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

"It is not so that we may be brought together in the same world."

An old man in black came. The person wearing the dark black mask would undoubtedly be one of the family members of the black spear first, the mask of dispare its body. To deal with the gods and fight them in a floating way is to be called satanic.

"Your Majesty's orders, of course."

That's what I said back, the girl in black who protected Miliu. This one had a pair of black shortcuts, which also reminded me of Black Spear's family Edge of Thurst. There is no question that the girl is the body of the Edge of Thurst.

I can assure you that there is no possibility that Setuna is summoning the six family members of the Black Spear and lending it to anyone but herself. Setsuna is preparing for the showdown and keeping her power warm. Yet it's like calling multiple subpoenas, which instead of being temperate, is purposefully depleting.

Besides, it should be far more efficient to be fully armed by treating Setuna herself, as long as that's how she deliberately lends someone her summoned six family members. If Setuna is fully armed, how can she be untouchable with the gods?

Still, I won't, because I can't let my powers drain into darkness without refraining from a showdown with the lion god emperor, who would be a fierce drain on a fully armed state and a continuous battle to stand.

Still, I could summon a black spear, lead it to hell by its guidance, and summon numerous dead people from hell. And summoned the body of the six family members who live in hell, too. I guess that summons is less burdensome and less draining on Setuna herself than it was through the Gate of Vermillion. So he was on such a bet.

The result is this.

Falia was in an irresistible mood as her six relatives looked around the battlefield of their trampling.

"Well, that's true."

The big man with the big purple black axe in his hand would be Axe of Ambition. It is somewhat wild in appearance, but dark-haired red-eyed, and wearing a common black coat, has an atmosphere similar to that of Setuna.

"That's not all."

I shook my head at a man with a pitch-black spear - Lance of Design. His appearance right in front of Falia gives the impression that he skinny the Axe of Ambition, removes the wild flavor and adds excellence. Six relatives seem to resemble one another overall.

The gender and the outfit are supposed to be different, but I really, really think they're similar. It could be disgraceful if you try it on them, or it might seem absurd.

"Yeah, well, Setsuna asked me to do that, didn't she?

It was a beautiful woman who went with a glossy grin. From its appearance wearing pure black light armor and spreading its dark wings, it is reminded that it is a mail-of-doer. Is it because you are a family of six that you wrap up a similar vibe somewhere when you say that you look completely different from Lance of Designer or Mask of Dispair to see?

"Huh... Whatever, let's just get this over with"

The boy who leaked the great aberration could be anything but Rod of Envy. The distinctive decoration of the cane in hand was the pale black cane itself.

His attack was intense and aggressive, and the dark arm stretched out of the tip of the cane, the mouth of the cane, blew the gods to the crack that he had a good look on his face that obviously had no motivation, that everything didn't matter.

"So is that. I'm not free enough to stay in a world like this forever."

"Really? I'm pretty free, and that's why I want to hang out with Setsuna."

"Ha!? Ugh playing with Setuna!? What the hell is this woman!?

As Miliu raised her bare voice, the Mail of Doater flew around her to show her.

"I wonder what Miliu is up to."

"What!

"Ugh."

He was a mail-of-doer who flew off Miliu's side with a laugh that made him have something to include, but then countless chunks of divine authority arrived at Miliu. But Miliu was not attacked at all. Because the dark particles like scaly powder wielded by the Mail of Doater enveloped Miliu like a barrier and protected him from God's attack.

But that's not Miliu's wrath that fits

"Don't get carried away! What the fuck!

"Miliu!

"I know!

Miliu's pseudo-magic, rolled out with angry mind replies, becomes a rainbow light runoff and follows its trajectory as if it were aimed at a Mail-of-Doer. But as the Mail-of-doer turned to the gods, it dispersed into seven colored rays as soon as possible, striking each of them with a god.

Pseudo-magic, although brilliantly directed at the gods who were wary of the sudden approaching of the Mail of Dotor, could not be managed to that extent.

Naturally, when the gods instantly repaired their pseudo-magical wounds, they started counterattacks and attacks on each of them. The counterattack on Milu, however, not only ended undeveloped with the Mail of Dotor blocked by shaking scales, but the attack on non-Milu also clashed and fogged on scales scattered in the air.

When it became clear that the Mail of Dotor flies around bullshit to sprinkle the dark scaly powder, which helps even the Gods attack, Faria couldn't help but feel the situation change.

I mean, it's a good turn.

The emergence of the body of the Six Families seemed to turn even the battle with the gods around and show the journey to victory.

Faria isn't just watching in silence either. I set up an Aurora Storm, and when I look at the gap, I shoot. And Ruufa. He, who commands and rules the atmosphere, was able to blow God up if he had a gust, or even restrain God, albeit for a moment, by a storm.

And it gives the Six Families a good chance to attack.

Numerous dark dolls created by the Mask of Dispers flirt with the gods, and Edge of Surst instantly takes the back of God. If the slaughter of the Edge of Thurst could easily cleave the light back of God, the roar of the Axe of Ambition sounded like a thunderbolt, and Faria admitted that her whole body would grow gross.

At the same time.

As the great axe slammed the void and the impact ran through the airspace, numerous gods flew away as if they feared being caught in the attack. God, restrained by Rod of Envy and delayed in escape, has been decently struck by the shock of propagating the void, destroying his whole body in pieces.

but that's not the God that ends it.

There is no way that an immortal, immortal God, born more than one prayer and who continues to exist as long as there is prayer, will perish merely by eating an attack.

God, who instantly restored and showed his splintered body, broke even the palms of darkness that enveloped him, and pierced the spear from overhead the moment he won by becoming the body of freedom. Lance of Designer spiral spears spin at super high speeds as they roar, smashing God's body to pieces.

Continuous destruction and regeneration.

Whenever a spiral spear crushes God's body with the power of its rotation, God makes the flesh regenerate like a miracle, but every time it is crushed, so there is no point in regeneration. But then there was no point in destroying it, and when I saw what I was going to do, the rest of my family joined forces.

Then, what do you think?

God raised the voice of the Terminator, and his body disappeared without a trace and he could lose it.

The power of the demon is now manifested, destroying God.