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

"But what's that zama?

Dinacia, obviously, looked at this one and had a derisive look.

Many of God, including Ashtra, often look terribly like humans. Dinacia is no exception. Dinacia had the appearance of a grey-haired blonde-eyed man. The flowery light back of Lianhua shows the magnitude of his power as God. The difference in power with Ashtra can be described as enormous. Most of all, no matter how big the difference in power as a god is, Ashtra will never be jealous of Dinasia for it. What is the difference in God's power, in other words, can be called the difference in man's faith heart.

Ashtra, who is worshipped as an evil god, and Dinasia, who is believed as a god who directs life. Which would be easier for man to believe, the latter. The absolute number of human beings trying to believe in evil gods, evil gods, is by no means high.

But that's why there's no point.

God and God will not be settled, even if they are hostile, will fight, and have done all they can to each other.

God cannot destroy God.

Therefore Ashtra never remembered the agitation, even now that she had fulfilled her unexpected encounter with Dinacia. I just doubt Dinacia's expression. Why does he have a pitiful look on his face?

Why do you look like that?

Dinacia slowly descended, looking surprised.

"This is..."

Ashtra tried to explain, but stopped. What did you say, it's just an excuse. On top of that, when it comes to making contact with the black spear Setuna, becoming a battle, being hurt, etc., Dinacia just laughs at me. God must not be overwhelmed by humans. God never loses to man. Just as God cannot destroy God, it is absolute jurisprudence. It is a fundamental law of the world, and it can be called a code. Man does not beat God, God is always present above man. That's why Ashtra still thought it was impossible.

Yes, I didn't lose to humans.

Black Spear - Defeated by the Demon King's Wand.

The pain that afflicts your whole body must be the potency of the Demon King's wand. The power of the “demon” is poisoning and eroding God's flesh, wielding fierceness. I had no other idea, although I had doubts that there would be poisons and such that would not disappear no matter how much flesh was reconstructed or transformed. That's why he amplifies his anger and hatred for Setuna and keeps vomiting curse words.

Dinacia narrowed her eyes as if she had guessed something, looking at Ashtra's flesh, which had enlarged over trial and error to remove the poison.

"Oh... you know what?"

"What... what..."

Ashtra was uncomfortable with Dinacia's expression and words. Because that wasn't a reaction to feeling the power of the Demon. “Demons” are worthy of compatibility for all gods and can be called “enemies” of all gods. If Dinasia had felt a “demon” from Ashtra's flesh, she would have asked Ashtra about the source of the power of the “demon”. “Demons” are no other personnel for Dinacia either.

Dinacia has still vomited unexpected words.

You're cursed.

He had a chilling voice.

"You must have cursed a human being. You are.

It sounds cold, isolating Ashtra and Dinasia.

Ashtra looked up to Dinacia and tried to understand the meaning of his pronounced words. No, I know the meaning of the word itself. Ashtra just doesn't know why we're stuck with that. Whether it's even packed. It even seems to be simply frightened.

"There's no way I don't know because God is a god... have I cursed you? I can see you were driven by some anger. How much did they hunt you down? How much unusual ugliness did you expose?

Dinasia mocked Ashtra. Ashtra glanced at Dinacia and tried to make it, but Dinacia laughed even more coldly at him like that and stepped back. An unconsciously stretched giant arm cuts off the sky.

No, isn't it as ugly as it is now?

"You... fool me!

Scream.

Such a feeling, as the voice is out of its throat, strikes Ashtra in dissonance.

"What have you done, what have you done? You will not reach me."

Dinacia's appearance dazzled me. Between God and God, there is no such thing as feeling divine. It's the difference in character. God is God. There was no such thing as a blinding god in divine authority. Yet Ashtra now felt dazzled by the divine authority issued by Dinasia and even awed. It was a feeling I didn't understand. Doubts boil like floods, confusion ensues. I increasingly don't know who what's happening to me. I wasn't just poisoned by “demons”. Then it is impossible to be frightened by the divinity of Dinacia.

Dinacia told me quietly.

"You are no longer God."

"What......!?

He turned his voice back.

Shooting at Dinacia's chilling sloths, at that moment he knew that Dinacia's words were not lies. There is no way that God can lose as God gazes. Even if Dinacia is more superficial, even if there is a severe difference in power. Being a genus of God means that. And you'll also see how barren the battle of the gods is with that one thing. I can't settle for the battle of the gods.

But Ashtra succumbed to one of Dinasia's gazes.

At that moment he had to acknowledge Dinacia's words that he was no longer God. You can't scream at things that are possible - such as that God is no longer God.

