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

- How powerful is your lord?

The voice sounded heavy because there was actually a tremendous amount of pressure on the voice itself. I'm not used to hearing it, but the voice of the man I heard. I don't even hide that I'm different from humans. It's a high pressure that's worthy of its power and majesty, and I'm looking at this.

It's Setuna.

Tingling, and my ears move. If you throw up your name, it's something that you unconsciously react to. However, the flesh is unresponsive and one thing is unacceptable. Because he was about to run out of strength and spirituality while he was being thoroughly beaten down.

"If so, then the expectations are far off. To this extent, is it not the kind of mud that our Lord should have chosen, acknowledged and forgiven among the souls of hundreds of millions of starfrosts… to paint the face of our Lord? Aren't you ashamed?"

Let it go.

In my chest, there was no action I could take other than to say so back. And even with those words in my mouth, I know they're not consigned or itchy. I'm sorry, but that's reality.

Overwhelming difference in force.

It doesn't mean because you're human and out-of-person.

It's more fundamental. It can be described as rooted. Dimensions are different.

"As Lord of Black Spears"

Eyes open.

Under the dark sky, one man was looking down at this one. He stands overwhelmed by a storm that blows his long dark hair without sound and brilliantly brightens his red eyes. There was a giant spear in his hand. The eartips, of varying sizes, are still helixed like an excavator, and the black belt stretched from the stone projection doesn't even look like the devil's tail.

It was once the big black spear itself named by Lance of Designer and Ruufa, and what we have in our hands is an out-of-the-way presence named Lance of Designer.

"What, what, are you still breathing and motivated? Then let's keep fighting."

Needless to say, he stood up with his black sword in his support, breathing deeply, trying to prepare his rising breath. Quietly unify your consciousness and check your own state. The outfit I was wearing was torn apart, all over my body, bloodstained. This is exactly what full-bodied creation is about, but happiness or misfortune, the wound is completely blocked, and the pain is the only thing left over from the fatal wound. A Lance of Design blow is like breaking through the skin, crushing bones, and stirring your guts. If you continue to be attacked like that, so will you.

But in this hell, even if you eat a deadly attack instead of a fatal one, you will not die. That means you have to keep feeling the awesome pain of dying, and instead of losing consciousness if normal, you might become obsolete. But we are also not allowed to fade consciousness, and we must continue to endure until that moment when the pain disappears.

Exactly what the hell is this, he was, once again, experiencing the severity of this trial.

Still, you can't give up. He fell into this hell because he acknowledged his powerlessness and sought further strength. If you want more power than that, you'll need to pay the corresponding price. That's the only way he can get as much power as he wants if he doesn't pay enough for the extent of Hell's trials so far.

Grip the pattern and rebuild it.

This is the final test of hell.

"Our Lord, on the top floor of this tower, wait for Master Setuna."

A mourning, black-coated woman has told me in a low, but comfortable voice, since Setuna followed her and stepped inside the tower.

The first floor of the tower is made of simple entrance and exit and central hall only. Both floors and walls were made of pitch-black stone, illuminated by a blue-white flame lit on a silver candlestick, which appeared to shine black. Because it's polished out like a mirror.

The ceiling of the hall on the cylinder was high and could be ascertained by hard thanks to the candlestick provided on the other side of the darkness. The ceilings are the same as the floors and walls. It's like a mirror to shine in the light of fire.

"But as you can see, there are no stairs in this tower"

The mourning woman was right. There was nothing like a staircase anywhere in the hall, and it seemed like a giant cylinder was just centered around it. There are many doors on that cylinder, but if you go through that door, you can go to the upper level. It will just follow the room behind the door. And Setuna thought, This is what the mourning woman came to when she stood in front of one, the biggest door.

"It's good news for Setuna, who is worried about how to get to the top floor. In fact, all you have to do is dive through this door, and in an instant you can reach our Lord."

"Heh..."

"I only ask you to dive through this door in order to reach my Lord, but unfortunately, I am not the one who holds the key to opening it, but something else."

The mourning woman had no heart caged in her voice, although she seemed even more unfortunate and extreme.

"There are six keys in all. At the end of six other doors, you will await the arrival of Setuna."

There were certainly six key holes in the door the woman pointed out. It's not visible to other doors, and after all, it seems that only the front door is special.

"... getting six keys is the next test."

And most likely, that's the final test.

But if the purpose of falling into this hell is to meet the Lord of the mourning women who are the organizers of hell. But it's also something else I can't think of. Because Setuna was just invited to hell by Azmaria, and the demon didn't tell me anything, such as what to do here.

Azmaria means the same relentlessness.

"If we are to see with our great Lord, we must show him so much readiness and strength. This is the code of the devils. Magic of all demons. The demonic things of the millions of worlds are an absolute dish that cannot be broken as just one…"

When I wondered if the mourning woman had finally revealed her emotions, it was an accidental tribute to her Lord, and Setuna was astonished. However, the mourning woman, instead of passing through Setuna's reaction and so on, tells her off without a shudder.

"Dear Setuna, Those who are eager to meet you face to face are beyond words."

There was something flashing inadvertently behind Setuna's brain that I had heard so far on the top of the Buddha. Speak the name.

"... black spear"

"Yes?"

A mourning woman tilted her little neck, but I even remember being dazzled by its deliberate reaction. I don't know why, but I had a vestigial sense of vision. You think we've met somewhere before? No, that's not true, I shake my head all over my chest.

"The black spear is waiting, isn't it?

"... the name Chaos Bringer is also a favorite. My Lord."

The Mourning Woman's mouth was laughing with utmost pleasure. What makes you so happy? Are you saying that I am so glad that I was told who the Lord is? He narrowed his eyes in a reaction that Setuna didn't quite understand.

"Right."

The situation is finally swallowing.

This world that Azmaria called hell is where black spears are supposed to be. One of the different worlds that exist in different dimensions, different space-time and different horizons than Iles Valle. Azmaria called it hell there and tried to lead Setuna. More than once.

Azmaria probably knew.

I had an idea of where the black spear came from and where it came from. So I tried to lure Setuna to hell early. By doing so, he hoped Setsuna would grow significantly as a user of black spears.

Setsuna had a faint feeling about the fact that the black spear was inherently different from the spear.

Summoning armed is a generic term for willed weapon defenses and the existence of different worlds. The armed summoners were taught that it was a weapon shield of the other world and believe so, but Setuna always had doubts.

It is good for weapons and protective equipment to be willing and powerful.

It's an acceptable event if you understand that that can happen in a world like that. In a world where summoning exists and monsters like the Imperial Demon exist, weapons and protective equipment are said to be willing, and they will not only question there.

The problem is that because of its manifestation of will, when it appears in the narrow space of the dream, it has a different appearance.

It appeared in Setuna's consciousness, looking completely different from the shape of the black spear. Although it was the figure of a black dragon, the figure of a black man, or not constant, it was not the figure form of the black spear itself. That, in other words, indicated the possibility that the essence of black spears was different from spears.

And that's what we're about to be exposed to at the end of this trial.

"That means six black spear family members await at the end of the six doors."

"We're here for you."

Just the mouth peeking from the headscarf, so much so that I could imagine the full smile on the face of a mourning woman, Setuna now had all her senses crossed.

(Paranoia, too)

With an inner bitterness, he looked at six doors other than the door to the black spear.

At the end of the door, the six families will wait, but it will not be necessary to think carefully. Because wherever you go in, whichever one you're dealing with, it's no different what Setsuna can do.

It must be a formidable enemy to Setuna, who is unarmed to summon.