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

You know that's what we call a black spear or a chaos bringer, a substitute for what we call the wand of the Demon King?

The Goddess's gaze was poured on the black spear.

"Oh. I heard enough to have an octopus in my ear."

"... the wand of the Demon King has the power to destroy us, the Divine Genus"

I know that.

Setuna nodded in her chest as she saw a disastrous appearance by the destructive of the black spear. At the end of his training in hell, Setuna learned the essence of the black spear. The black spear is called the Wand of the Demon King, so be it. Knowing that he was exactly what he deserved to be called the Wand of the Demon King, Setsuna thought he had to know why the gods were so obsessed.

Vashtara said Mauau was a collection of gods.

And there may be many other gods divided from Vashtara, like Ashtra and Mauau, lurking somewhere in the world. If Ashtra and Mauau are the only ones trying to destroy Setuna, the user of the Demon King's wand, you should have known, however, if there were other reasons for the gods to enmity the Demon King's wand. Just because I found out doesn't mean what happens, but it would be better than not knowing.

Ignorance is a sin.

"A god is a genus of God that is inherently immutable. Indestructible, indestructible. Absolutely invincible. Born by human prayer and present to bless man, we will not perish unless human prayer is constant. No matter how you are exposed to harsh attacks. That is why we will not perish, trying to be struck with enough power to destroy the world. As long as we pray, we will remain."

It must be the nature of God that Mauau has been insignificant.

Prayer.

Mivula was also a presence expressed by one voice seeking salvation. A voice for salvation would be a prayer. It manifests itself by prayer and increases its power by prayer - that is what the gods are all about. Therefore, as long as there is prayer, it is immortal. And it is also something that is so, such as the constant prayer of God that once faith begins. They live and exist for hundreds and thousands of years.

But only the Demon King's wand, no. It is the wand of the Demon King who can ignore the prayers of one and destroy God himself. Therefore, we, the genus of God, cannot tolerate the existence of the wand of the Demon King. "

Mauau's sharp gaze pours into Setuna. The moment there was an eye, so much power that she was about to be fascinated still indicates that she was a God of mighty power. It will be because of the power of the great God that Mauau has, that he is about to lose his mind to fight while in conversation with her. Of course, that's not all.

Setuna was no longer allowed the need to fight Mauau.

"We manifest ourselves in the prayer of one. It is our raison d 'être to hear one's prayers and to rest one's heart. Reason for existence. You cannot be destroyed by the wand of the Demon King without fulfilling its purpose."

"So you shot me without question or mercy."

It's not the same.

"Hmm?"

"If no questions asked, I've already cut it off"

"... well then"

Setuna, Mauau's statement was crazy and she didn't want to laugh. But she's right. If there's no question, there's no way they're going to answer Setsuna's questions or questions like this. It's no surprise you were sinking every ship, and you don't have a hand in not doing so. Or you could have taken the passengers hostage and taken Setuna's freedom of movement. But Mauau didn't take those hands. On the contrary, he even waited for the ship to leave combat territory.

Mauau may be an extremely human-friendly god among gods.

So, I guess.

Setuna had stopped wanting to fight Mauau. I wonder if there's a way to get the spear together somehow.

"You're a sweet God."

"Hmm...?

I don't feel the point of fighting you.

"Even if that doesn't make sense, I do. The Wand of the Demon King and his men are a threat to us."

"Even if I don't hurt you?

You want me to trust that word?

Mauau lurked his eyebrows, but his beauty would not be compromised.

"I don't know what happened. I just saw it in Kuon's memory. One's memory is altered like a good one. Sure enough, he might be a believable person from the bottom of his heart for Quon."

Mauau's casual words conveyed the Setuna review in Quon, and he couldn't help but feel the strange velvety. I knew that Quon trusted me about Setuna. I never thought you were putting your faith from the bottom of your heart enough to look like that in God's eyes.

But to me, it was just a hostile.

"It just has the potential to be hostile, I guess"

The Wand of the Demon King is an enemy.

I'm a human being.

So what is it?

Mauau has been intimidating me about what happened. After all, there was only God, and in that case the force was tremendous, and Setuna was about to lose her sense of equilibrium, under the shock of a current running all over her body. I fall dangerously into the sea, and I get back on my feet.

"Because you're human, what is it? Though he is certainly one child, he is no stranger to being the summoner of the Demon King's wand and the sole user of the Demon King's wand. If you acknowledge the existence of such a thing, you must also acknowledge the atrocities committed by the wand of the Demon King."

"Why does that happen? I wanted to discuss it with you."

Discuss it with me, huh? You have a demon king's wand?

Mauau looked surprised.

"It's funny. That would have been the use of the Demon King's wand. God's enemy. And yet you want to discuss it with me? Why?"

"Why, well, then, you're a god of speech."

"Hmm..."

"I want to avoid avoidable battles as much as I can. I'm sick of killing each other for nothing."

That word of Setuna was not a lie or a lie. I mean it. It's not just about fighting God. I wanted to avoid all avoidable battles. I believe that we have never gone beyond that if we can settle this in negotiations. Thousands or tens of thousands of lives have been claimed so far. That's why countless lives have been sucked by this black spear. Regardless, they are by the will of Setuna. Setuna's hand has taken his life. Sure, a lot of battles were orders from above, but it's me who's been putting my hands down directly. It is not the hands of the commander that stain the blood, but the hands of the doer.

And it was also the mind of the executor, not the ordainer, that the hole was empty.

Every time I kill one, there's a hole in my heart.

There are no longer holes in my mind that I can't remember, such as the shape of my mind. There was only emptiness there, and both the sense of accomplishment and the joy of victory could disappear and be lost. Where would it be, such as passion?

There is no way we can find out what it means to fight for nothing, or what it means to kill without darkness.

Whoever your opponent is, you want to avoid avoidable fights at all costs.

Perhaps Setuna came to think so because she went through the senseless battle of the final war.

In that battlefield, one died pointlessly.

I killed him pointlessly.

A fight-out of results.

Setuna's resistance meant nothing.

I just hit the battlefield with no place to go anger. I just wanted a place to die. As a result, tens of thousands of lives were scattered. I took tens of thousands of lives.

With this hand.

Setuna, holding a spear in her left hand, opened her right palm. The palm wrapped in black leather gloves should be stained with blood. Unwiped blood stained under the skin.

"I'm tired."

I also know that we still have to fight.

This world is still in the middle of chaos,

The battle of Setuna will not be over until the perpetrators of that confusion are removed.

Therefore, I wanted to avoid a meaningless battle.

It is no longer necessary to turn all gods against enemies so that not all men are enemies.