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

The battle is over.

Narnoia was looking at Miliu Zenon-Levaia's body, which was broken in two.

It is no exaggeration to say that the flesh of a warrior who fought out to brilliance is wounded all over his body, without any room. He thinks he deserves more respect than not losing consciousness and being impressed with what he's been fighting for.

Not yet, I'm not desperate.

From that fact too, I feel the awesomeness of her vitality, and I just have to recognize how small I am.

Would I, in a situation like hers, have been able to live? Could we not despair, continue to burn the light of hope and continue to devour our our enemies?

Even in such a tragic situation, would you have tried to scratch it?

Shake your head.

There's no way such a person could be a god general.

He realized that the ugly jealousy that was burning deep in his own chest was no longer shadowed or shaped. Probably because I understood and understood my stupidity in my battle with Miliu Zenon-Levaire.

Jealousy of The Lion's Tail was, after all, a symbol of human stupidity: Michelle-Crowe.

Miliu's eyes are still burning like flames and staring at this one. It is not the eye of what the fire of life is still about to extinguish.

But he'll be dead soon.

She's an armed summoner, but she's human.

I'm just a human being.

How powerful the ability to summon an armed man would be, there is no way he could continue to live with his torso in two. If that's what you're capable of, you still shouldn't have that capability in her Loversoul.

The possibility of connecting and stopping life with pseudo-magic was also conceived, but unfortunately, it seems that she was unable to maintain even the operative ceremony that was under construction beyond focusing on avoiding his sword. In other words, it can be seen as impossible to extend life by pseudo-magic.

In the first place, a fragment of Loversoul's body, which had until now been magnetically mastered between the sword gods, had begun to fall to the ground shortly after Miliu was turned into two. Because she was in control, she would have scattered throughout the Sword God, becoming a magnetic junction and maintaining a space where she could fly around freely herself.

That control was lost.

As it is, forever, to be lost.

It's a shame, I thought.

Not as many people as she is.

Excellent skill, overwhelming power, clear will, everything.

Isn't there only so many people in the world who have reached the level of her?

So I spared you.

I spared you, I tried to give you my hand.

Narnoia was a god general elected to the lion god emperor, and god generals were given various powers. One of its powers was to deify it, to deify it and to add it to one's direct reports. As one of God's generals, he has not used his authority and made his men except because he has never encountered the existence he deserves.

And that would be a big reason because God's general didn't go out there in and of itself.

Whatever Narnoia is, that's why Nargareth and Nardolas don't have direct reports.

But Narnoir's hand, the sword and transformed arm, cut the sky.

Because Miliu is up.

"Why"

"Thank you for not severing my neck. Thank you very much."

She looked at this one with a witchy glossy look, somehow stuck to the torso that should have been turned into two. Narnoir doesn't know what makes the anger that should probably be included look rather attractive.

No, in the first place, I don't even know why, she got up.

"Why are you alive?

"He's dead, mostly."

She said.

"Really, I'm angry."

Angry and pitiful voices must have been her true meaning.

"I wanted to live."

Crying.

"I've always wanted to live with Setsuna and the Setsunas"

She pulled how Narnoir pulled the right arm she had cut off and, stuck to it just like her torso, squeezed the Loversoul pattern tightly to show it.

"He's dead in here."

"Then how can you stand!

"A world where the dead can live even at the beginning of the tentative? I wonder what you're talking about."

Miliu, with a thin laugh, flied back loose, melting.

Narnoir's giant sword must have cut the sky because it could be seen in her grin.

Dead.

He's dead.

All this is a fact that there's nothing you can do about it.

Narnoir took a blow. I just have to die. I'm human. No matter how tough an armor a human wears, if he can be slashed into a being with more power than a concurrent God, he doesn't want to be killed. The flesh just wasn't erased without a trace. I had to let it go.

There is no means of increasing the strength of human flesh.

Like the Imperial Devil, like a dragon, there is no means to have a stubborn flesh like God.

There are limits to sturdy armor as well.

There are limits to defending oneself with the ability to summon an armed man.

In this isolated realm, it is neither protected by the magic of the Imperial Devil nor protected by God.

In the end, the flesh was man himself, and that was the weakness when it came to weakness.

No matter how much you work out, no matter how many drills you load, no matter how much you can tell with a summoning weapon, there are limits to the strength of your flesh.

If you are attacked that easily outweighs your strength, you will have to be destroyed.

To this end, Miliu's flesh was cut in two. Easy, light, head-on, without any seeds or tricks, light.

If it was meant to be, it was supposed to be deadly.

They cut his torso in two.

He was severed from his torso to his lower body.

It's usually impossible, such as being able to remain conscious with it.

It is normal to die instantly.

But Miliu did not die instantly, and he was kept conscious.

Miliu

I heard voices.

When I wondered if Loversoul's voice sounded in the back of my brain, I realized I wasn't dying instantly. No, physically, he's dead. You won't be able to come back to life.

But I was conscious, I had a feeling.

More importantly, from the torso that should have been amputated, I learned that there was no blood spilling out. Instead of immediate death, he was able to avoid blood loss. I understood that and this was due to Laversoul, and relied on his power.

When the magnetically covered cutting surface was joined, the upper body as well as the lower body moved as it wished. I even felt more responsive than before.

Looking at this one where Narnoir suddenly woke up, and wondering if he was stunned, it was somewhat of a backward thought, but that's a flash, too.

More anger and pity erupted and I couldn't stop.

He's dead.

Now the flesh, painfully connected by Laversoul's abilities and moving as if it were alive, will also end its role at the dawn when this spiritual power is exhausted.

Even if you let Narnoir die, there is no happy future ahead.

No, but that's why Miliu wasn't so irresponsible as to abandon everything here.