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

Presently refraining from the home of Nair Gandia, known as Narunnirnol, she was in a state of unparalleled serenity.

Waiting is Nea Gandia's army, led by the lion god Emperor Leongando Laignas-Gandia.

It is the final showdown, and the real deal, the battle hanging the fate of this world awaits.

"The fate of the world was placed in the hands of the Demon King."

Speaking unexpectedly, she turned to you.

God was getting closer.

Lyohan's patron saint Malik.

The drifting god, who looked like a boy, somehow remains on the side of this world thoroughly. Speaking of drifting gods, they say it's like falling over the world.

Malik apparently liked this world a lot.

"Does that mean you were right, too? Azmaria."

"No way."

She denied it with a bitter smile.

There's no way we can assume that kind of situation.

That's what you wouldn't be able to assume, if not the ability to predict the future. And if you have that ability, you won't wander the world for five hundred years. I should have been able to settle this sooner.

But it didn't.

Because of incompleteness and inadequacy, it had to be.

"But I recognised my good fortune again."

"Huh?"

"Following the Quon, we attracted Setuna. No luck like this."

Azmaria said with all her heart.

I was able to attract two more of the bills I wanted. There can be no more luck, so she didn't try to pull a hand tag after that. There are no more indispensable bills than Quong and Setsuna.

Absolutely invincible shield and the most powerful spear.

The power of both poles.

I got the keys.

All I had to do was work them out and wait for that time to come.

Years, decades.

The problem was, life expectancy.

Both Quon and Setuna are just human beings. It's not like Azmaria. Therefore, the situation had to move faster and faster than their life expectancy had run out.

That's what I was thinking, arrowhead, the situation changed.

It would also be nothing but luck.

"It's an extra honor to be left in the good fortune..."

"Ironic."

"It's ironic."

Malik was looking straight at us. God's eyes glowed golden, as if they were glaring at Azmaria's heart. Most of all, we don't have cheap minds that can be seen through.

"I don't trust you."

"You won't be the only one. As one of the gods, I will not be trusted. That's fine. My purpose is to erase the irrationality of this world. That's all."

I used everything for that, and I've come this far.

And one more push.

I guess you're waiting in the deepest part of Narunnirnol to destroy the lion god emperor and end it all.

At that time, I was glad it was no longer in front of me.

Therefore Azmaria had to admit that in the depths of her heart, in the abyss of her soul, something had gone out of her way. My heart is shaking that can't be shaken, my soul is shaking. The impossible is happening.

Why is that?

The reason is simple.

I waited five hundred years.

Five hundred years.

(It was a long time...)

It was a long, painful battle.

That's exactly what I'm about to finish.

I can't be happier.

So whoever thought of it had nothing to do with it.

Everything is just to put an end to this long overdue battle.

For her, anything, but it was.

I had a dream.

In his dreams, he was, like, a dragon.

I realized that I was a dragon because I saw an ugly and disastrous appearance on the lake surface in the lake where I stepped down to rest my feathers.

That appearance of a black and ugly monster looked familiar somewhere.

Maybe it's your fault, maybe it's not.

but it didn't matter.

Whether you look familiar or not, you have to live with it. You have to stay alive. I am not allowed to die. Doom is unacceptable. We must keep living and fighting. Struggle and war are the absolute only existential significance, scattering destruction and confusion and burning the world down.

That's who I am, so I never questioned it there.

Leaving the lake and marking the sky.

Beat down the enemies in line, just seek a fight, keep flying.

It can't be a destination or anything.

Just fly, just fight.

That's all.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Destruction and killing, confusion and war, that's all.

It has no purpose or meaning.

Kill enemies to the point of boredom and bleed to the point of bathing.

Even if a corpse covers the ground, and a sea of blood can be made, it's still not enough.

Fight, fight, kill, take, destroy, crush, destroy.

Continue more, more, and indefinitely.

Memories of a long struggle.

A circle of fruitless struggle.

I can't see the end.

I wonder how long we should keep fighting.

How long should we keep killing them?

When I had my doubts, that was the beginning of the pain.

The endless days of struggle turned into hell itself.

Oh, well, that's when he finally understood.

This is not a dream or anything.

It's a memory.

His.

Of the Demon King...

When I thought so, I woke up.

The blurred consciousness indicated that he was in a semi-awakening state, but he immediately regained himself when he saw the girl sleeping next door. Sleeping with his arm in his pillow is Twa.

I felt as though I really had a sister, but that's something similar to what I once had against Elina. The only difference would be that Twa is closer to Setuna than Elina.

Setuna was relieved to make sure she kept sleeping as she moved her head carefully and carefully from above her arms to keep Twa awake. It was Towa's sleeping face and healthy, and he was perfectly at ease. I can clearly see that I am forgiving my heart to Setuna.

(I'm comfortable)

It was also against itself.

He was resting, and he was asleep at some point. Besides, I even gave Twa an arm pillow. I'm not sure if it's unconscious or conscious. I don't remember just before I went to sleep.

Looking around, there was no one else in the tent.

Apparently, they all went out of the tent, caring for the sleeping Setunas.

Setuna slowly rose to keep Twa awake, filled with inner gratitude.

And as soon as I left the tent, the lems jumped into view.

"Oh, Master, you've woken up very quickly."

"What a setuna, I thought you were sleeping a little more"

"Good morning, Setuna"

It is the servants of Setuna who have spoken the words of the Trinity.

Rem, Ragna, Urk.

The three of them were right next to the tent, I guess, because that's their role.

So, not so, Setuna greeted them as much as she could think of.

"Good morning, my dear servants."

Then there was a moment of silence.

And I've got Rem looking like he's in trouble.

"What's wrong? Your husband."

"Did you even hit him in the head?

"Didn't you still wear out too much?

Following Lem, even Ragna and Urk have reacted quite a bit to the idea that Setsuna was looking strange, so he had nothing else to do with his face.

"Oh, my God, sometimes he tells me to let one of the lord-like dialogues go."

"Oh, my God, you know what?"

As Ragna shrugged, Urk laughed small.

"Setuna is our Lord, no matter what"

"The juniors are right. If you are your master as always, that is all we are happy with, so please, stay put."

And in response to Rem's humble and loving remarks, Setuna had no words to return.

Whatever you say earlier is just a joke, and I have trouble getting it taken seriously.