of blood flow. Acceleration of the senses. I'm trembling. Body, mind, life, soul, everything is trembling.

It's as if you're in awe.

"For I have recognised once again that I am so present that I must deal with them with all my strength"

Eventually, it showed up.

The roots of the light that had smeared Miliu's world in white. It no longer looked like one. No, he's not human in the first place. I had abandoned one person, abandoned one person, abandoned all one person, and became a god general, but sometimes I looked like a human being, and there was a deviation in my perception.

I have to assume that the idea would have been too stupid if I had seen what he really was.

Sometimes he was a human being, and he has a structure close to the human body. I have a head, I have a neck, it connects to my torso, I have a hip, I have two legs, it's attached. But it wasn't the meat or the skin that covered the surface of the flesh, it was something as hard as armor. White and pale emitting, they were mystically decorated and, after all, did not even appear to be wrapped around armor from above the flesh.

I said I put it on my head, yes. You look like you're wearing a disfigured helmet. There were four eyes on the mask covering his face, shining like a golden gem.

Not only the head, but the torso, the shoulders, the hips, the feet - it's not my fault that I get the overall sharp angular impression.

I didn't have both arms.

I don't know what's going on because my shoulders are covered in stabbing giant shoulders, but I'm pretty sure both arms don't exist. Whether there is no end to the shoulder or the shoulder itself, it is only a difference to that extent.

Instead of having no arms, there was a sword floating at the end of his shoulder. One sword to the right and one to the left, respectively, extremely huge, would be as long as his height.

And that shows that Miliu is superior to his height.

Because Narnoir's height itself is growing.

Even more overwhelmed by him would be because of the light back floating directly behind it.

The light that the genus of God bears as if it symbolizes its mysticity changes its appearance by God, but that which he bears, was an innumerable sword.

Hundreds or thousands of swords create intricate and sophisticated patterns behind Narnoia.

"And when I changed my mind, I was ready to die."

God General Narnoia, yes, has told me quietly.

With such chillness that you will be notified of the matters that have been decided.