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

My whole body is screaming.

Death screams.

a cry equal to death itself,

Every part of me, from the toenail tip of my foot to the heavenly edge of my head, is experiencing pains that are hard to exhaust on my brush tongue. Running around on the skin and beneath the skin, those sores are also easy to call severe pain and do not fit the reality. I scratched my whole body and wanted to root out the cause of all sores from top to bottom of my skin.

I woke up, I just got up, that's it.

"Worst."

Faria confirmed that when she snapped in a fed up mood, the words she uttered clearly reached her ears, trembling her tympanic membranes and reaching into her brain. My voice was rubbing slightly upwards, but otherwise, I wouldn't mind.

Such a tragic situation made it possible to pronounce words accurately. Nothing more.

If there's anything good to be done, it's against this whole body of pain. The sharp and devastating pain is uninterrupted, but it strikes the whole body like a wave to return. Do something about them.

"What...?

What a surprise to see Nargareth look at. There can't be a facial expression or anything like that. What he thinks, what he thinks, what he feels - I don't know that clearly, but I can only understand that he is confused by Faria's statement.

That, I guess.

Nor did Falia know how he felt.

Nargareth was supposed to have killed Faria. By an overwhelming onslaught that had no gaps, no mercy, no forgiveness existed, he hurt, damaged, and took Faria's flesh without complete skin. My consciousness is broken and my heart must have stopped.

Therefore, the whole body is experiencing unusual fever, and a flood of pain is coming.

"It's the worst wake-up call I've ever had."

Faria identified Nargareth as her enemy.

No, that's what I knew from the beginning. From that time before confrontation, we knew that he was close to the Lion God Emperor and that standing up as the enemy of the Phalia could also be a battle. And when I confronted him, I recognized that he was an enemy to be killed.

But somewhere in my mind, there was some sentiment for the Laxus present in Nargareth, a fact I couldn't deny.

So he was killed.

Most of all, I could affirm that it was clear even in this obscure and inaccurate state of thought that even if we did not have any sentiments and fought with all our might, we ended up with the same result. The ability of Nargareth, whom Faria calls "the shield of God," could not find any countermeasures or ways to open it.

It is only natural, then, to be slaughtered for nothing.

No matter, I didn't take any measures against death, I wasn't just lightly killed.

That's why we stand up like this and fight the pain that afflicts our whole body.

"... why, alive"

Nargareth snapped, as if she didn't understand that Faria was standing up.

"I should have killed him. With this power, you must have stopped your breath. I checked. Your heart stopped, your life ended. I did see and hear it with these eyes and ears. But why, he's alive. I'm standing."

I don't know what Nargareth wants.

It was also impossible for him not to be convinced. But Faria, I don't care how he feels or anything like that, it's just poisoned.

"I wonder what the immortal God will say. How much did you kill? You won't die."

"You must be human."

Maybe it was natural for Nargareth to be half-baked.

"Right. But I'm back. Come back, I'm here."

In an extremely forceful way, it was resuscitated.

I decided not to die and showed it to him.

It's not a wager or anything.

It was a definite tactic.

An operation that can only be done because you have survived the final trials of the Aurora Storm and have now grasped all your abilities.

Faria looked down at her left hand and left leg and confirmed again that they were being blown away and lost by Nargareth. It could have died of that pain, or of massive bleeding, but the direct cause of death should not have been there. Probably a shock from a hard blow to the whole body. I ate it many times, and each time I endured it, but at the end of the day, I couldn't stand it, and I began to lose my life.

Of course, the loss of his left arm and left leg probably has nothing to do with death either.

But no, my left arm and my left leg were compensated. The winged crystals of the Aurora Storm, they had gathered countless times, built arms and formed feet for me. That's not all. It was no exaggeration to say that crystals pierced all over the body of full-bodied creation and that the left half was almost covered.

And the massive amount of power flowing in from those crystals moved the stopped heart again.

It's called a heart massage.

On top of that, he circled the entire body with electricity, forcing the dead flesh and reviving every function. To see where every sensation is gradually clearer and even sharper, it's not just resurrected. It was no exaggeration to say that he was strengthened and resurrected.

But on the other hand, there was a problem.

"Still, that sounds terrible."

Faria raised her left arm made of crystals. I know you tried to recreate Faria's left arm somehow, but it wasn't perfect. It is distorted, large and irrefutable. The same goes for my left leg. It doesn't look very human foot.

It can be called a monster.

The crystals covered the left half of the body, and the other parts were compensated for by the crystals by the way, so it was natural that the whole body became a monster.

Aurora Storm Crystal Dress - but should I name it?

I was being sarcastic and it wasn't bad.

"Well, if I beat you, no one will have my wife. What the hell are you gonna do?"

"... I wonder what you're worried about, do you?"

"That's rude. It's very important."

You can call it a dead and alive issue.

Then it seemed Nargareth reflected, either because Faria's way of saying it was truly imminent.

"... excuse me. But you don't have to worry about it. You cannot beat me. [M] No matter how many times you come back, it's the same thing. It ends the same way."

To see his confident words, you can see that the shock of Faria's resurrection has no longer been drunk down.

There are no more gaps to get into.

But all that was impotent.

Faria had just come back to life and just got up. Nothing was enough to poke Nargareth's void.

"And. In case you can beat me, Your Majesty will wait ahead. [M] Your Majesty's power is not my fault."

"... there's Setuna."

Faria squeezed her left hand and told him.

"There's Setuna, there's everybody. So you can't lose."

"Hmm..."

Nargareth nods quietly.

"You'd be right."

"Yeah?"

You have Lord Setsuna.

Nargareth went with a bitter smile.

"Lord Setuna will welcome you no matter what you look like. Wouldn't you?

"... yeah, right. Exactly."

Faria affirmed what Nargareth said.