Black Summoner

- - Heart of the Evil God/Holy Grail Divine Area (Holy Charis)

At the time Effil started fighting with Dezesgray over it, Gerard was also engaged in a fierce battle on the ground with the Centaur type weapon, Cyan Lane. Gérard crosses with skillful swordsmanship and shields against Cyanlaine, who is as fierce as a rampant horse.

Cyan Lane's basic tactic is a lance charge from an unreadable and rugged run of orbit. The heavy shield and one arm that had it was blown up by Effil, but for lighter weight, the simple speed and power is increasing. But Gerard and the fierce with the highest power and endurance within Kelvin's party. Cyan Lane's thrust and protruding spears were perfectly captured and misplaced all the way to the counter. The body of Cyan Lane, more robust than Blu-rage, leaves behind a good number of sword claw marks.

"GUOOON......"

Cyan Lane spits out the exhaust gas as it is hit by pouring rain. Oddly enough, it sounded like Cyanlaine was screaming.

"Hmm, apparently I can pay back what I owe you in life. Let me get rid of this guy like this. After that, Lord, Zildra!

"That's very prestigious. But I don't think you attacked Cianlaine with that."

"What?"

After Jildra's words, there was a sound called pakipaki. It's from around Cianlaine. If you look, the floor painted with scowl is frozen, forming rain ice. The gas that erupted from Cyan Lane was frozen without exception.

"Looking at the data so far, it doesn't seem to work for my daughter and you. That's why I've changed my mind. Its fuselage is equipped with a powerful cooling device, the opposite of high heat. Well, what happens?

Cianlaine rolls out the lance charge again. Everything in the past had turned into a world of ice, and if you gazed, a similar gas had been released from the spear.

"Huh!

So what's the matter, Gerard slashes his enemies with the Devil's Sword when they rush in? Strong blow to the torso area with a knife that rips off a large spear that released a puncture and returns it. It sounds like metal bursting, tall. But shallower than I expected.

(This is...)

The joint of Gerrard's armor, crushing something bakiri every time he moves there.

"It's something more immobile than I thought, isn't it? Rainwater entering the armor gap is frozen, limiting your movements. If we don't settle this soon, we're gonna get even duller, okay?

"Gu......!

Cianlaine approaches as she grinds frozen ice with her horse's hoof. With all that gas scattered, there's no way that Cyanlaine herself is restricted in action. Perhaps it is a machine built assuming this situation. But there can be no such function attached to Gerrard's armor, which relentlessly freezes the scowls that continue to descend.

"So what's up!

"... ho"

Kickin 'Kickin' Kickin 'and the sword trident you can go on, one after another. Though lacking in agility, they are nevertheless able to fight each other with Cianlaine. The ice that enters the gap of armor is certainly a pain in the ass, but it can move much better than being placed in this frozen world with a living body. I don't feel the cold, I don't feel the paralysis in my hands. Some fights were conceived that assumed disadvantage, and for Gerrard, who has trained toward it, it does not lead to any upset.

"Ha!"

And armor, but therefore tireless. No matter how many times you cross a sword, the sword muscle can go any crazier than that.

"Cianlaine"

Was that a signal, a magic concentrates on the spear of a human horse called by name? It was obvious that the air drifting around the spear was sucking in the rain and trying to do something big.

"Gerard, I can see your power by looking at the raven as well. That's great stuff, it's like someone else from the time of Tricene. But at that rate, this is inevitable?

Cianlaine spears gush far more gas than ever before. It was further separated into four pieces from the spear tip to the root, overflowing with pungent ice from the separated gap. A special blow to him, Gerard feels that way.

- This past few seconds, Gerard had received a reading from Effil.

"Mr. Gérard, beware of the falling rocks and all the others. I will destroy this rain '

"Nano!?

At this time! I want to scream, but if the rain stops, there will be no rain water in my armor. Gérard considered this an opportune occasion on the contrary. And when Cianlaine's spear deforms, it falls.

- There's a pale, burning meteorite.

"Effil, rockfall! Stone drop! '

Until then Gerard, who had pierced his normal mind, also rushes out to this of the boulders. But the rain did stop, and all the ice that had inhibited Gerard by the heat of the debris that had fallen also melted.

"Mm-hmm. Cianlaine, leave me alone."

"GUOOO!"

The heat of the flames had begun to melt to the ice of the great spear and the ice, which was sharp. No more time to hang, and under Zildra's decree, Cianlaine sticks her spear up against Gerard. The swollen ice pushed the spear tips one after the other, becoming a distorted form of ice spear and approaching Gerrard.

"Is that your wife's hand from a hurry? Sounds powerful, but the gap is huge. - Heavenly Wreck (Tenggai)!

Magic swirling black on the blade of the Devil's Sword Darin Slave. A pitch-black slaughter released from a sword swept through thrust the ice spears as they swallowed, turning them round into an improved destructive force and an expansion in size. When a monster unrelated to reluctance reached Cianlaine's right arm, the next moment there was no human horse figure boasting a giant, leaving only four hooves stranded on the floor. The heavenly devastation (Tenggai), which crashed into the walls of the workshop, continued to devour the walls and disappeared into the darkness in search of further prey.

"Hmm. I didn't think you could keep running like that, but you don't know what's going to happen. It's Jildra, right?

Point the sword tip of the Devil's Sword at Zildra, and Gerrard gives him a stare.

"Your prized golem has been bombed. I don't think you have any more wins, but are you still going to continue to resist?

Effil, who was fighting over it, also seemed to have won, descending with the heads of eight multi-headed firedragons (Pyrohydra).

"Hmm... I don't want victory or anything. I want to take data and validate the process, not be bound to victory or defeat. If you win, you further develop, if you lose, you just try another way."

"Seems indifferent besides much research, but as a messenger of God, is that it?

"No, it's my personal idea. Fortunately, the order placed on me by the deputy has already been reached. Then all you have to do is let me do what I want. I've lived to create creatures that line up with God."

"... then that ends here too. You have scorned people's emotions too much for your personal desires. Let me take vengeance."

"Watch it, Jildra."

Jildra can be pointed at a burning arrow and a pitch-black sword. But he was laughing. As if to say that Effil and the others are talking about something very strange.

"Cook... you're really gonna say something funny. Contempt your emotions? On the contrary. I am not scorning my emotions. Rather, I feel great potential in its power. I've lived too long, which is why I know so many of those cases. Especially when the stronger the bond of heart, the more powerful it is when your loved ones are hurt."

"... what are you trying to say?

"You want me to see it. Power beyond your limits, out of reason. If I did, I might have an idea that I personally wouldn't have thought of."

"You -"

That's when Gerard called me, and Effil threw up blood. "... Huh?" and Effil himself doesn't seem to know what happened. Jildra is just laughing.

"Disease is a scary thing. Whether you are a formidable warrior or a great brave man, you will be the cause of most of that period. There would have been a green glass case that Cianlaine was kicking in, wouldn't there? Come on, Gerard. I wonder what that is?