"God is what emerges by one prayer. Blessing one is not a curse. When God curses one, God can no longer be God. That's the law.

Dinacia, go on. Chill. Preach the fundamental laws of this world.

"You must have forgotten that jurisprudence too much to look down on one. That's nothing but your demeanor. It's not anyone's fault, it's you."

"That I am no longer God... that I am...!

That's what I'm saying.

"What a fool......! Behold, this overflowing divine authority...!

It's just power.

Dinacia's voice is just cold.

"Well, let's admit it's better than any creature in the world. But your power, which has fallen from God, cannot transcend the walls of dimension."

"Don't be ridiculous......!

Ashtra just screamed. I know what Dinacia said. I know, but whether it's acceptable or not is another story. What's wrong with God cursing one? No, you're not. It was not man he cursed in the first place. A “demon” with a human appearance. There's nothing wrong with that. I didn't make any mistakes. Because God cursed, “demons” became “demons”. What is the problem in trying to curse again? “God” and “demon” are not beings that curse, hate, and destroy each other?

Various thoughts in Ashtra roar and erupt from his throat.

God never speaks fleshly. Even that, Ashtra was unthinkable.

"I am God...! The great things, the great rulers, the shadow kings, my descent from the throne of God, called the organizers of the night, etc...!

"If that's what you look like, it's a big deal... don't you see?"

"What...!

Astra stripped countless teeth out of Dinacia's irony. The innumerable fangs lining the jaws protruding greatly were sharp and pointy, a covenant that they would chew through no matter how hard metal or matter if they were anything other than God. And while its appearance, covered in a black-colored outer skin, was still a black dragon, there was no way Ashtra could see herself. There is blood on my head. For Ashtra, who even had flesh when she was God but often lost her calm because of it, there was no way she could remain calm while she lost being God and fell into a low-dimensional existence.

When I realized that the pain that was causing his whole body was not “demon” poison or anything else, but a fallen heaven from the genus of God, something in Ashtra made a noise and broke.

It's Ashtra. It was once a part of Vashtara with me. No, there's no reason to leave you alone, not even God anymore, and there's no reason to keep you alive. He betrayed us and fled. You'll get your reward. "

"Don't be ridiculous!

Are you kidding me? You're kidding me. "

Dinacia was just chilling. But that ruthless reaction only makes Ashtra's emotions so fiercely expensive.

"Forget the truth about God, and curse one. There are more jokes than you."

"Whoa, whoa...!

Astra was no longer even able to control her instincts. It moves its swollen flesh many times as its instincts go and strikes Dinacia. The battle between God and God is barren and never settled. But if Ashtra is no longer a god, then the story is different. If it is the power of the ungodly, it cannot be said that there is no chance that it will reach God.

A wave of immense arms caused a storm and produced a number of tornadoes, but was gently tempered by Dinacia. Dinasia, fleeing over, looks down at Ashtra and tells her chilly.

"No matter how powerful it may be, it is powerless before God."

Ashtra, roaring, unleashed her power. Divine power strikes Dinasia as a myriad of fireballs. Dinacia didn't even try to avoid it. He even laughs thinly at the looming mass of fireballs at present.

I don't even have to use God's power against you right now.

A little wind blew.

"What...!?

Ashtra was stunned that countless fireballs had been blown up by the way. Then, perceive multiple signs and circle your gaze. Seven lights were seen flying towards Ashtra.

"My arrows are growing well."

One light pierced Ashtra's flesh as an arrow. A blow through the belly from the back. Awesome pain would be for transforming from God's body to just flesh. The fact that I am no longer a god means that every feeling is no longer special. I felt gravity, I felt fatigue, I felt pain in my flesh. He spread his wings as he reconstructed his flesh in the pain of death. Finally, I realized what I had become.

Black dragon.

"If the arrow of a god is to fight the devil, he deserves to talk about you transformed into a wicked dragon."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Ashtra squeezed all her power and shone through the void.

I thought I had to get out of here anyway. Get away from Dinacia as soon as you can. Otherwise, they will be wiped out of the ground by the power of Dinacia. Before the power of God, nothing but God is powerless.

Angry, but somewhere calm, thought forced him to hit the run. Dinacia hates. I hate it as much as I want to destroy it, but I can't stand it as it stands. Face it, it will only destroy you. There is no way Dinacia can condone the enemy.

You have to run.

It's a shame. Why should I, who should have been God, be pursued by God?

He roared toward cloudy weather.

The cloud tore open, and I saw seven lights.