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

Just one word: armed summons.

That is the armed summons for Setsuna, a remarkable point that Setsuna is unlike any other armed summoner.

Originally, the technique of armed summoning must use an ancient line of words combined as a spell. By chanting a long spell without mistake, it is the original armed summoning technique that finally leads to activation, not the kind of cheap technology that can be remembered overnight. It was an advanced, elusive technology and, after all, not a substitute that could be handled by Setuna.

Setuna, however, can activate an armed summons with only one word: an armed summons, which brings the summoning armed into the world.

Summon armed.

It is a weapon, a protective weapon, that was summoned from a world different from the Illus Valle by means of a surgical ceremony. It goes without saying that summoning them, weapons and protective equipment of the will, and using their abilities, is the domain and power of the armed summoner. In other words, if you can summon an armed subpoena and wield its power without the use of a surgical ceremony, that's all you can call a fine armed subpoena.

(It's like a scam)

I laugh bitterly in my chest as I admit that the explosive light diffused from my entire body converges within my right hand. I feel bad for one of those guys who has built up proper training in armed subpoena, but it's also ridiculous to be reluctant to let that happen.

It was God who manifested himself in front of us.

Warren-Roon's eyes, which became God's subordinate, were unusually radiant. Golden glow. The very glory of God, which I have seen so many times before, is there. I guess the golden eyes are a testament to God's power. So did Mayura, Mivula, Ashtra and Mauau. God has golden eyes.

So what the hell is a demon with golden eyes?

Azmaria-Altemax.

Why, she has a golden eye, that she was born to destroy the Holy Emperor Miendia Raegnus-Wargrain. She has her own answers to that question, although she does not leave the realm of speculation. It's just a story that she doesn't know for herself whether that's true or not, and it's Azmarian's word that she doesn't have to know. Azmaria doesn't care if she can fulfill her purpose.

(Yes, I don't know if it's necessary for anything other than purpose.)

But if it's about its purpose, it has to be okay.

For example, if the current duel with the fighting god Rajam also has the information to do with Lyohan, Setsuna's immediate goal, it is gained by fighting, then there is nothing else but responding.

Either way, if fulfilling Rajam's wishes would be a shortcut to Lyohan, there was no other option.

Squeeze the black spear in response to the summons with your right hand. A tremendous amount of force poured in from my fingertips the moment I touched the pitch-black spear in its just disastrous shape. Enlarged consciousness. Extension of the senses. Physical abilities are raised, every sensation is amplified and sharpened. The landscape of the match venue is not the only thing projected behind Setuna's brain by it. Everything projects clearly to the end of the audience at the central arena, and floats in shape. Even the surprised and joyful look of each and every audience makes Setuna recognize it as something real, not paranoid. Using the power of black spears, it is also possible to paint an even wider range of landscapes on the back of the brain, but Setuna retained them only inside the arena. Extending the sensing range could have prevented the brain from catching up with the flood of information. The power of the black spear is immense. It's comparable to God. But Setuna, who deals with it, is only human.

In the human brain, if you pop in an unprocessable amount of information, it's something you can't handle. That's the same thing even for black spears. So, in that case, what do I do? All you have to do is make a rounding choice of the information you need. You control the information that pops into your brain by distinguishing between the information you need and the information you don't need. For example, it is now possible to maintain transparency of thought by eliminating information outside the arena of combat, but this is no longer the case when this becomes an even greater amount of information. That is why we eliminate unnecessary information and ensure that only the necessary information is available.

I do that kind of training in hell, too.

For more than two years in hell, it's never been wasted.

Even when we see the manifested God, the only thing that trembles is the body. The mind is immovable. The spirit was so forged that it was possible to control hostility to God transmitted from black spears, pure black armor.

The change in Warren-Roon's appearance, which has become a substitute, is about the color of his eyes. But the immensity of the power that dwelt within its flesh was obvious to Setuna, who held a black spear. I feel divine authority. It is also overwhelming and phenomenal, something we cannot confront unless it is a black spear.

