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

"Well, fine."

Rowe looked up into the sky as he cleaved the thunderous rain coming down from his head with his right hand sword. Against the backdrop of the stars' instant night sky, the divine and glowing presence floats on the arrogant shore. Showing a bare gesture as if it were distracting the ruler of the starry sky, it had exactly the intimidation it deserved to call itself God.

In fact, the other person is God.

It is a pillar of the gods summoned by the Holy Emperor Miendia, the unity of what is called the Emperor God.

He had determined that the gods were the cause of the Holy King's madness.

The Holy King was ready to challenge everything to save the world on its way to ruin. There was no cloudiness in that determination, and the glaring purity was enough to make me think the Lowe's wouldn't mind betting everything for her.

At the time, the world, in two ways, was on its way to annihilation.

One is the battle of the nations. The end of the great war that engulfed the entire world was the annihilation of the world.

Therefore, another ruin was presented.

That is the regression of creation by the Dragon King of the Three Kingdoms. Three-pillar dragon god, the Dragon King of the Three Kingdoms, who has monitored Illus Valle since the beginning, said that when the world was on the verge of extinction, he had extended the world's life by using a means known as Genesis Regression.

It was about pushing everything away and regressing it back to its original state as if it were going to be something that Iles Valle had never done before.

I mean, doom.

To extinguish and also to start over from the beginning, regardless of all living organisms and non-living beings that live in the present.

That's the Genesis.

In order to stop the Genesis regression, it was necessary to end the battle of the nations.

No, is that enough, or not?

The world was already doomed.

The doom was imminent.

That is why the Dragon King of the Three Kingdoms tried to make a genesis regression as a last resort.

Because only by doing so can we make the world live and last.

But then, everything that's piled up until then will be in vain. Everything is lost.

I don't like that.

For just that reason, Miendia resisted. Fight and fight, fight and pull out.

And you've completed the summoning magic.

She tried to rely on the wisdom of the other world. The wisdom that exists in Ils-Valle alone cannot change the situation. Because in the world at the time, six men, bewitched by wise men, had already cooperated with her and had given her various wisdoms, techniques and moves.

Miendia, who gained a variety of knowledge, skills and techniques from the gods who summoned her by summoning magic, changed.

She changed the world, too, as a result of being changed like someone else.

Certainly could have spared Genesis regression by doing so. But in the end, there is nothing we can do about the fact that the world has changed and almost everything that has been piling up until then has been lost.

The world has changed.

The world, which should have consisted of a number of continents, islands, floating on the Great Sea Plains, became a world of only one continent.

Heavenly, Forest, Demonic - the world where a wide variety of races were woven became a world of only the same human genus as Miendia. The tribes did not disappear. The tribes were replaced by the human genus.

Countries and regions that were separated became one, and languages became common.

Unity.

Yes, it's exactly unity.

Fully uniting the world, she renamed herself the Holy King, not Mienda, but Miendia Raegnus-Wargrain.

She's changed.

That even pure, just straight, six-wise girl is gone.

Poisoned by the wisdom of the gods, poisoned by the wisdom of the other worlds, changed, vanished.

Therefore, he could not have felt comfortable resenting the emperor gods.

That's why we came back into this world until we signed with the demon king's wand users to fight the emperor gods, and it was impossible, such as working with the emperor gods.

Nevertheless.

I can't give a hand to the emperor god who named me Muza. Because the contract with Setuna-Kamiya forbids attacks on forces other than Nair Gandia.

The only gods who can be killed are those who belong to Nea Gandia.

And it was Rowe himself who responded to such a contract. You can't even drool complaining.

I am dissatisfied, but I have no choice.

There is an Imperial God in the sky, and his attack on the Imperial God is permitted.

"The dead should crawl at the bottom of hell like the dead."

A god that shines brighter than a starry sky is probably like a thunderous god.

Once summoned by the Holy King, so much so that a total of eight hundred and a thousand are said. I guess it was because I summoned so many gods and gained that power that I was able to rebuild the world, but nevertheless, a huge number.

There are many of those gods around the fire gods, the water gods, the wind gods, and the thundergods, each remembering as if they were more than a hundred. One of the pillars is over Rowe.

"Hell ain't so bad, either."

"Then just give it back!

"Right. Thoroughly hurt the Nurashira, let me clear my worries, and then let me!

"Wow... nasty guy"

"Ugh!

Mia, don't miss a climbing word and say it back, he flew. At that time, the light back of the Thunder God was blinking and countless thunders were falling like May rain.

Rowe approaches the Thundergod as he slits the pouring rain of thunder with a sword of both hands, or, as he kicks it or punches it with his fist and destroys it.

The goddess who conducts thunder stretches her elongated arm in front of her chest. A thunderbolt gathered at my fingertips, and I wondered if it had swelled up explosively, and I could do an enormous thunderball. Lightning balls, electrically heated enough to even scorch the ambient air, approach Lowe.

Lowe did.

I've never had more pleasure.

Fighting is a festival.

It is in the festival that the blood boils and the meat leaps.

Therefore when he delivered the sword of his hands to the sheath with his hips, he pulled out the sword with his back.

Rowe has a total of seven blades all over his body. It's two daggers, a song knife, a protruding sword, two long swords, and a big sword on the back. When it comes to why you carry so many blades, it's a festival.

Once in a while we shall rejoice in the festival of struggle, and we shall be prepared to do so.

Switching scores by opponent or circumstance is also extremely important in enjoying the festival.

In addition, it is important to enjoy the festival once in a while.

"Thunder flashes!

Rowe, shouting out loud, swung his sword through against the thunderball. The slash, which swung down vertically, splendidly severed the bulky thunderball of divine authority and also tore the Goddess's defensive barrier apart.

"Is that how you enjoy the festival?"

"That's right! This is the way to enjoy the festival!

"Ahhh..."

It didn't matter what Mia's reaction was.

Her poor riding has been around for a long time, and it's no exaggeration to say that it goes poorly with Lowe. Then why are we acting together, it just so happens to be a coincidence, it wasn't meant to be, and if we could, Lowe wanted to fight with us around the Griff.

Because Griff understands how Rowe thinks.

Griff also finds merit in the struggle.

In that regard, Mia and Levia are different.

Values are fundamentally different from the two who want to be at peace if possible.