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

So destroy.

Eradicate the uncertain light of the Holy King's soul.

Thoroughly destroy, crush and extinguish it so that it will never again manifest itself in this world, lest it be the source of the chaos of a million worlds.

Without leaving a single shard.

Setuna pointed her spear toward a mass of light approaching from far overhead as she jumped high in the air. While concentrating all his power on the pitch-black cutting-edge of the black spear, he supports the spear with the "dark stroke” embodied from both arms, as a response to the recoil that would strike with the spread wings. Black light distorts the surrounding space and runs cracks if you also pull the various emotions of the Demon King and his family and converge them first.

"Blow it up!"

Roar, fire away.

The “true and destructive rays” of maximum power at maximum output become an explosive stream of black light that penetrates the void and leads to heaven. If we clash at the impending light, it will crush easily, thereby eroding even the scattered light, resulting in collapse. The only way to crush the space as well, and the chains of blast crushing after blast crushing allowed the sky to self-destruct was to roll. Blue skies are lost, and creepy and disastrous different spaces peek into your face.

The power of overwhelming destruction.

The demon king of a million worlds, a manifestation of one end of his power, is natural, but the reactions caused by it were also tremendous, and Setuna was clashing from his back to the ground as he saw the soul of the Holy King destroyed. It was more reactionary than expected.

Most of all, he is not dumb enough to be injured just because he crashed into the ground by recoil.

Because he was putting up a defensive barrier on his back, thinking about that possibility.

It was fitting that the light of black destruction disappeared when Setuna rose.

I am relieved as I look at the sight of the rapidly repairing rift in space-time created by "true and destructive rays”.

There is no soul of the Holy King in the sky.

"It's over... right?

"No, not yet, Setsuna"

"Huh?"

You're lying, Setuna said, looking out for Quon.

"To that extent, then, the power of the Holy King, the soul of the Holy King cannot be destroyed"

"Shh!?

"Are you kidding me!?

"Even with all that pain, is it?

As everyone reacted like they couldn't believe it, Quon looked up in the air with a sure look.

Setuna looks up in the sky trying to follow that gaze, saying that there is no way he is lying. Despite the fact that the black light has eroded the light of the Holy King's soul and witnessed its complete destruction. I can't believe it, but there was no reason for Quon to lie in this situation.

Setuna then witnesses an incredible sight.

"You're lying..."

There was light drifting between the sky that was to be restored and the narrow of the earth. The high density divine prestige of its light was so divine, dazzling, and clear that it floated flat in the sky as if it had never been pierced, destroyed and exhausted by the light of destruction.

It is the soul of the Holy King.

More, Setsuna.

"Huh?"

"I need more power."

Quon came, gazing at the soul of the Holy King. More. That means Setuna has to draw even more Chaos Bringer power, but as things stand, I didn't think I could do that. It was only with the help of Faria, Ruufa and Miliu that I was able to exert all that power when I killed the Lion God Emperor.

Right now, I can't exert as much power as I did then.

And, perhaps, Quon wants more than that.

Without more power, we cannot extinguish the soul of the full Holy King.

"But that's not enough. Just you."

"Yeah?"

When Setuna was surprised by his mouthfeel, the soul of the Holy Emperor had once again descended. Straight towards Setuna, at an amazing rate. It is no exaggeration when it comes to divine speed.

Setsuna swung the spear.

but the soul of the Holy King changed course just before entering Setuna's time. The trajectory of the soul, curved at a steep angle, becomes a spiral of blinding light and burns to the retina of Setuna. It was so impressive because there was Quon ahead of him in pursuit of the light with his eyes that he accepted the soul of the Holy King, as if he had been waiting.

"What -?"

Setuna, for a moment, did not know what had happened.

Not to deny the sight itself, but something inexorably unacceptable happened.

The soul of the Holy Emperor, who was supposed to be after Setuna as the next dependent price, suddenly changed its course and went to Quon. And Quon did not seek to protect himself from the Holy King with his shield, nor did he accept it.

At that time, Setsuna noticed once again.

Why, at that moment, did the soul of the Holy King change course in front of Setuna?

Because a defensive barrier stood in front of Setuna.

An absolutely invincible shield created by the Shield of Messiah.

Therefore, the soul of the Holy King had to give up relying on Setuna to pay for it.

Instead of that, the soul of the Holy King chose Quon for the price. Because if Quon, who was the guardian of the mirror of divine reason but did not protect himself in any way and was in an unprotected and extreme state, no one could disturb him and possess him easily.

And, in fact, you're right.

"Shh..."

"What the hell, it..."

In everyone's dismay, Quon's whole body is engulfed in light.

The soul of the Holy King was quickly entering the body of Quon. Quon didn't even see how he stood up to it, he just looked at Setuna and said something. I didn't hear a voice, but I should have gone. My mouth was moving. I couldn't afford to guess the content of the words from that mouth movement.

However, Setuna knew what he wanted to do, and I understood his thoughts.

And Setsuna didn't want to think about it.

Everyone and he are just like the spirit of self-sacrifice took one form.

Setuna, with that in mind, was watching Quon. The appearance of Quon transforming into the Holy King.

There was no time since the Soul of the Holy King was possessed until the flesh of Quon was completely taken over. Quon didn't resist. You can buy time if you resist, but that doesn't mean anything to you. Then it would be a lot quicker to give flesh to the Holy King - yes, even if Quon thought so, no wonder.

And Quon's angelic appearance transformed into what the Holy King deserved.

Quon, a man of history, whose flesh was transformed into that of a woman by the possession and complete assimilation of the Holy King. I mean, they had chests, narrow hips, and overall rounded. He also changed his face. He was a beautiful man in the first place, but he became the face of a more beautiful woman. Her hair remained white, but the wings that were growing on her back became wings of light, and a ray of light was born. The clothes worn around me also changed dramatically. The white tone remains the same, but it has turned into a substitute that does not exist anywhere in this world with more majestic and divine, complex and elaborate decorations.

"Finally."

A woman's voice leaked out of her mouth.

"Finally, I was able to resurrect"

The voice was very different from when it was dependent on the flesh of Azmaria as its price. Simply put, it doesn't resemble Azmaria at all, and it wasn't an exaggeration when it came to someone else.

"I owe that and this to you. I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Saint Emperor Miendia Raegnus-Wargrain smiled softly, as such.