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

Does the mask of dispersion, for whatever reason, make you look back at the past?

I guess it's still a long way off to figure that out.

I have a feeling about that.

While the number of bodies piling up around us increases, there are no signs of decreasing. Naturally. The consequences of the killing will never be overshadowed. The lives taken, not to this extent. And the body wasn't just human. The Imperial Devil is also mixed with many others. And there was an enormous amount of blood flowing like a great river, soaking up to his knees.

I am no longer accustomed to the smell of blood and death as it turns back.

Paralysis of the senses.

Since when has it become normal to take one's life?

There was no longer hesitation, and it was all in my mind to minimize the damage to my allies and contribute to victory by making allowances or killing them up as soon as I became an enemy.

Simply because you can't think about it.

It's a time of war.

Humans kill each other, humans and imperial demons kill each other, such times. Such a world.

Appreciated only for the number of enemies killed and praised only for the number of lives taken.

Mass killers are worshipped as heroes.

In this world, in this day and age, that is the universal value, and we have done nothing wrong.

Yes, I'm pretty sure I was telling you.

Keep telling, believing, and deceiving yourself.

That's called readiness, that's the word determination. Decorating further deepens deception.

Wasn't it by falsehood and deception that we kept our humanity painfully?

Looking back, looking straight at it, I have to think so.

As much, Setuna's battle was harsh and merciless.

I have done so much damage to my allies as a result of my compassion, and the fact of it has made Setuna care.

We should not pity our enemies. The enemy should be killed quickly, and all that stands should be cut off and destroyed relentlessly.

Otherwise, it will also cause unnecessary damage to your allies.

It would be true that you couldn't keep yourself if you didn't excuse yourself that way and justify the killing.

The Zalwarn war was also over, and Logner's battle against the guardian dragon, which stood in front of the Gandhian army, was a joint struggle between Setuna and Quon, which was to dissolve some of the obsession he had unilaterally with him. That must have been a big thing for Setuna. That's why I'm strongly impressed.

(Quon......)

It's something I never imagined my reunion with him would take that form, but that has nothing to do with the sight I'm developing right now.

If the Zalwarn War is over, then Elenia.

Elenia-Diphone.

She was in love with Logner's Blue Knight, Wayne, in an attempt to avenge Setuna. I remember that very well. Her resentment and hatred, pity and anger, all sorts of emotions crossed over and poured in with the blade. It was Setuna herself who took her love and thrust it to the bottom of despair. So I got that reward.

That's all.

Therefore Setuna did not resent her, and accepted it as a matter of course.

I even thought they could kill me like that.

She's not the only one.

I am resented, hated and abhorred by more of them.

Being a hero means being a mass murderer, that's what I mean.

Somewhat, I felt weak. It has. Again, I guess that was inevitable.

But I didn't die.

I didn't die, not to mention.

I'm glad I didn't have to die. Right now, I think so. Keep your chest up, I can say that. It's good to be alive, I can assure you from the bottom of my heart, so loud that my throat is ripped.

It was only then that we did not die that we now have many encounters.

So I didn't even want Elenia to die. Even if I despaired and lost sight of the meaning of living, still, I wanted you to live. I wanted you to live and grab hope. It may be an insolently arrogant idea, but I thought so.

Shake your head.

The pile of corpses was on the one hand piling up, and the song of the river of blood on the other. It will continue to grow. I can't stop it.

There were various encounters before and after Leongand and Nage's wedding. Sheila, it was just then that I got to know Rem.

And the challenging letter from the Demon King sent to the wedding will develop into an all-out war between Gandia and Kruselk.

First, he attacked his allies, Myon.

Even in the Kruselk war, Setuna took numerous lives. Most of the enemies were Imperial Demons. It was the massive demons of the Emperor following the demon king Uberle who were the force of Kruselk and what made Gandia stand in the greatest predicament of all time.

The secret against the Kruselk army, which greatly surpassed Gandia's total strength, was reinforcements from Lyohan, and the descent of the goddess of war, Faria-Baldish, and the four great heavenly samurai, was to bring a great victory to the inferior Gandian army.

but Setuna's battlefield, it's not there.

As part of the assault force that attacked Kruselk territory, Setsuna was on the battlefield in Kruselk. And in the land of Kruselk, he slaughtered a large number of Imperial Demons. Whether you are a human or an Imperial Demon, life is life. There's no difference there. Whether the Imperial Demon is the natural enemy of the human race of Iles Valle or a non-negotiable being, there is no difference in the fact that he took his life.

Killing after killing.

That was what Setuna required, and that was all she could do to secure her place.

Kill thousands, tens of thousands of enemies, take lives, give death, and still not enough, he said.

We have to kill and kill more enemies.

I don't have time to rest. Not if you are worried. I can't do things that I'm lost in.

Just fight, just shoot, just kill.

On the battlefield, that's everything, nothing else to think about.

If you don't let your thoughts stop like that, you can't be doing it.

I can't do it.

One side of the perimeter is no longer a sea of blood, staring at the bodies piled up like a continent, I think.

It does not end in the Kruselk war.

More battles continue from here.

It was only in the midst of the struggle that Setuna had a significance of existence and a reason for its existence, so it was natural.

So, I just notice.

(Really... you mean that)

I can no longer see the continent of corpses piling up even higher because the sea of blood has smeared my vision red and black. Large amounts of blood have entered through the mouth and nostrils, but such violent phenomena do not matter. The sights of the battlefield depicted in the back of the brain shift innumerably to reflect a variety of scenes. Numerous battles, many battlefields, countless struggles.

That's where Setuna was, and that's all Setuna was worth.

In Gandia.

But it was Gandhia who had Setuna's place, and he had to protect it, so that was good.

"The country was also lost. It's been lost."

The voice of the mask of dispersal echoes the earlobes that should have been filled with blood. No, maybe he's hearing it in his head, not in his ear. The voice of a lowly, but unmissable old man. Desperate voices. I thought I deserved to sink into the depths of a sea of blood.

Red, faint, black, deep.

It just sinks.

No place, no protection, no value, no significance.

I've lost everything, and that's what I deserve.