"From this, do the fighting by me and Setuna. Anything in the match venue should stay out of it."

The Word of God, conveyed by the flesh voice of Warren-Roon, was an encouragement for the evacuation of the Fighters executives and Rem and others who came out to the match venue. Naturally. If God and the Black Spear were to clash, the game venue would be wild with its aftermath alone. No matter how much consideration Setuna takes, there's no way she can control the power of desolation. Even the audience could be in danger. And when Setuna looked around, at some point, she was noticed that a wall of divine authority stood between the match venue and the audience. Must be the power of Rajam.

"Surprisingly, it's a human thought, isn't it?

"I wonder what you mean."

Rajam smiled because that seemed normal to him. Golden eyes look straight at Setuna.

"Isn't that natural? I am God. God is born more than one prayer. Blessing one is the raison d 'être of our God. Nothing more or less."

"Instead, it wasn't like I knew what this world was going to look like."

You mean the ritual?

"Oh."

Nod.

ritual, and Rajam said.

It would mean that the Great War involving the entire continent, which the Setunas call the Final War, was nothing but ritual for the gods. Rite for the Resurrection of the Holy Emperor. ritual for the return of the gods to the world in which they should be. A ritual that takes numerous lives and is completed by an enormous amount of blood and death. Abominable and cursed ritual.

Setsuna was in the mood to fully agree with the ever-blackening emotions flowing in from the spear as well as strengthening her power to grip the pattern. The gods' selfishness almost destroyed the world. If, then, the Quons had not risked their lives to hold back the Resurrection, it goes without saying that the world would have been destroyed by the Holy King.

Even the aftermath of the resurrection failure was so devastating that the world became fragmented. It is not hard to imagine what would have happened if the Resurrection of the Holy King had been fulfilled.

I guess there was a future ahead of me that didn't stand still.

"... that's something I can't do. I, and the gods who were doing Vashtara with me, were eager for everyone to return to the world where they were meant to be. It was kept here for hundreds of years. Let's be."

"Even if this world is doomed because of it,"

"... if there is no other way, there is no other way but to do so. Wouldn't that be true? If it's for a purpose, do whatever it takes. Isn't that human?"

I won't deny it.

Rebuild the black spear and stare at Rajam. Look to Warren's flesh and to the god of struggle.

"Me and us, that's how we got here."

"If so, what is it?

"Right. Nothing."

That said, that's not why I was convinced of everything.

"Just try to expose the world to perish next time. If there's a black spear with me, I'll destroy the gods."

"It's a strong word. But I'm afraid you're not lying."

"Ha."

Setuna wanted to laugh at Rajam's behavior, which she had plenty of room for.

"You don't feel horrible or anything."

"No... there is nothing more horrible in this world than the wand of the Demon King"

When Rajam puts his right hand before his chest, God's power converges at the tip of his hand. The converging divine authority becomes light and eventually becomes matter and forms. A long sword with a liturgical decoration. Beautiful bluish body.

"It's the only power that can destroy God."

"Fighting...... what is it?

"That's right. This is a fight. Something that just bumps each other's powers and moves and decides to win or lose. There is no need to destroy each other. Besides, it's hard to be destroyed. I am the patron saint of Areutheras."

"I can't die here, either."

In that sense, it just didn't develop into an exchange of lives, I guess it could be called an increase.

Still, I can't help but think it's crap. Setuna can't possibly have a sense of dawn or anything.

"Come on, let's get this over with. I don't like trouble."

"Phew... let's be good"

Rajam laughed at what was wrong. Setsuna also had to look bitter to react as if she had seen through the inside of Setsuna.

"Now let's do the fighting for the god of struggle Rajam vs.“ Divine Speed ”Setuna-Kamiya. See for yourselves. This is the struggle of God's realm."

Rajam's proclamation led to a great deal of public filling the audience.

"Let the game begin!

The bell of the struggle, it rang.