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

At the same time as the completion of the spatial transfer by the Divine Board of War, it was the glossy rock skin of the rock mass that filled the field of vision, and even had the feeling that its overwhelming mass would distract Niewehein as well. So many huge rock masses are ahead of us, and they continue to fall. Free fall. Gravity will pull you off, just keep falling. If you don't handle that somehow, there will be tremendous damage on the ground. It is by no means unlikely that the Unified Imperial Army will perish, and even if it does not, there can be no doubt that the entire continent will suffer devastating damage.

That's why he's here.

They had it transferred to the eyes of a glossy rock mass that would probably be the light of divine authority.

All in order to crush this rock mass and preserve the life not only of the Uniting Empire subjects, but also of what lives and lives on the Setuna line and on the Southern Continent.

(For that I am here)

Mayuri, God's protection was amplifying and holding him back. It seems as if the support provided by various summoning armies increases his physical abilities above their limits and also enhances his mental abilities. The spirit of dawning, as it were, makes his power also expensive. The right half, which swelled and continued to mutate, had changed even more acceleratively.

Heterogeneous right half body.

Niewehein Raegnus-Zaion unleashes all of his power.

Aerial.

The pitch-black wings stretching from the right shoulder blade allow for a lag. The enlarged and overinflated right arm moves around like another creature no longer, while moving forward as he wills. Countless alien dragons intertwine their necks, as if they were forming one arm, each actually expressing a different power, but one will. Niewehein's will completely dominates and perfectly controls the alienated right half of the body. And as he thought, it spread to take rock masses.

Like spreading your palms.

The necks of countless dragons who were thus untied, slaughtered into rock masses as they drew various orbits, each with his mouth wide open. A roar strikes like a trembling Ethereal Dome, and a running stream of light is released from the dragon's mouth. Although numerous rays instantly struck directly at the rock mass, it did not scratch one on the rock mass. Confirming the intact rock skin with its eyes did not disturb him. It does not lower its own altitude, but rather increases altitude and attempts to approach rock masses. The rock mass continues to fall. Getting close is not difficult. Except if you don't consider getting involved.

(God's power)

The sheen of rock mass was still divine authority. First is undoubtedly Naria's power, and this rock mass, too, must be Naria's means of attack. Naria's aim, she said, is to despair Setuna. Because letting Setuna despair and bring out the true power of the black spear will lead to the destruction of the world. By doing so, Naria is about to be released from this world.

God of the Empire. Hopefully, after all, it is Naria who thinks that this world doesn't care what happens to the imperial subjects, no matter what happens to them, whether they destroy them or not. You can't admit that Naria was the true ruler of this empire, etc., and to deny it, you have to win.

It's just not the end of destroying Naria.

This is the best we can do. Let Naria know.

of the Empire, the power of man.

(That's right. I am human)

He's alienated, he's suffering from albinism, but he's human. I am willing and selfish as a human nee wahein. I have myself. That's why it's no exaggeration to say he's here. As a divine man, before being reborn as a doll of God, just to end his life as a human being. That doesn't just die either. For the sake of the imperial subjects, we spend our lives protecting the Setunas.

Then it's not a dog dying.

You will not die in vain.

If you're gonna die, you're gonna have a meaningful death.

I also wanted to choose the emperor for the death he deserved.

I'm a happy man.

Kneewehein, when attached without difficulty to the rock mass, slammed his right arm and reaffirmed the solidity of the barrier covering the rock mass. Even a full blow did not scratch the surface of the rock mass. The result is the same, even if the rays are thrown out of the dragon's mouth that made contact with the rock skin. The rock mass is unharmed and there is no sign of breaking. I guess Naria spends a lot of effort dropping this rock mass. That also means that when it comes to what it means, the battle between Setuna and Naria is likely leaning in favour of Setuna.

Although, of course, the main premise of this is the condition that Naria breaks the bulk of her power into the protection of this rock mass, and that she cannot bring the whole spirit into the fight against Setuna. That's unlikely. Unfortunately, however, the option of waiting for Setuna to take over Naria while Naria is devoting herself to maintaining this rock mass is not an option.

The rate at which the rock mass fell was not constant. It was gradually accelerating, and rock masses were becoming more radiant as if they could be combined with that acceleration. Naria must be focusing her efforts.

(Because there was a place to die that deserved it)

He squeezes his fist. Divine authority conveys the whole body. It's Naria's power. But that divine authority will not inhibit Niewehein's behavior. Because the protection of the Mayuri God is protecting him. Even God is God, Naria and Mayuri. God, no. The Mayuri god is also supposed to want to return to being a different world god and the world where he should be, but he doesn't even do that at the yawn, he cooperates with Setsuna and helps the Nieweheins.

Naria and I think differently from the ground up.

That's why Niewehein was thankful to the Mayuri God, and he thought that the Mayuri God wouldn't mind believing. At dawn, when he had won this battle and Niewehein had survived, he even thought that faith in the Mayuri God could be made a national religion. But apparently that won't happen. That was just a little heartbreaking.

Everyone can choose their place of death, not in those times. Some will die for nothing. To dog death, to waste death is naturally full of the world. Not everyone can die a meaningful way. How long will there be in this changing world, where death and despair have spread, something that can welcome a full death, etc. I wonder how many lives were meaninglessly scattered and lost in vain.

He thinks.

Unified Zaion Emperor Niewehein Leighnas-Zaion, thinks.

The same is true on this battlefield. Numerous lives were scattered. Not a thousand or two. There are deaths in 10,000 units. And all of them are scattering their lives for the Emperor, for the Emperor's sake. Long live the Unified Empire, long live His Majesty the Emperor, and the words to be raised to the Terminator, have always been that. Every time I heard those voices, he was, like, deeply hurt. Too many things die because of their own helplessness, because of their own impudence.

I want power.

That's what I've thought many times.

That's what I hoped for many times.

I was more eager than anyone, and therefore heard my voice. Edge of Thurst. Its blade, a family of black spears, brought great power to him and moved his destiny as well.

That's who I am right now.

Kneewehein unleashed all the power of the alienated right hemisphere. It releases an endless amount of sleeping power into the right half of the world itself. I'm glad to say that's the same thing that drives Mizuto to death. The power of losing control is because his body and spirit will continue to run wild and expand as he eats and breaks. And if you eat up your life, the power of the other world itself will also lose its shape and vanish.

(So, that's okay)

In unimaginable pain, he did. The forces of the uncontrolled otherworlds stopped him from electing his flesh, and his right arm was foolish, transforming everything in his right half into aliens. The power is endlessly overflowing, and the tremendous heat burns his body and mind out. My whole body was torn apart and I had the feeling that my guts, bones, flesh and skin would be split apart. I could have screamed. I guess I didn't hear that because my hearing was no longer functioning. And just before his eyes turned bright white, he saw black turbulence smearing his vision through his rock skin and carving huge cracks in the rock mass.

He shouted, I'm sure.

I don't know what you said.

I just screamed.

And the cry spawned a running stream of power, enveloping rock masses.