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

(If I give up here)

Miliu acknowledged the fact that there was no longer more than enough time left to count, and he was in the midst of anger that his whole body wanted to burn and pity that his chest could be torn apart.

Fatal.

He committed a fatal malfunction and, as a result, lost his life. Normally, he was dead. I am glad that at the beginning of the tentative life is long lived and stopped, all thanks to the ability of Loversoul and thanks to the protection of Loversoul.

If the subpoena weapon had not been Laversoul and had not completed her final trials, it would undoubtedly have been deadly and lost everything.

Thus he could not stand up and confront Narnoir.

(Here, if you give up or anything, Setsuna will hate you)

Regardless, Miliu also understands from the bottom of his heart that Setuna is not such a thin man.

Setsuna is such a good man.

Not only did he not discern a troublesome woman like Miliu, nor did he push her away, but he even kept her on his side, merciful and loving me.

Good man.

I just think of it, and that was enough of a good man to fall back in love each time.

That's why.

She thinks she wants to be the woman that a man deserves.

I could stretch my chest and declare that I love Setuna, I wanted to be such a woman.

Now, after all, it hasn't reached my ideal self.

The flames of jealousy burn just because Setsuna is talking to other women, and Setsuna's desire to keep all her eyes, ears and heart to herself boils down to two things.

She was humble everywhere, desperate everywhere, my poor, helpless, tiny woman everywhere.

Nevertheless, I still think it would be better to change.

At least not much more than right after I fell in love with Setuna.

Thoughts, however, are stronger, deeper and stronger than they were back then.

That is why Miliu stared at Narnoir, ready to reconnect his life, which was still likely to spill, and not waste every second of the time he had left.

"He should be dead. I killed him. With this hand, make sure."

Narnoir had slashed it with a giant sword on his right arm itself, but Miliu had a clear view of its tremendous speed and precision slaughter, and could therefore avoid it.

"But I didn't hold my breath. Is that sympathy? Because I think it's too much of a trick."

Miliu noticed that his five senses were unusually sharpened as he gently flew through a series of attacks that didn't even let Narnoir's breath throw up. That is why we can now see the fat muscles of Narnoir's sword, predicting even the extent of the aftermath that its slashing creates, and taking optimal evasive action.

Slashing by a giant sword is not just wielding a sword. It generates immense flying slaughter and wreaks havoc on an extremely wide area.

With such a giant sword blow, how dare you, the upper and lower body just need to be cut off nicely, Miliu thinks.

After all, that might have been Narnoir's passion.

I pitied Miliu, who had no choice but to challenge an opponent who could not have won, and at least, he might have thought of leaving a wreck.

So I didn't stab the stop.

"Because I still had my breath. That hurt. I'm dying."

Miliu remembered that his torso had not been amputated, yet his consciousness remained, and in such intense pain that his consciousness was anointed, he still did not raise his voice because he did not want Narnoir to look sorry for him. I didn't think it would be sad to see the end demon raise his voice, but I still didn't like Miliu. If anything were to be reported to Setuna or everyone at such an advanced stage, I would not die if I died.

Miliu was now grateful for his such high self-esteem.

At that time, if I had raised the voice of the Terminator, wouldn't it have been a lot of embarrassment, a battle?

"Then you should have died."

Narnoir has also crossed his left arm, launching a series of tremendous speed attacks. Both arms, transformed into giant swords, were not connected to the torso, and therefore the direction and angle of the slaughter were free. If you can carry out a slaughter directly behind you, there is no blind spot overhead, under your eyes, or anywhere else.

So it was a daunting undertaking to keep escaping stormy slaughter and the many shockwaves exactly like the storm that resulted from it.

Nowhere, such as in the safety zone.

It was no exaggeration to say that anywhere on the battlefield was within Narnoir's attacking range.

"That way, they won't kill you again. Again, you will not suffer from the pain of death, nor will you expose yourself to ugliness"

"Right. But in that case, I can't kill you."

"No matter what I scratch, I will not die."

I don't know.

"Yes, sir."

Two giant swords, waved down by Narnoir with pride, crossed the cross and generated a cruciform flying slaughter. The shockwave that cuts and blows apart everything that exists on the straight line, however, cannot capture Miliu. Cut the sky and disappear far away.

It could be said that Miliu is no longer fully assimilated to the magnetic forces full of between the sword gods.

And when Narnoir had cut him apart, the fragments of Laversoul's captivity lay on the ground. but that wasn't because Miliu was killed. It was for Laversoul to concentrate its power and resurrect Miliu even at the beginning of the tentative.

Temporarily raw by a forceful resuscitation method due to Laversoul's abilities, Miliu was first compelled to scatter blade pieces again throughout this battlefield. From the blade fragment that fell to the ground to the blade fragment, he uses his repulsion and gravity to fly away, bouncing off with magnetic force.

He also used Narnoir's flying slaughter.

The massive shockwave itself, a flying slaughter, helped greatly to scatter blade pieces into the air again.

A flying slash, because of its immensity, cannot cleave a piece of blade that has disassembled to the smallest unit. No, in the first place, it was nearly impossible, such as grinding a blade piece equal to a particulate, and even if it could, it was just about becoming an even smaller blade piece.

The only way to weaken Loversoul's abilities is to extinguish the blade pieces.

but Narnoir's ability doesn't allow him to wipe out blade pieces. If I could, I would be.

As a result, the storm of Narnoir's slaughter became the feather that once again placed between the sword gods in the hands of Loversoul, Miliu.

Well, that can't beat Narnoir.

If that was the only way to win, Miliu's torso would never have been cut into two pieces.

(But now, no)

Miliu knew that Narnoir's actions would somehow be in his hands. Every step of his way follows the trajectory drawn behind his brain. This means that avoiding Narnoir's own attacks is by no means difficult in itself.

Both the slaughter by the giant sword and the shock waves produced by the slash could have been avoided perfectly if they had predicted their range of attack and flown around.

However, for this purpose the capacity of Laversoul must extend throughout the whole area among the sword gods, but it was also somewhat complete.

(Then I win)

Even if, as a result, you are going to lose your life again.