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

What triggered it?

That area, which was a dark space of ignorance, became progressively brighter, making the full contents of the Demon King's throne obvious. Light did not arise. The darkness surrounding it must have gone thin and weak. That broadened my vision.

Everything was engulfed in darkness, the true appearance of a space that was filled with black. Perhaps that is the space you deserve to call it during your glance.

It was a large space. Laying on the floor was like polished obsidian, but very different from obsidian. Because it mirrors and mirrors what is on the floor, and Setuna clearly saw herself as reflected on the floor.

Relieve yourself of what you've been like since you went to hell.

The ceiling, I guess, exists far overhead, but I couldn't see how much darkness surrounding it diminished. The pillars that support the ceiling are well visible.

It was a very thick pillar. Complex, delicate and disastrous finishes are applied on one side, and many spiralling columns line up to support this room.

There was a black book between the columns and the columns, which seemed to make the darkness darker, but I don't know what the truth is. The book was there, like the darkness itself, and seemed to separate itself from the inside.

And the throne of the demon king.

The Throne of the Demon King is the highest place in this vast space.

Setuna's location is the lowest section, and the lowest section is the most spacious made in this space. Stair-like steps began far from the bottom, with six families standing around the middle steps. Their appearance, which was half melted into darkness, not only seemed to be more clearly recognisable now, but also changed even in their outfits.

For example, the Mail of Dotor had turned its abundant and fleshy limbs into an exciting costume that could be shown off in full, and the Axe of Ambition wore armor as if it symbolized his own fierceness.

Lance of Designer hardens herself into lightweight armor, and Rod of Envy wears loose long clothes.

The mask of dispersal wore liturgical clothing and the edge of thurst was a light outfit.

Either way, it was dressed as if it were different from what it had been until earlier, and Setsuna noticed that and was somewhat surprised. But I will understand soon. It was only after the ritual named Face to Face between Setuna and the Demon King that they returned to what they were meant to be.

The routine of the families.

What makes you somehow see that?

It's understandable, too.

We raise our gaze from the middle section to the upper section where the six families are sitting, and if we reach the top, we reach the throne of the Demon King. The throne on which the Demon King lowered his back also seemed to have changed shape until earlier. A throne that I can only hope is reclining and disastrous. I get that impression, like I condensed and created the negative in this world in one piece. Evil, you can say.

He's a demon king.

If that seat is what it deserves, so be it.

There was also a change in the appearance of the Demon King himself.

It doesn't make a difference to be a red-eyed man with dark hair. What changed was what they were wearing. Armor, not black clothes that melt into darkness. And long clothes. Black, unconscious, disastrous, and heavily armored, that's what the Demon King deserves. Over his head, he wore a crown, as if he were claiming to be king of the devils. It's not just the crown. The armor that surrounds his entire body does not stop, claiming that the long coat, no, existence itself, is the demon king of a million worlds.

I had an overwhelming presence.

Though he feels more intimidated than ever before, Setsuna was no longer uncomfortable.

Just straight, staring at the Demon King.

The Demon King is staring straight at us, too.

It must be redder than a burning flame and redder than blood.

"It's Setuna. My contractor. My little half."

The demon king opened his mouth. The voice still sounded like thunder, but didn't shoot through Setuna. It just echoes in my chest. My heart is shaking for no reason. That's the power of the Demon King, I don't have to think about it. Just say the word and it will have a lot of impact on your surroundings.

Otherwise, they will not be called Demon Kings of the Million Worlds, etc.

Otherwise, we will not be hostile to the gods of a million worlds.

"You crave strength. Great power. Screw the irrationality of his world, the power to the point of irrationality. Right."

"Oh."

Affirms.

At first, it wasn't.

I just thought, no, I wish I had enough power to protect the precious one around me. But that alone could not help but the reality stood again and again, and each time Setuna sought strength. He sought power, he wanted power, he wanted power. I worked out my body more than once, I worked out my mind, I worked myself out. The power thus gained killed the enemy each time, slaughtered the enemy, and destroyed the enemy.

Still, it's not enough.

"I'm here for that"

Setuna told, one step, and moved on. Why, I felt like I had to get closer to the Demon King. That could be my fault, or it could be a discretionary mistake. However, it is decided that whoever does not blame Setuna for her actions and does not try to stop her means that she can do so.

"I want power. It's not just power. Your power."

One more step, one more step and move on. Each time I gained strength. It took courage. I felt that my heart was so excited that I had so far lost the power of the Demon King.

"My power..."

"Chaos Bringer"

Setsuna called it that. The name of the black spear that Mizu put on it. Setsuna herself, although often referred to as a black spear, is a chaos-bringer. Setsuna is proud of herself and likes the name she deserves for what brings chaos to the battlefield.

The incarnation of the black spear would have liked it.

I mean, the Demon King himself, he likes it.

Is that why the Demon King narrowed his eyes?

"I have your power."

Step up the stairs, step up again.

"I'm just a human being. Just the breathing I learned from my master. Then I can't fight through that world. Well, I guess I'm stronger than a regular person."

Now that he has obtained the technique of maximizing his physical abilities through the War Dragon Cry, he has become one of the highest standards of strength among the human beings of Iles Valle? Of course, there's a top up there, and I don't even think I can beat “Kensei” Tran-Cargilius.

Yes, there's one up there.

First of all, there are monsters outside named Imperial Demons. The Imperial Demon, though capable of being easily twisted with the power of a summoning armed force, is inherently incomparable with human beings.

Then, with the help of God. The Apostolic Thirteenth Knight of the Savior God Mibula, though to save others, has no hesitation in using the power of God and wielding his immense power. Isn't there no hand or foot in Setuna as it stands, especially for the true body world guardian of the Knights' Fairling, who has the mighty power?

And there are gods.

Whatever the Savior Mibula is, there are many other gods out there. The culprit gods who ruled the three great forces from the shadows and engaged the entire continent in the Great War. Being itself was too irrational.

Illus Valle is full of irrationality.

"But no. Then you can't do it."

More, power.

Not to the highest standards.

Then you will only be defeated and killed by a stronger being.

I have the power that the Demon King said.

We need unreasonable force just to screw the irrational down.

Otherwise, there's no point in falling here.