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

Proclamation of death.

When such words passed the back of his brain, Miliu, trying to contain his trembling heart, hoisted Laversoul's temple toward Narnoir.

The completion of the procedure was almost simultaneous with the completion of Narnoir's transformation.

The technique, carefully and thoroughly created not to be broken by Narnoir, is so powerful and immensely powerful that it cannot be compared to the earlier pseudo-magical love heart.

"I'm so ready."

Miliu, when told to scream, simultaneously activated pseudo-magic.

A spell constructed by countless pieces of blade emits light and scratches the laws of this world. Repaint the law with a false law, causing the event as you wish - it should also be called exactly the magical law, which produced the Red Lotus flame. The red flames, instantly enveloping Narnoir's giant body, exploded. It explodes more than once, shaking between the sword gods. Miliu did hear as the atmosphere trembled, burned down and destroyed.

Narnoir's roar.

But there was nothing more overwhelming than a chain of explosions more vicious than Narnoir's roar, swallowing and burning down his voice as well.

Burning and explosion alone, it doesn't fit.

As soon as the explosion showed a bare gesture of ending after the explosion, the atmosphere near Narnoia froze. If you wonder if you've trapped Narnoir in a supermassive ice cube, the lightning bolt that kills you from all directions smashes the ice cube, pierces you into Narnoir, and bursts. On top of that, fragments of crushed ice become countless ice blades, hitting Narnoir. It is not a raw gentle thing called a local blizzard.

Furthermore, if the ground beneath Narnoia's feet protruded, it became a whirlpool of dirt and sand and swallowed him. I wondered if I could see anything shining in the whirlpool of dirt and sand spinning at a tremendous rate, and countless arrows of sharpened gilded stones arose, attacking Narnoir in unison.

Light fills at the same time as a diamond arrow strikes directly.

When the light swallowed everything and stood like a giant tower, it created thousands or tens of thousands of explosions in the blink of an eye.

"Even so, be prepared to survive."

Miliu admitted his breathing was getting rough in the midst of tremendous wear and tear. It activated the most powerful pseudo-magic. It was something I knew would drain a lot of mental power, and I don't want to break it off that the unpleasant feeling of sweat erupting from my whole body is something I can't do.

If I hadn't done that, I'd have known before my transformation that I was the one who had to tap into that much of an attack.

pseudo-magic eternal love.

Even now that we have survived the trials of Loversoul and even made the exercise of pseudo-magic easier, it should be worth and powerful to offer as consideration enough spiritual power to experience an overwhelming sense of fatigue.

If this doesn't work, I'll lie.

Eventually, when pseudo-magic lost its potency and the pillars of light disappeared, there was a whole body scratched Narnoir standing there.

Traces of damage remained everywhere, from the ceiling of the head to the toenails of the feet, and scars on the abdomen and chest, in particular, were painful. There was a giant hole.

This meant that pseudo-magic eternal love also worked for Narnoia after the transformation, and even if it turns out to be superior.

Except.

(Then you can't!

Trying to tell himself, Miliu, flew back. Quickly manipulate magnetic forces to enhance leaps. What I gave Narnoir was no fatal injury or anything. The Apostle is foolish, and even the Divine Soldier can easily block a certain amount of wounds.

Wouldn't a god general even be a ravage wound?

In fact, Narnoir instantly blocked the scar away as he turned his face to this one, which flew away from the spot, and showed it back to its original healthy body. And I'm putting up a giant sword in place of my arm here. Then a swarm of light-backed swords set in motion.

Every single sword that makes up the back of the light, so that it obeys Narnoir's orders, leaves its fixed position, it flies out towards Miliu and strikes like an arrow.

"pseudo-magic. Admit it's a great force."

It was a joking landscape as Narnoir looked around at his own body with no scratches left.

Most importantly, Miliu doesn't have time to watch him. There are not one or two flying swords. Ten, twenty, a hundred and increasing acceleratively over time. About a bottle or two is easy to avoid, but when more than a hundred swords arrive with a time difference, there's nothing you can do unless you focus on evasive action.

There was no room for Narnoir.

I can't even crack my consciousness into pseudo-magical surgical constructions.

"There are numerous armed summoners who manipulate forces beyond people's knowledge, such as those that have reached your dimension. This god, Narnoir, caused all that damage to the" true sacrament ”. I'm proud of you, Lord Miliu Zenon-Levaia."

And so forth, and Miliu heard what Narnoir was wanting, in the sky above. No, maybe he wasn't even listening.

Miliu was fully committed to avoiding flying swords, and couldn't afford to keep an eye out for anything else. The arrival of the sword continues uninterrupted. On the contrary, the intervals have narrowed over time and at the same time the number of swords flying in has increased.

As much as a hundred, but a thousand, two thousand, and Narnoir's back of light knew not the limit, when countless swords flew in, they struck Miliu.

Defensive barriers caused by magnetic forces are pointless.

Every flying sword has the same or more power as Narnoir's flying slaughter. Seeing as the defensive barrier was easily destroyed, it turns out it won't even buy time. Beyond that, Laversoul's ability should have allowed him to focus only on his own evasive actions, rather than using them for obstruction.

Still, he was already wounded in many places, all over his body, bloody.

You can call it full creation in the first place.

The fact that Narnoir's flying slaughter is irresistible and often has many wounds sustained. So much so that I wonder if the amount of blood spilled out of my whole body would just kill me.

Still, my body moved, and my consciousness was working.

So I won't die.

I'm not going to die.

You can't die.

While in a state of full-body blight, Miliu nevertheless continued to fly around the battlefield and avoid a host of uninterrupted flying swords.

I waited for the opportunity to attack by continuing to avoid it. I expected such a miraculous time to come, when Narnoir admired Miliu's obsession and stopped his hand.

"But not enough overwhelmingly to kill me."

I heard voices, up close.

Ha, a glimpse of where Narnoir was supposed to have been, where his figure was without shadow or form. Why did you think you were still there? I could immediately understand why. Light back. Countless swords formed rings, floating, because they were intact.

He assumed that Narnoir was not moving, just the light back reflected at the edge of his vision.

(No......!?

Miliu screamed inside.

Because the tip blew out of the elbow of his right arm.

And I felt Narnoir's giant sword eat into my flank.