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

"The real deal is not here."

"What?"

Vishtal frowned and shook his head. The Shield of Messiah shines and bounces back to Setuna with events happening around it intact.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Setsuna."

The mirror's ability to “reflect” distorted space-time around all of Setuna, accelerating the collapse of space, but it also dealt with it by just shaking the chaos bringer. I mean, I destroyed it. Space-time distortions, scattered like vitreous craftsmanship, create further distortions and become waves of chaos and diffuse around them.

Destruction creates destruction, chaos creates chaos. Chain of ruin. The isolated temporal space of the Sacrificial Sacred was no longer pushing towards unilateral ruin.

That is the power of the Demon King.

And it can be countered by something like a mirror of divine reason, which is why Vishtal is intact.

"Conflicting"

"Contradictions?"

"Yes, contradiction."

Vistahl went somewhat irritated in a junction that did not even take the waves of ruinous chaos as a precipice. Finally, there was a crack in his spare face.

"You should have gone. Shooting me. Kill me, destroy me, wipe me out. In order to move forward, there is no other way but to do so, and there is no way. Except to kill this mightiest lion, Vishtal."

"... I thought so, too."

If we waved the spear, as its spearhead moved, the waves of chaos twisted, trembled, swirled, enveloping Vishtal's protective kingdom. At last, a crack arises in the mirror junction of divine reason, entwined in a running stream of chaos that continues to devastate time and space. But that alone does not destroy the bond. Because in the next moment they are “reflected”.

"I'll kill you. I thought that was the only way."

A running stream of chaos is coming towards Setuna like reverse playback footage. The immense power of ruin looms as it diffuses collapse and ruin as it strikes further into space-time.

Shake your head.

"But it wasn't. It wasn't."

Said Setuna, swallowed by the running of chaos.

"You really know, Quon"

"Setuna...... you are"

"I finally figured it out."

In ruinous pain, Setuna's consciousness is nevertheless uninterrupted. The feeling that the flesh is thoroughly destroyed, damaged and lost can be called pain equal to death. But Setuna's consciousness never vanished, and that's why we even have to feel this desperate pain. And there is hope in that pain.

Hope shines before despair.

"Finally."

Falling.

"I could tell"

I can see it falling head-on to the ground with the running of chaos.

"What is this power of mine for? Why am I fighting you here right now? Why, I was born. Meaning that. All of it."

Even if it crashes into the ground, it still falls deeper. Fall, sink. Into the darkness. To the bottom of the tomb. To the end of Nara. To hell.

So strange that the destroyed and exhausted body could decay and remain conscious, but I didn't feel any puzzle. Admit the flesh regenerates as normal.

pseudo death.

Similar playback.

"Hey, Demon King."

Setuna was looking at the landscape of hell that she had seen across her sight covered in the darkness of chaos. Demon King's territory covered with death. But there is no demon king anywhere in that vast world. Because the Demon King is in Setuna's hands now. As black spears, as chaos bringers, as wands of demon kings.

That absolute, if not exaggerated, power has taught me.

Shake up the spear, look up to heaven, and stare.

Flying better than hell.

It was also easy to return to the world you were in if you mastered, controlled and ruled the running of chaos. When it comes to why we went to hell, it's because the chaotic runoff drilled a hole in space and space. I drilled a hole that leads to hell. Then, if you go through that hole, it is also easy to return during the Sacrificial Sacred.

And if you go back between sacrifice saints, Vishtar awaits you.

His expression, which laid the mirror of divine reason and reconstructed the guardian kingdom of absolute invincibility, was full of doubts about Setuna's statement.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Then I'll show you. Soon."

When I told him, Setuna was taking Vishtal's back. If you control the flow of chaos that covers your entire body, the power to interfere in space at that time, you can travel to fly away everywhere. It's amazing because it's just a space transfer itself, and it can even interfere with the space within Vishtal's guardian kingdom.

When Vishtal tried to look back at this one all the time, it was too late.

Setsuna was stabbing the tip of a chaos blinger in Vishtal's back.

But there was nothing like the power of destruction that would have flowed in from the cutting edge smashing Vishtal's flesh to pieces.

When Vishtal looked back at this one, it was all over and so I guess he had to look stunned. For a moment, you didn't know what happened. But I understood right away. There's no way I don't understand it because I have as much brains as he does.

"This is..."

Vishtal looked down at his own body and went. I feel something strange happening to me.

"There's no more". I destroyed it. "

When Setuna told him, Vistahl looked up. I hope I don't know what to say. The look on his face, full of room in the fight, seemed so pitiful and unreliable that I couldn't imagine it coming from his face. You could call it a human expression.

"Now you and I have no reason to fight."

"... Ha, you sure do. Yeah, but this is me, then."

Vishtal had a refreshing look somewhere as to whether he understood everything.

"You're just gonna die right now."

"Right."

I can't deny that either.

Sure, as it is, he just dies.

Because he was a lion. Apostle of the Lion God Emperor. It is life because it was supplied with infinite vitality by the Lion God Emperor, and breaking that connection can only mean facing death.

In fact, his flesh was beginning to collapse.

So Setuna called the name.

"Twa."

"Yes, brother"

Then Vishtar glanced at Twa because it appeared out of nowhere.

"... Twa? Anisama......?

"Right. Don't you know Kuon? She's Twa. My sister."

Vishtal seemed even more surprised when Setuna introduced him to Twa.

"Imout?"

"Don't sound like the first word I've ever heard."

"No, because your sister."

"My sister."

"But the child..."

"God, but my sister"

"Um."

"My sister."

"... ok, ok. Let's just say that. So, what did your sister say?

He didn't seem to have any questions about how he showed up here. That would be so. With the power of the Demon King, there is not as much creation as calling for beings who are in different spaces.

The isolation by the power of the Lion God emperor also means that it no longer makes sense.