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

"Hmm..."

Narnoir stopped the giant sword with both arms, probably because Miliu wondered how to dodge it too lightly to show it.

The slaughter was foolish, and the aftermath produced by the slaughter was easily displayed. It wasn't surprising that Narnoir wondered, rather, naturally.

"I wonder what's wrong? Weren't you supposed to kill me again?

"I thought I'd kill you. But in order to do that, we need to find out what happened to you."

"Weird? I wonder what that is."

"It's no use being stuck."

Narnoir has gone so far as to frighten me. The alien knight who stops the hand of the attack and stands up, with only its numerous eyes, is following Miliu's movements.

"The very fact that you're up and flying around like this is an anomaly."

"So is that."

Miliu admitted with a bitter smile. You're absolutely right. The very time of life left over from this slight is an anomaly, and I'm glad to call it an anomaly.

"But it's too late."

Too late, you can say.

Miliu's battle readiness is perfectly close. He scattered pieces of the Laversoul blade throughout the vast area between the sword gods and succeeded in rebuilding the magnetic junction. Now I could fly around freely anywhere on the battlefield, and I have already done so.

I thought if I continued to fly around accelerating, I would be able to escape Narnoir's eyes, but that seemed shallow.

No matter how accelerated, Narnoir's gaze never came off Miliu.

That's not why slaughter with a giant sword is inevitable.

If Narnoir tried to wield a giant sword, Miliu should have taken immediate evasive action in response to that slaughter. Only then can the slash and shock waves be easily deflected.

And activate pseudo-magic.

As long as Narnoir concentrated on Miliu, she must have failed to deal with it. The blade fragment group was building the surgical ceremony as Miliu willed and completing pseudo-magic, waiting for that moment when she would activate it.

At the moment of activation, the blinking light drew a helix, converging over Narnoir's head. Shortly after Narnoir crossed the giant sword to shelter his head, a pseudo-magical light poured down like lightning, and the giant sword was foolish, swallowing Narnoir's very body.

Blinking eyes and an awesome explosion sound.

Feeling the tremor of the atmosphere on his skin, Miliu manipulated the magnetism of the blade fragment group and shot himself out towards Narnoir.

I don't think Narnoir can destroy it with that degree of pseudo-magic, etc. He must be an apostle, a soldier of God. It is also clear to Miliu that, instead of being equal to God, he has more power than the concomitant gods.

It's just dazzling.

I wanted a temporal respite just to dive into Narnoir's nostalgia.

As long as Narnoir was wielding a giant sword, there was no room in between. It is no exaggeration to speak of the kingdom of the sword. A number of sword flashes, like the storm itself, filled the space without gaps and consequently protected Narnoir.

Then you can't help approaching Narnoir.

Why Miliu is bound by the proximity to Narnoia, because it has been found that it cannot be destroyed by pseudo-magic of the maximum power exercisable as it stands.

No matter how powerful pseudo-magic can be beaten from the outside, it can damage Narnoir, but it's healing back to normal in the next moment.

That makes no more sense than having to destroy the "nucleus”.

To destroy the flesh with a constant streak of pseudo-magic and extinguish the “nucleus" is wrong to squander spiritual power with such a thing because there is overwhelmingly not enough firepower.

There is never much time left, no spiritual strength, no life.

Not a single piece can go to waste.

"Dazzle the pseudo-magic and dive into my nostalgia, do you? But."

It was just after Miliu slipped into his time that Narnoir regretted a few things.

"That won't prevent my sword strike."

Even as Narnoir told me like an ultimatum, there was nothing like Miliu's spine freezing or being attacked by the cold.

That's what I knew.

It must have been to use a group of flight-backed flying swords and poke a void when Narnoir was having trouble just waving his arms so far, and in fact, the right thing happened. In other words, countless flying swords were waiting for Milius, who slipped into Narnoir's time.

Front, back, left, right, top, bottom - all around, all directions, angles, tens of millions of swords had surrounded Miliu. I didn't even have enough space for her to move. If you move even slightly, your skin must be mutilated and blood flowing.

Exactly a desperate predicament.

"You think you can stop me from doing this?

Miliu, in return to Narnoia, ordered Laversoul: In response to the signal oscillated from the pattern, the blade piece manipulates the magnetic force and produces a repulsive force. Intense power to bounce Milyu off the spot. The last flight to dive into Narnoir's nostalgia and reward him with one arrow.

"No way."

What does it mean that Narnoir raised a voice somewhere similar to joy?

Miliu watched the four eyes of the Divine General shine as he jumped into the midst of countless swarms of blades. A giant sword is shaken. When Miliu jumped into his nostalgia and was torn apart, pierced, and became a mere lump of meat, he cut it from the front.

There is no alarm in Narnoia.

It can't be hands-down or anything.

It even breaks through Miliu's prospects.

But that's why there will be a gap.

(I suppose so.)

Miliu looked to Narnoir's personality as he admitted his own flesh was slicing into thin pieces, biting into a host of pains that pushed him like a flood inside his consciousness.

The fruit of an extremely high self-esteem man named Michelle Zanaf-Crowe. That was the god general Narnoir, and it was not an exaggeration when it came to everything.

So he didn't let Miliu stop him, and now he's waiting to crush Miliu's last resort before he's completely skinless.

The flesh, pierced and torn apart, is painfully preserved in the shape of the human body by the convergence of enormous magnetic forces. But I had to admit that it was no longer possible to recover overflowing blood from my whole body and that my vitality was lost at an awesome rate.

Still, Miliu gets closer to Narnoir.

Everything happens in a flash.

In an instant, Miliu broke through the siege of the Flying Sword to connect the split flesh and reach Narnoir.

And Narnoir waves down the giant sword on both arms, as if to welcome Miliu.

Miliu laughed.