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

"Whoa, whoa!

It was unconscious of me to yell.

Unconsciously, he was unleashing his powers.

The release of force to all surroundings is blown away as it becomes the calorie of destruction. Full perimeter attack. If it was a counter-attack action that could be taken by Setuna, who had been further pursued while being slapped to the ground, there was no other way. It released enough power to wipe out the game venue itself.

That did not seem to bring pain to Rajam itself, although he had succeeded in pulling away Rajam, who had traced himself back to Setuna and had been slamming divine authority.

As the dust blew like a storm, Setuna floated in the void and rebuilt her spear. The match venue was thoroughly destroyed. It is no longer a flat ground and has fallen heavily into it. The oversized demonic crystal lamp, positioned on all sides of the match venue, was also shattered and scattered, with fragments drifting through the air. The aftermath of the force is breezing with heat.

For that reason, there was nothing wrong with the central arena when it came to Setuna's capture of Rajam, although the darkness of the night poured down.

Because the figure of Rajam floating in the dark night was brilliant until divine.

Beautiful sturdy carrying a light wheel and wearing flashy golden armor was what God deserved. Of course, it's Warren-Roon who's sturdy, and I can't imagine what Rajam is supposed to look like. He may look a lot like an outsider, but I'm not sure.

"How dare you ruin what should be called a sanctuary where our fighters have fought for hundreds of years?"

"You're the one who told me to show my strength."

Setsuna was stunned by Rajam's unwounded appearance. Setsuna was attacked earlier and has drained quite a bit. Because it took a lot of strength to pull Rajam apart. In just a full perimeter attack, Rajam wouldn't have even tried to leave. Thus, while unconsciously releasing as much power as he could, Rajam seemed to have perceived the danger and escaped from the attack range.

Setuna's entire perimeter offense has destroyed only the match venue. I don't remember narrowing the range of attacks. This would also mean that Rajam's junction has offset all surrounding attacks, and that unconscious consideration of the audience has worked. Rajam seems to have defended himself from Setuna's attack by fleeing outside the junction.

"If you didn't want me to destroy the game venue, you said so from the start. The historical value of the arena? You know what?"

"Not at all... Ugh, you don't seem to know anything about the martial arts. It's the biggest thing a man could possibly have."

Rajam is going to embarrass Setuna. From that mouthful comes the way Rajam sincerely likes fighting between humans. I guess it was also a natural event because of his character that made him the patron saint of Areutheras. And for the past two years, maybe it's been a happy day for Rajam to keep an eye on the fight.

Isn't it a bad God?

At least, it didn't seem like a god that would plunge humans like Ashtra.

They find value in fighting.

It is in the collision of human and human flesh that we find significance.

It doesn't seem like an evil god.

That's why it's no different for Setsuna.

"... in you, right?"

"It may be... but everyone who lives in this city has solved it. Only the Gentiles can't solve it. It's lamentable."

"It's this way I want to mourn"

"Because?"

"I'm not selling oil here."

"Hmm... I don't know yet."

Rajam has accidentally pointed the tip of his long sword at us. That's just the move. Setuna, however, could not help but find Rajam's intentions there. That's why I turned myself away.

"What the fuck?"

"You reacted."

Rajam did. Rajam's sword was not moving, keeping his cuttoe pointed this way. It will not unleash slaughter, nor will it emit divine authority. It was just there. Yet Setuna moved. Evasive action was taken reflexively. He's happy for Rajam about that.

"That's the essence of it. Reaction to hypersensitivity to struggle. It proves that Uno burns his soul in the struggle. Engraving, which is an indication of the value of existence only in the struggle"

Rajam tells me to chill.

"Shura's Brand"

"Ha..."

Setuna got angry at Rajam's mouth. Words and actions that seemed to see through everything, down to the bottom of my heart, no, even to the soul. attitude. That makes Setuna lose her cool, but I don't even know why. How could my heart bother me like this?

"I wonder what you're going to say...... stupid. Shura's engraving? What the hell. That's what's going on."

"What are you angry about? I thought we were talking about sex."

Rajam reacted extremely calmly. That also heightens Setuna's emotions.

"Uhno's qualities. It can be referred to as the sex of birth. Wouldn't it be possible to get a raw sense of reality only in the struggle? Yeah, I'm not gonna let you say you've never felt it."

"... uuuuuuu"

"Drawing stars, right"

"Then what?"

"Nothing."

Rajam also took Setsuna with a cool face.

"I thought so. We just talked about sex, that's all. I don't want to rock you in those words. I just wanted you to know."

"What?"

"Neither I nor I can live in a struggle."

"... I am"

"Say no."

"... no"

Shake your head. And admit it.

"No, you're not."

Squeeze the spear.

Who the hell am I? What the hell were you born for and what are you here for? That's what I've been thinking over and over. enough to scorch. To the point of being burned. I had to think about it. Reason for my existence. Existence significance. Necessity.

"Me too, I can only live in a struggle. I'll admit it. That's me. That's all I got."

There was nothing else.

Fighting was the only thing in my life.

No, of course, not at first. I was born into a normal family, loved by my parents, loved by my mother, and went on living without any disabilities. If I could have stayed in that world as it was, I'm sure, I would have lived a mediocre life, unrelated to the struggle. But it didn't. When I responded to the summons to Iles Valle, my path to mediocre life was cut off. Never again, I can't go back.

My hands were bloodstained.

He trampled on numerous corpses, cut off numerous lives and threw them away.

This hand.

With hands stained with blood that can no longer be wiped down, you can't even hope for mediocre routines or anything else.

Struggle.

Only the struggle, only the place of struggle, only victory in the struggle, became the value of Setuna.

That's all.

The essence of a hero called Setuna the Black Spear.

Existential significance, value.

No matter how much I denied it, there was nothing else worth Setuna or anything else. It can't be. Everyone asked Setuna for it. Only a victory was needed. It was only necessary to defeat the struggle. Where else in Setuna was it worth it? Because it's just strong. Strong was worth it, and only in the limited realm of struggle could that value be demonstrated.

So Setuna was needed.

Every day I go to the battlefield so I can be driven out and driven away.

Battle after battle.

Battlefield after battlefield.

Some heated battles, some fierce battles, crossed several dead lines and continued to be sent to the front line.

When I realized, the struggle had become everything.

I can't say enough that I don't feel exalted in the fight.

When I saw him as a strong enemy, I couldn't contain my expensive heart. The more I fell into a predicament, the more my soul trembled. To the dead line, I burned all my life to the ground.

(Shura's engraving……)

Hold your fist.

In his fists, if it was his battle, there was always it.

Black spear.

Chaos bringer.

Name it, Demon King's Wand.

It goes without saying that this power has driven Setuna into the struggle.