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

Midgard had carefully examined the condition of the No. 3 body lying on the pedestal and continued to enter the investigation records into the operator. The information entered in the operator is now stored in the central recording library of Magic Castle. Evel's hand was in the central record warehouse, and it was obvious that he was under surveillance, but there was no need to hide it. Even the effort to hide it is pointless, beyond revealing its existence. Then the research facilities at Magic Castle should have been mobilized to improve work efficiency.

It is the deepest part of Magic Castle, the place where they kept hiding and hiding as much as they could.

Final coordination room.

It was a room for him and his collaborators to complete all preparations and prepare for the showdown with Evel, where the equipment, equipment he had created by assembling a piece of Demonic Crystal technology was assembled. Computers are one of them. The equipment and equipment functioned independently of the other equipment groups in Magic Castle, and were therefore unnoticed by Evel. If the installations here had been connected to other installations, equipment, starting with the central repository, their intentions would have been exposed sooner, and all would have disappeared like dew.

Evel and I are not foolish enough to leave behind a plan that I may find myself in distress. Most importantly, if Evel finds out about the plan, it's a completely different story whether she realizes she's going to be in a predicament or not, but she's not the kind of god who would cross a dangerous bridge.

Anyway, as soon as Demon Crystal Castle was completed and the mass production of the Demon Crystal weapons group was in orbit, it was Evel who killed Midgard as if he had cut the numbness.

Knowing the fact that Midgard was pseudo-surviving by transplanting his personality into a Demonic Crystal doll, it was visible that he would run to destruction without one or two.

That's why Midgard provoked Ebel by using the dolls that were supposed to be his own half. Then what do you say? That God of great power made a leap towards the destruction of Midgard, just as he was dragged by the human emotions that made him his dependent.

Evel was attached to the flesh of Rubeles Raegnus-Diehl, king of the Holy King's kingdom. I guess he therefore has a destructive impulse that is hard to contain against Midgard. It was a faint feeling that Rubeles might resent Midgard. Rubeles, on the surface, treated Midgard as a friend. But there was a mixture of feelings similar to Midgard's unspeakable anger and jealousy. Midgard has seen it and pretended not to see it. Whatever it is, Rubeles is the king of Deal and Midgard's master. And the cause of Luberes' hatred is made by Midgard.

So that's fine.

It wasn't something I could decorate with the word "young" or anything like that and end it, and I spoiled it, and I wasn't going to be punished for it.

Yes, until Luberes uses the power of God to be Evel and even tramples on the dignity of the human midgard.

"You seem to have done really well. How dare you keep your promise? I guess I protected it through. You'll see."

Lying on an alloy pedestal, the No. 3 body is as beautiful and fantastic as a maiden waiting to wake up and fall asleep forever. There are many joints with metals of different materials, or if you meditate on large holes in the chest. In that case, it even looks like such a sight for a woman with a work of art and a beauty that can only be good, waiting for a magical mouthpiece that awakens her sleep.

It is indisputable that the light of the demonic crystal lamp illuminating the indoors is clapping at the fantastic sight.

Urk's body was fractionally scratched. In addition to the chest wounds pierced by Evel, countless other wounds were present in various parts of the body, and it was no exaggeration to call it a full-blown creation. Spirit alloy armor greatly improves its intensity at wave light output, but still seemed to have repeated the wounding battle over and over again. I can't imagine, but it's a world with gods like Evel. It's not surprising that there were so many fights.

Most injuries, however, are not conspicuous. It wasn't strange to look intact, especially to those who didn't know much about the Demon Crystal doll. Midgard allows us to notice the countless wounds on the body, and it is only if he understands the strain and wear and tear on the inside of the body.

Only the joints of the neck muscles are obvious to anyone's eyes.

"Have you shot out of the sky to protect your master? Decisiveness and cleanliness like yours, but you've thought too far ahead. Without me, no one can fix it."

Still, it's astonishing because something has joined the neck of the body and allowed Urk to operate satisfactorily. Again, this is not human business. The bonding part blended in too naturally, to a level that was fundamentally impossible with the combined technical skills.

"Then don't ever be able to fix it again"

"... sounds like a lot of work. Evel."

Midgard appeased that he still had feelings for himself as he felt like laughing at the frustration mixed with his voice. The transplantation of personality into a surgical transcription mechanism was pregnant with the risk of loss of emotion. Anyway, it was unclear whether the first human experiment would succeed or not. I stepped through the execution because I stepped on research and assured it would succeed, but it was only with success that I transplanted my personality that my emotions continued to be lost.

It was only fear that emotions would be lost.

It wasn't horrible to quit being human or to be reborn into a Demonic Crystal doll.

That anger at Evel would be lost, that was all I was afraid of.

With his face up, Evel was about to descend into the center of the final adjustment room. He no longer looks like Midgard. Luberes' face, with his body, carried a ring of flames on his back. The black circle of flames reminds me of his alias. Black Sun God...

"I've destroyed everything about you. The identities you created, all of them."

"That's another hard thing to do. It would have been tough. There were a thousand and two hundred of them."

"A thousand and ninety nine bodies. You're the last."

"Fits"

When I told him, Evel's eyebrow root moved slightly. The brilliant appearance, which has remained unchanged from a young age, is not so divine in light, with both eyes gleaming golden. It only looks good with God Himself.

"But if you wonder what you're doing here, what is Urk's restoration... I have no idea what you're thinking"

There was no doubt that the word contained a meaning, because we were going to destroy it. Of course, a thousand and two hundredth Midgard and Urk's body. I suppose it is said that complete, thorough destruction will cut off the worries. I don't know what that feels like.

"Restoration? No. This is just an investigation. What battles she has been through and how she has used her body. And a lot of that information will be brought to life by the corpse."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I do."

Midgard laughed and showed with a non-existent face of facial expressions. At the next moment, Evel raised her right arm toward us, and the light overflowed. Under Evel's feet, a disc-shaped lid covering the final regulator was torn apart by the expanding light from the inside, blowing up the Evel just above.

An enormous amount of light runs, smashing through the ceiling of the adjustment room, and both Evel and Evel ascend to the ground.

Midgard heard him give birth.

Against the Black Yang God Showdown Gear/Poor Vain Body, the roar of its whole spirit.