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

(Again...)

Ruufa woke up her body, vomiting blood reflexes.

Being knocked over the earth from far away broke some of the bones and caused tremendous pain all over my body, but that's not a big deal if that's all. I've already been struck by lightning strikes on my back, and the pain is far better than that. I have to assume it was something that didn't die well, but that and this, thanks to Silfed Feather.

The countless wings that cover your entire body are cushioning every shock. That's why I can live like this.

If you look up, Nardolas, transformed into a “true sacrament," is floating far away. I'm getting a war axe, but that's not a real weapon. It is the mouth of the lion on his torso and shoulders, on both knees, that is the true weapon of Nardolas “true sacrament” and I am glad to say the threat itself.

A series of attacks that did not allow hair in earlier would be due to the fact that each of the five mouths emitted a "voice of God”. However, it was not concurrent. It was a concerted attack of tremendous speed, but there was a time difference. This may not mean that “the voice of God” can be activated at the same time in five places.

"Arrow."

"Sword."

"Axe."

"Spear."

"The wand."

(Ha)

The moment he heard the simultaneous voice from Nardolas' entire body mouth, Ruufa flew away from the scene with all his might as he withdrew his foreword. I wondered if countless arrows had flown in, the rain of the sword pouring from above, the hand axe killing from all sides of the perimeter, and the spear jumping out of the ground. And the scepter appeared out of nowhere, and emitted a light bullet, so the circumference of Luufa became like hell.

Ruufa immediately changed the way he handled it. I mean, instead of avoiding it, you covered your whole body with countless wings. By wrapping hundreds and thousands of wings together, they become fortresses, withstanding and surpassing the onslaught of arrows, swords, spears and axes. One wing and another will be destroyed, but it is not intolerable.

(If this stops you, so be it.)

There can't be any such thing.

Ruufa heard further voices as her wings were stripped.

"Light."

It was the moment when the quintessential chant of dissonance reached Ruufa's ear. A fortress of wings broke through by a muscle of light pouring from all directions, some of which pierced Ruufa's arms and feet.

(You screwed up)

Inside, as I threw up, I unraveled my wing fortress in severe pain. The wing fortress was good for protecting itself from the hordes of weapons embodied in the "voice of God," but also had serious shortcomings. It means it stops moving on the spot. That was an obvious weakness, and I couldn't complain about being sniped off by Nardras. That's what I knew. Still, in my judgment, I had to.

The result was a situation where both arms and legs were pierced by light. Fortunately, my arms and legs remained connected, and even if I was a thousand cuts, there are others that I'm glad I just had my arms and legs. If they had pierced my head, that would have been it.

That's the biggest drawback of the wing fortress.

Covering my wings around me makes me invisible around.

If the attack is to the extent of stripping the outer peripheral wings, it will still be irrelevant if it penetrates the thick wing barrier and reaches the central ruufa as well.

That's not the case with all those powerful attacks and such, but using a wing fortress became the biggest bad hand than Nardolas could have easily found out.

I might as well have focused on avoiding it with all my might.

(No...)

Even that, what happens.

Nardras' mouth moved.

It's a disease.

"It's a fire."

"Purple electricity."

"It's fog ice."

"Flash."

A quintessential chant of different sounds triggered five events at the same time. When the shockwave caught Ruufa flying high and high, and knocked him back to the ground, a wide area of earth burned. An electric shock of rain mixed there, and then both electric and thermal frozen. And by the bright light, all the wings were smashed.

Ruufa was dying because of the impact he had been struck by the earth, and because of the electric heat storm and whether he had bathed. I have a hard breath because I reduced my pain with Silfed Feather, but all its wings, too, have been destroyed.

Sometimes you can't move while lying on the ground because your body is frozen.

Five consecutive attacks with no intermittent hair by the "voice of God" had no means of confrontation, as it stands. I've just added more wings to Silfed Feather's abilities again, and the results are visible. Again, it would be just as torn away and lying on the ground.

(... not finished)

Still, Ruufa didn't mean to give up. Move your arms forcefully, pull your body off the ground, and get up. I was dazzled. My whole body hurts severely. The number of broken bones may have doubled. About that time, the pain was turning around.

(I can't believe it ends like this)

It's so miserable that I can even think it's a miracle that I could have stood up. Full-bodied creativity. There was no such thing as a scratch-free area, and my vision was sumptuous. Thoughts are not even clear.

(I can't die. You can't die)

I don't see Nardras.

That would be so. The wings of the Sylphide Feather have been destroyed. It is impossible to see in its eyes that the side effect of the reinforcement of the senses by the summoning armies is to capture the divine generals who are far and away more than no longer able to benefit. But I know I'm ahead of my gaze.

Nardolas doesn't have to hide in Ruufa's blind spot on purpose.

Ruufa doesn't see the status quo, the winning muscle.

Nardolas should understand that best.

"Emil."

Ruufa noticed words coming out of her mouth that should have been crushed in her chest, but she no longer cared. My body and mind were all worn out, and it wasn't nearly there.

"I promised to come back to you. Promised. I made a promise. I did."

Only the appearance of Emil floating in the back of his brain was clear. Only the figure of my beloved wife, I will not lose sight of it. Even as life burns and tries to run out, that is absolutely all.

"I have to keep my word. To that one... I can't show the captain"

It's not just a promise to return alive.

There is also a promise that I will never do anything to make Emil sad. It was a promise I made with my master, and it was also a promise I absolutely had to protect.

That also means that you will continue to live with Emil.

"Hey, Silfed Feather"

There was a reaction from Silfed Feather.

All of the wings that appeared until earlier were destroyed, but Silfed Feather is a special summoning weapon. The coat form and the wing form can be freely switched. Now, Silfed Feather was in the form of a coat, enclosing Ruufa.

It was definitely also because of that that I could stand in this way.

"Looks like the time has come to burn your life"

Sylphide Feather also understood that.

The time has come to unleash the power gained through the final trials.