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

November 27, the continental calendar year five hundred and three.

The world, since the beginning of the continental calendar, has been at its maximum and worst.

The final war waged by the three main forces that divided the continent, the Vashtarian Community, the Zaion Empire and the Kingdom of the Holy Deal, the final showdown of which was a tour of Gandion, the capital of the King of Gandia, in the centre of the group of small nations, on that occasion, there was also Setuna.

Setsuna was leading just a few battles and fighting against a trio of forces consisting of millions, but Quong said he was in the middle of another battle.

He knew, long before Setuna and the others knew, that there could be a final war, and he also knew what caused it. In other words, the ritual of the resurrection of the Holy King and the “land of covenants”. Quon, who understood that it was the World War (= Final War) itself that the gods ruling the three forces would wage a battle for the "Promised Land", sought ways to stop it. But for Vashtara, the supreme god, for the achievement of his grievous desire to return to the world where he was supposed to be by the resurrection of the Holy King, he was prepared not to hate sacrifices, and he had to conclude that it was impossible to avoid the outbreak of the World War.

It was also impossible for him, united with the Divine Son of Vashtalia and becoming the Divine Son himself, to twist the intentions of the Supreme God Vashtara, and if he did so, he feared that the very consciousness of Quon would be altered.

Therefore, Quon, as the Divine Son of Vashtara, pretended to obey the will of the Supreme God with all his promises. On the surface, while playing a perfect role as God's use, behind it, he was devoting all his energies to the search for ways to stop the worst that could happen in the "Promised Land” at the end of the World War.

For example, if what happens in the “Promised Land” were only the resurrection of Saint Emperor Miendia Raegnus-Wargrain, nothing would have needed to be rushed. The outbreak of the World War would impose a great deal of sacrifice on a small group of nations, but still, if what awaits at its end is merely the completion of the ritual of the Resurrection of the Holy King, then the gods may be sent back on their own, something that can be managed, though headaches are painful given the subsequent world chaos.

But if the resurrection of the Holy King itself signifies the demise of this world, Iles Valais, then it's not the story.

We must at all costs stop the resurrection of the Holy King and save the world from annihilation.

"Then why didn't you go faster?"

"Speaking of you, Vashtara will know too. We had to move on alone."

Quon has spoken with a gentle expression to Setuna. I couldn't help but think that if you had told me his purpose sooner, not during the final war.

"And I couldn't have lost you."

"Hmm?"

"You fail the ritual of the resurrection of the Holy King. I had to be prepared to make that sacrifice."

I suppose that means that we intend to sacrifice our own lives, and that actually happened.

In addition to Wald-Mastia, Mana-Ericcia and Iris of The White Shield, Quon took the warrior Griff and headed to Gandion. The “Promised Land”, fought by the gods of the three forces, was a site found deep beneath the basement of Gandion, because it was at that site that the rite of the resurrection of the Holy Emperor was being performed.

"It's insurance."

"Insurance?"

"Yes, if we fail."

"I couldn't have been insured then."

Setuna had no more power to fight than a broken spear. He said the thing, but Quon didn't fit in.

"I did. In fact, I didn't have to lose you, so I could be hostile to you."

"Ha..."

"We're dead. To save this world. To stop the ritual of the resurrection of the Holy Emperor. To smash the thoughts of the gods. I'm glad to hear that. That's what I'm here for. That was the grief. You spend your life for the sake of the world, for the future of one. I had no regrets. It's true."

"I guess..."

Setuna admitted, staring into Quon's eyes, that there was no mixing of any lies in his words and actions. He is a man who thinks nothing of throwing his life out for others. He is a good man and one of the righteous. Prioritize others over yourself. His idea that the well-being of others is his own happiness, his values, used to be unknown. But now, I feel a little understandable, and I just regret that. I have myself being impressed by him. That, too, I have to admit.

"Waldo, Mana, and Iris to me… to all of the White Shields, and to Griff and Lowe, the Holy Sixth Gen., and to the thirteen knights led by His Highness Fairling, the Savior God Mivula. Together, we succeeded in destroying the ritual itself."

"Wait a minute."

"Hmm?"

"Was there anything besides a glyph of Holy King Six?

"Oh, you mean that. I was there. Guys. And everyone helped me to stop the resurrection of the Holy King. I guess we figured doing that would be our way of breaking the curse."

And knowing that Quon, in addition to the warrior Griff of the descendants of the giants, was acted upon by such things as Rowe of the genus Ghost, Elle of the genus Celestial, Mia of the genus Devil, and Sag of the genus Earth. Levia was not there. Naturally. Levia died trying to make her offspring inherit the curse. The other six generals could not use the same method as Levia, and they have wandered the world for the last five hundred years. It seems that the completion of the ritual of the Resurrection of the Holy Emperor has come to an end, and he has gathered in the “Promised Land”. And knowing the purpose of Quon, he said he had entered into a cooperative relationship.

"I failed because Levia wasn't there, I guess not."

"You don't have to worry about that. Whether Levia was here or not, the results wouldn't have changed."

Quon narrowed his eyes because he understood Setsuna's mood. And keep quiet.

The Quons went from the king's capital to the depths of the ruins, where they saw the ritual of the resurrection of the Holy King. The ritual of resurrection of the Holy Emperor Miendia, spun by his promise to the world. A technique in which blood and death flowing on the continent become magic, and repeated struggles become spells and bonds. He refrained from completing it up close and said the ruins were full of immense power. The Quons headed into the middle of it, and tried to join forces and mist the ritual itself.

It concentrated all the power that each could have around the Summoning Armed Shield of Messiah of Quon, trying to seal the power of the Resurrection. By doing so, he decided that he had no ritual per se and tried to trample on the promise of the Holy King and the world. If the promise is broken, the Holy King will never be resurrected again. The Quons were certain. That's why I burned my life.

My soul.

And the ritual was misty.

I succeeded.

To the very blocking of the ritual of resurrection.

"But as you know, the world has collapsed."

Quon laid his eyes down at all costs. For him, it must have been unexpected and unforgivable. I even remember anger at my powerlessness, that look.

"The Holy King was the owner of the kingship of the gods. It is the ritual of resurrection. We also knew that immense power was gathering. I also understood that stopping rituals could dissipate their power and adversely affect the world. So we turned our strength to heaven."

Instead of diffusing the forces gathered for the resurrection, they tried to prevent damage by converging to a point in heaven. But it didn't. Why.

"We were already doing our best by then."

Mindless, he said.