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

"... Come on, let's go Setsuna."

He snapped as he saw Setuna's figure disappear from the darkness of the dark demonic realm.

The bellies were also watching Setuna travel.

Because everyone expected Setuna to.

I had to hope.

Just like him.

No, it's just like him, so I guess it's natural.

"My black hope."

That's exactly what we want.

The only hope that shines black in the midst of this ignorant long night of despair.

Because Setuna stood up in overwhelming despair and confronted him, which should also be called the de-centralization of despair. You must know a hundred things that can't be won. No matter how much algae you scratch, no matter how much foot you scratch, there can't be wins or anything.

Setsuna is just a human being, and he is a demon king.

Something that unites the demonic genus of a million worlds.

Although armed summoning was the only way to use it, it was definitely not the right match for Setuna, who could not use either the black spear or his relatives who relied most on it.

To burn your life, to hang your soul, it doesn't change the outcome.

Yet Setuna, stood up and stood up.

He survived despair and stood in the sight of the Demon King.

Like hope shining in despair.

"Now is the time."

Signs that appeared inadvertently behind him were extremely reassuring to him. Nod.

"Oh."

This time.

He feels like rebelling against her words.

How long has it been since the other side of a long time ago, to this day?

And how many sacrifices have been made and how much frustration and despair have been repeated?

Finally.

"Finally... we've reached this point"

He went, not least sentimentally.

No matter, there's no way you can be relieved.

The opponent is Miendia, the Holy Emperor, with the mirror of divine reason.

But if Setuna illuminated the darkness of despair with a light of hope, I could surely overcome it.

And that's why I sent him out because I believed him.

"Later, you just believe in the work of Setuna, Master"

She said, sounding terribly nostalgic. It was a word and a voice that I thought I would never hear again. Sounds like it should have been forgotten on the other side of oblivion. But no, she was, like, getting her old self back.

It's as if he was exposed to the light of Setuna.

"... oh"

He nodded quietly.

No longer, I don't need words.

You can wait to be summoned.

That was all.

At the end of the spatial transfer, there was a vast view in front of him.

There seems to be a blue sky everywhere over your head that can be pulled out, you don't see one cloud, and only the sunlight shines so dazzling. Painfully clear in the eyes. The breeze blowing through was mild, so much so that I couldn't imagine a death fight that might affect the whole world from now on.

Quiet before the storm would be exactly this.

In front of you lies the land of the Gandia Small Continent.

By virtue of the fierce struggle with the Lion God and the Holy King, there seemed to be no longer a single human son on that small continent that no longer had a prototype or anything at all.

All those incorporated under that power by the power of the Holy King have moved to the place where Setuna was earlier, and I guess they are paying out of the Gandia Small Continent. In other words, both the remnants of Nea Gandia and the anti-Nea Gandia coalition must have been empowered by the Holy Emperor to be angels.

Just as the Sigurds "The Pale Wind" was.

Just as the imperial generals were.

Just as dragons and imperial demons and armed summoners were.

There was no one left on the battlefield of the final showdown, and he became an angel.

But that fact, rather, had brought relief to Setuna. Angelization by the power of the Holy Emperor was apostolic by the gods, divine soldiering is apparently something that differs in principle, because the angels did not even show signs of transformation like divine soldiers.

If so, as long as the Holy Emperor is killed, their angelization will be lifted and they will return to the original man, to the dragon, to the Imperial Devil.

And while they are angelizing, it means that they are more fortified than normal, and even if the battle between Setuna and the Holy Emperor has increased in intensity, and the aftermath has spread far and wide, even if they have been involved, the formula for angelized ones to survive is high.

That means we can fight without worrying about the damage done by the angels.

And the Holy King.

Miendia Raegnus-Wargrain was floating between the heavens and the earth in the small continent.

Alone.

One, but emitting huge amounts of light, it was still a small sun, and just staring was going to hit my eyes. So dazzling and so powerful. Besides, it's not because the Holy King is emitting power or anything, it's just like the aftermath that's being released even though he hasn't done anything.

If the Holy King exercises his full power, it is easy enough to alter the world.

In fact, that's how we changed the world and made it one continent to show it, about five hundred years ago.

Based on that fact, I can see that there is nothing to make of it, such as the fact that the Holy Emperor inverted the perception of everyone except Setuna and Twa.

That's about it, maybe it's the same thing as toys.

"Again, are you here"

The voice of the Holy Emperor echoes into heaven and earth and reaches the ears of Setuna. I guess I'm not going to be screaming or yelling. I'm just speaking out to reach Setuna. And yet, it's horrible because it's so powerful that it just makes me feel like I want to lay low.

"I couldn't wait."

Miendia seemed to realize that Setuna would get here alone.

"... you trusted me so much."

"Yes, of course."

Miendia will understand the intent of this statement. Smiled.

"You wouldn't have them in your hands. Because you are strong, but you are kinder than anyone else."

"That's a buyout... well, yeah"

Some of Miendia's words, I have to admit.

"I think I'm nicer to the people around me."

I can't think about someone else in red who has nothing to do with me or anything, but I've lived around me, especially with the desire to give back everything to one person who's favoring me. I guess the result is this zama, but that's not bad.

Anyway, thanks to that, I was able to get here without hurting anyone.

And I knew without a doubt that it was the Holy King's aim.

Probably because I took a peek into the abyss of the Demon King.

The Holy King's purpose, I see.

I understand.