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

"What are you talking about earlier?"

Nardolas' voice was loud, strong and fierce not only breaking through his tympanic membrane.

It's enough to get into Ruufa's head and shake his brain hard. Again, I suppose it can be called the power of the "voice of God”. Some may lose consciousness just because of that loud voice. “The Voice of God," it's no wonder that much has happened.

"Finally, you can't even turn your head, Ruufa"

"... oh"

I didn't deny it.

In fact, thoughts are not clear. It doesn't even refresh my consciousness because of the pain that irritates my whole body. It's not an exaggeration when it comes to dying. I'm not smart enough to turn my head even in that condition.

But if that's not why you're desperate, then you're not abandoning yourself.

Instead, you don't have to think about it.

There is one thing to do.

One thing you can do.

Then you just have to think about it, and you just have to do it.

"Well...... but why don't we praise what we've endured so far"

"It turns out you're not just a person."

"No, not anywhere"

"Kind of Greatest Warrior"

"Ancient and now unrivaled warriors"

"... that's fine."

I guess many of the words of praise emanating from Nardolas' mouth were in his heart. but to Ruufa, it didn't matter. It's not a cheap heart to be rocked by that. More importantly, not if you're asking me that.

I'm dying.

Not if you're spending your time for no reason.

So he told me.

"I stand here to kill you."

"... yet, don't give up"

"Give up? Impossible."

Ruufa laughed with her nose. Heavy pain is running through your body, but even that is far from despair. He's alive. Alive, standing. Then there's no reason to give up.

"I'm Ruufa Zenon-Bargasar, Deputy Director of Lion's Tail."

What floated behind my brain were the many battles of the Lion's Tail era, the appearance of a man who would never give up and take the lead, no matter what hellish battlefield. The appearance of a black spear and pushing it against the enemy was more reliable and brave than anyone else present in the world.

Just remember what it looks like, it's exciting.

"Whatever the circumstances, I'll never give up."

Ruufa changed the silphide feather from coat form to flying wing form.

Nardolas made it happen.

"... then only smash it"

Wind blade.

"Flaming arrow."

It's a rock spear.

Ice hammer.

Four mouths, other than the torso, uttered “the voice of God," a magical word. The blades of the wind, the arrows of the flames, the spears of the rocks, the hammers of the ice, fill all directions and kill them.

I can't avoid it.

There is no need to avoid it.

Wings, now is the time to wake up and cover the world.

Ruufa unleashed the full power of Silfed Feather.

It is exactly synonymous with burning life, and he was subjected to a recoil that he had never felt before in ability activation. There was a feeling of heat, pain, and burning from the inside to the outside of the body, as if blood had suddenly boiled all over the body.

"Whatever you do, it's no use."

As Nardolas shouted, the blade of the wind and the arrow of the flame filled Ruufa's sight. The distance was quickly packed and was no longer close to sight - it was then.

Feathers, danced.

The attack of Ruufa and Nardolas, a white feather rose in its confines.

That's not just one thing. Countless rose and filled his sight, and in fact, Ruufa's sight was filled by wings. And the pure white wings that filled his sight received the flaming arrows and wind blades looming in front of him, protecting Ruufa.

It's not just an attack from the front.

It was the countless wings that emerged from nowhere that protected Ruufa from multiple attacks that killed him in all directions, up, down, left and right, from all directions. Both the hammers of ice that came down from overhead and the spears of rock that jumped out of the ground were taken by the wings and prevented from reaching Ruufa.

Ruufa was able to withstand the onslaught intact by sacrificing two or three wings, even if they were unacceptable.

Defensive barriers by thousands of wings. Winged armor. Wing junction. Ripped by wind blades, burned by flaming arrows, crushed by ice hammers and pierced by rock spears, they still protect Ruufa. Iron wall formations. It is instantly enhanced, accelerated expansion, increased density and transformed into a fortress of intransigence.

Far beyond his sight, blocked by countless wings, he could see Nardolas.

The eyes that were no longer sumptuous regained their strength, their hearing, their sense of smell, their sense of touch - all their senses rose.

Only the number of wings increases in strength.

That's what makes Silfed Feather the essence, the true price.

And its wings were in the midst of an infinite appearance from the ground around Ruufa. It's not just the area. It rapidly widens its range, breaking through not only the ground of stripping, but also the intact floor, widening its wings greatly.

The emergence and proliferation of explosive wings.

thereby strengthening the physical abilities and sensory organs of Ruufa.

That's the liver of this ability.

"I just added more wings, the same thing. Rip it!"

"Blow it up!"

"Crush it!"

"Twist it!"

"Break it!

The "voice of God” uttered by the five mouths of Nardolas shook the world, sounding as though it were, appearing more than the earth, instantly slicing, blasting, crushing, twisting and breaking through and showing the many wings blooming like flowers. Thousands of wings, in an instant.

With fewer wings, Ruufa's ability decreases. but Ruufa, he didn't even care. To that extent, it no longer even involves pulling the legs of amplified abilities.

And.

"The world is made of wings"

Each piece of feather scattered from the wings destroyed by the “voice of God” was seedbed, and new wings were born, and the number of wings doubled at once. Only the number of wings scattered increased, so naturally. As a result, Ruufa's abilities are also enhanced.

And the increased wings overlapped multiple times in the intractable fortress that covered Ruufa, repeatedly building and remodeling it, eventually turning it into a giant made of wings.

All the giant bodies so small that Nardras, who became a "true sacrament” and became enormous, were made of wings. The head, the torso, the shoulders, the arms, the hips, the feet, everything is a winged giant built with wings. The giant wings grown from the back also consisted of countless wings, whose number increased the power of Silfed Feather.

When the winged giant was complete, Ruufa caught Nardolas far beneath his eyes. Ruufa and the winged fortress that surrounds him is the heart of the winged giant, but Ruufa's point of view is on the head of the winged giant. All the wings were connected to the feeling of Ruufa, and therefore it was free to put the point of view where.

For example, it could also be turned into a viewpoint seen from any of the countless wings that fill half of the earth.

"... is that the true power of Silfed Feather"

"That's right. Nardolas, this is what Sylphide Feather and I are capable of."

The winged giant, who walked out with affirmation, tried to crush Nardolas in that step.

Nardolas broke his face.