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

He seemed a long way off.

When I once knew him, he was never young already, but still young. He was always young and alive when he could bring his whole body to the study of Urk, his beloved daughter, of the magic crystal technology. I'm pretty sure that made Midgard-Walkharam look younger than his real age, and that's probably why he looks older than his age right now.

He hasn't seen Urk since the Great Destruction.

On the contrary, wasn't there a whole cage here?

The white coat wrapped around him was good, and his whole body, he seemed thin. But its appearance was Midgard-Waharam, one of them, and his voice and expression are himself.

"The last three years...... well, I've been using it for you for about two years. Still, it was a long time. For me."

"Mr. Midgard......"

Setuna could not seem to be wholeheartedly pleased with his reunion with Urk, nor could she forbid to be moved by Urk's hindsight, which stiffens Midgard in front of him. For Midgard, Urk was just like his beloved daughter, and he threw his life for her. Setsuna also knows better that she prioritized Urk's dreams and hopes over her position and life. And Urk must think strongly about it.

Between the two of them, there are feelings of parents and children.

It was just an inspiring reunion.

It was like a lab there. In the bright white room, there are numerous desks, lined with piles of materials on the desk. The bookcase also had countless materials and documents, and a pedestal lined with demonic crystal stones of various colors. There are few types of condiments. It was a room for research purposes only.

Urk kept quiet.

I guess I'm impressed with my reunion with Midgard.

Setsuna felt Urk's mood and said nothing. Demon crystal dolls don't inherently have emotions. At the beginning of the development, the Demon Crystal doll was only a weapon used to fight remotely or by autopilot. A miracle happened there and my self was expressed in Urk. The cause was not elucidated, but anyway, the Midgards devoted themselves to growing Urk, who had gained self and even language skills. And she also gained emotion and grew spiritually.

It's like she can't contain the emotions she's grown right now.

Yeah, I thought.

But.

"Who are you"

Urk, turning to Midgard, told him coldly.

Setuna had no understanding of the intent of her statement. It was definitely Midgard in front of me. Sure, it's different from what it looked like more than three years ago, but that was a natural change, given the passage of time and the environment he's been in. There's no way Urk doesn't understand. Setsuna aside, at a time when she is plainly embracing not only Miliu and Faria, but also the grown Elina, it is clear that she is not incapable of understanding human growth and change.

Even if there has been some change from what I saw at the end, that's not the Urk I can't grasp.

"What are you talking about? Urk. Not that I don't understand."

"That's right, junior. Midgard would be in front of you."

"The joke is tough, Urk, have you forgotten my face and my voice?"

"You are not Midgard. What is it? Where did you go Midgard? Answer me."

Urk stuffed the distance, trying to silence the reactions of Setuna, Ragna and Midgard. Midgard retreated slightly, I guess, because Urk put pressure on him. Urk takes his steps further. He approached Midgard slightly and was still gaining momentum.

It doesn't take that long for the distance between them to shrink. Is that why? I opened my mouth as if Midgard had noticed.

"He's dead. I killed him."

It was a moment. No, less than a moment of events. You could call it exactly a moment. It was at least a rate not captured by the human eye, and Setuna could not understand what had happened at that moment. I understood it only after it was over.

"Like this."

At the moment when the roar and flash dyed his vision, his arms were growing from Urk's back. That was a sight as if it were a terribly beautiful painting. But it isn't. The bare hands of the man who named Midgard pierced the body covered in stubborn, extremely heavy armor. And I didn't just pierce it. There was no scratch on the man's hand. Every piece of equipment fitted with black crystals was squeezed. Black Demon crystal stone. Urk's heart nucleus. Urk's heart.

When the man's hand crushed the demonic crystal stone as it flashed, finally, Setuna was able to react. But.

"Become -!?"

"It's late, Apostle of the Demon King"

The man is right, it was certainly too late.

Setuna was stunned to notice that a man, who was supposed to be on the other side of it, appeared in front of her, looking out for the body of a holed wolk around her heart to crumble powerlessly.

And I heard a growl.

"I see... the Dragon King"

He laughed bitterly at the unpleasant pleasure of the blood overflowing from the wound on his right arm dyeing the floor of the central design room of Midgard-Wehallum, whose whiteness to cleanliness proudly claimed its existence. All this is a matter of no choice. For the past five hundred years, the influence of taking over the human body as a dependency has brought sensibility closer to man. It is driven by unnecessary sentiments for this reason, and this is what we see.

That and this is hard to do because five hundred years ago, I craved more power, but the late man deserved it.

Tired of watching the blood keep flowing, he restored his right arm. All components restore in an instant, from a thoroughly cut cross section to bones and flesh to nerves. God's power makes it natural, and God doesn't make it impossible to continue to dwell in one human being and live longer, but he didn't.

That is because it is unnatural in human society.

"Unnatural... yes, it was unnatural, Midgard"

Midgard-Waharam was a really good researcher.

"There must be no such thing as human beings making life like us. That is God's cause. Only God can forgive the deed. That's what you guys were supposed to do. Yet you challenged the realm of God. That's why I gave you the fruit of wisdom."

In a space where the audience is not alone, he just wins.

Everything is going well.

Using Midgard as bait, Urk would necessarily appear. And that's when Urk should definitely bring Setuna. There was no chance that Urk would get here alone, but in that case, the next hand was thinking.

It was also an essential ritual for him to destroy and erase Midgard's work Urk. In order to comfort Rubeles Raegnus-Diehl's heart, he had to beat Midgard to pieces by the time he was completely skinless. Otherwise, Luberes' anger will not subside.

Anyway, he was concerned that things were carrying along as he had conceived.

As I thought, Urk brought Setuna here. It was unexpected that even the Dragon King had given Setuna, but there was no problem. Spatial transfer by the Dragon King should have ended in failure.

This castle is all under his control.

What happens to the castle is influenced by his power.

The enemy to be killed is the Guardian of the Demon King's Staff.

The meal for this is this castle.

Of course, Midgard kept making it without knowing it would be used by him.

"I've been waiting for this moment."

"Me, too."

Unexpectedly, my voice sounded.

"I've been waiting for this moment."

"You..."

And then, the floor of the central design room collapsed.