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

Miendia still didn't seem to understand what had happened to her. Her face turns pale and she has a tense expression. We ran into an incomprehensible situation and were in a state of absolute desperation. There can be no room for it, but disappear and lose what was transcendent, and it was no longer just as fruitful as a human being.

No, of course, it's not just human or anything.

No, but no, I was dragged down to the earth from far and high order, and my former glow was dull. It can't be, like, divinity.

"Why... this...!

Miendia was stunned by a situation she had not imagined at all and was upset by the fact that even words could no longer be spoken properly.

"Reflect Chaos Blinger, seal up all his abilities, drag me down from the throne of the Demon King...? How dare you?"

Setuna looked out for and admired the white smeared spear.

In fact, Setuna, fitted into Miendia's measures, was sealed chaos bringer. We can no longer demonstrate the power of the demonic kingdom. As a result, Miendia became unconscious and was scattered and hurt. I almost got killed, but I'm also certain they wouldn't have.

Because then Miendia would have let Setuna disappear into a blow. But I didn't. Not because Miendia was playing, or maybe she tried. There's no way Miendia would think of that.

I didn't.

I couldn't.

There was no way I could have gotten Setuna in my hands or anything more than that.

Because that flesh was no longer just for Miendia.

"... but there's no point in reincarnating it."

"How about... do..."

"I would have gone. It's not me. It's us."

I guess he squeezed it out with his final thoughts. Miendia's voice disappears in such a way that it is dispersed by the dust mustard at the end of the other sky. The presence that was so powerful and so divine seemed so weak and daunting that it was about to disappear. Naturally, too.

It's over.

Everything is over.

It's over.

"At first, it was Azmaria"

Setuna put her thoughts to a comrade who had melted into Miendia and disappeared.

"When you were betrayed and debated by the Sixth General, Azmaria, born as a form of promise to Iles Valle, was the very humanity that slept deep in your heart. The emotions, thoughts, despair you have for a doomed world... and hope. Those crystals of various thoughts shaped Azmaria"

The luscious beauty of the Red Devil passes the back of his brain. I must have always been transcendent because I believed in my justice and understood that its execution depended on the future of the world. Don't hesitate to make mistakes. A flash of patrol could be a fatal blow, which is why she has always broken off.

And there was no mistake in that decision.

So there is now.

"So Azmaria keeps thinking about countering irrational things, and she's done so many experiments that she can count."

The frontier that was finally reached was armed summoning.

The distribution of that technology, based on the summoning magic of Miendia, gave power to each of the inhabitants of Iles Valle, thereby preparing them for the forthcoming resurrection of the Holy King.

but that's not the only Azmarian plan.

It was only one end of the plan to destroy the Holy King.

"Armed Summoning...... and Gate of Vermillion. That power was an essential force in fulfilling the aims of Azmaria"

Setuna's eyes, staring at Miendia, but not at Miendia. What you're looking at is behind those eyes. The eyes, lost in divinity and not even emitting a golden glow, are clear beas.

Different shapes, his eyes.

"In order to destroy you completely and completely, I needed to resurrect you in perfect condition in order to cut off you and the cause and effect of the world. Perfect enough for you to gain the power you want and give your thoughts on the future you want..."

So I needed a Gate of Vermillion.

"And Azmaria, she summoned. Quon. Guardian of the mirror of divine reason."

And Quon had what Azmaria was looking for.

The summons by the Gate of Vermillion allowed Quon to exercise the art of armed summons, and Quon became the summoner of the Shield of Messiah. He is the guardian of the mirror of divine reason. It had an extremely important role to play in the plan for the annihilation of the Holy King.

Your flesh after a full resurrection.

Quon's role in the plan for the annihilation of the Holy King was there.

It is to become the new flesh of Miendia, integrated with Azmaria and with a full resurrection.

"I guess if I tried you, it would have been either me or Kuon."

But what happened was that Setuna's flesh was never chosen.

Why.

Simple reason.

For if Miendia, who has become the only being of the soul, seeks a new flesh and approaches Setuna, Quon protects Setuna. And there was no reason to flesh out anyone else who was there. Setuna's flesh was the new flesh of Miendia.

As if it had been decided from the beginning.

No, in fact, I guess it was decided when I got to that place.

Azmaria said.

I'll take care of the rest.

and.

What follows is not to intercept the phallics trying to stop Azmaria.

It was after Miendia, who had a full resurrection, got Quon's flesh.

Even if Miendia hadn't destroyed her flesh by Faria at that time, she knew she wasn't satisfied with the body of the Demonic Crystal Doll. Inevitably, they will target the flesh of Setuna or Quon. And it was impossible to obtain Setuna's flesh more than there was Quon, and it must have been possessed by Quon's flesh.

In that case, there will be no one but Setuna who can kill Miendia.

Except for Setuna and Quon.

(No, so is Azmaria)

I corrected it in my chest and looked at the woman in front of me.

"And it was for this moment that you summoned me."

That said, it was only natural to feel a little complicated.

There is no discontent or dissatisfaction with the summons itself. Life at Iles Valle was so varied that it was far more intense and reversible than it was in this world. So much so that in just a few years it will repaint more than a decade of memory.

It's not just the memory of the battlefield washing blood with blood.

There are also numerous memories of ordinary times.

Pulling them around, there was nothing more vain right now than at this moment.

We have to settle this.