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

End of the other sky.

End of story, end of story.

All end points.

This is the last place where dust and mustard originate in different skies, an area where all things come to an end.

There is no further ahead, and there is no end after this.

The end of the end.

In that realm, he was looking at one human being.

The sleeping position of a man who exhausted all his powers in earlier battles and lost consciousness as a result of exhaustion. The release of forces that would burn down even the soul was too burdensome for the human body, even with the protection of the Demon King. He is physically and mentally exhausted and exhausted.

The flesh was gone, and the spirit, the life, and even the soul were not the wings to perish. It could be considered the best result.

The shoreline of the termination, which should have been thoroughly destroyed, has already returned to normal.

Different sky dust mustards, which looked like piles of sand to be deposited, quickly filled this area as well.

The sky is full of dust.

It could be the fruit of a world that perished in the distant past, or it could be the remains of a world that collapsed on the other side of a long time ago.

Either way, those dust mustards are just wrecks that were once the elements that made up the world, no longer losing power and no longer regenerating.

No, it is not even acceptable to compare the wreckage of organisms or some kind of waste to them, beyond what it may be worth or methods of reuse, the presence of less than dust. It doesn't even exist. Poor leftover incense that could not even be extinguished in the confines of different skies. The remnants of the world.

On the shoreline where such things are deposited and born, it is the other sky itself that strikes over as if it were multiple different waves.

Different skies.

Once upon a time - the moment when all the beginningly “nothingness complete” that Miendia described as the original silence, renounced to be complete, it was born. A great universe that encloses countless worlds. It is this distant, alien sky that holds them inside like stars, as if every single one of the worlds is a small universe with countless stars inside.

And in the other sky, the world is born, raised, old, dead.

After hundreds of millions, or billions of light years, or a flash of brilliance, it disappears.

The dust mustard thus born drifts across the sky for a long time and eventually flows to its end. Because the annihilation, or collapse, of the world causes waves in the other skies and carries dust and mustard.

Then, when it comes to the millions of worlds that are going to perish, they are not. Only the number of times the world has perished will create a new world and complement the gaps in the other skies.

The number of worlds wandering in the other sky tries to remain in millions.

But a new world is not born the moment the world perishes. You are born quietly, slowly, and in a long time, you raise your voice.

It is for that reason that Miendia was unable to leave the world destroyed by Setuna. It wasn't what I found out how long it would take for the millions of worlds to regain their full state. Even if you had the power to foresee the future, it must be impossible to predict it perfectly.

The other skies are too whimsical.

Destroy the world too whimsically and create the world.

I guess that's why Miendia took action.

(You had a bad opponent)

He narrowed his eyes, remembering the end of the brave man, who would also vanish from karma and eventually from the memory of all beings.

What the brave man who stood up to the demon king of a million worlds left behind was more than just a loss or something.

It was a declaration of victory in a way, and it was the right one.

So here he is.

"Well... what's up"

Gazing at Setuna, who was buried in dust and mustard, he thought a lot.

Setuna, having lost her mind, is falling into a deep deep sleep. It has exhausted its power, its sperm and roots exhausted. Because only man used the power of a million demon kings of the world, so be it. You won't wake up for a while, and you don't have to bother to force it. Doing that puts an extra burden on Setuna's body.

At the very least, he should put him to sleep until he recovers somewhat, both physically and mentally, he thought and concluded.

Until then, it's not bad to have a view of the end of this nostalgic different sky.

I never want to see it again, and the landscape of the end that I've never seen again.

But what's here now is not the end, it's just the end view, and that's all his heart is at ease.

He grinned.

Because I had never imagined myself as the demon king of a million worlds. It is a totalization of destruction and killing, spreading chaos, stirring up struggles and bringing about debacle. Make it vicious and outrageous, the incarnation of evil tyranny. Something that unites demons, unifies darkness, and avenges light and God.

That's who I am.

That's why I never had hope, but just kept sinking into the depths of despair.

Not now.

Because black hope has crushed despair.

Trying to honor the battle of Setuna like that, the Demon King waited for his awakening.

"Ugh... hmmm..."

How much time has passed since then since such a voice leaked from Setuna's mouth, who kept sleeping?

Without counting the amount of time he was just staring at waves of different skies that struck without sound, he turned his attention to Setuna.

The wound on his whole body, he blocked it. With the help of the Demon King, it is easy to heal him completely, whether he is seriously wounded dying or not. Though not troublesome to the point of depleted physical and mental strength, the blockage of wounds in the body must have quickened Setuna's awakening.

Setuna slowly opened her lid as she stretched wide over the dust mustard. And then he squeezes his eyes in a decent way, shakes his head further left and right, and looks around.

"Did you have a good dream?

He did not respond from Setuna, although he talked to Setuna fine about how he had fallen asleep. It was as if his voice had not been heard and he had not even noticed his presence. Maybe he's just woken up and hasn't turned his head.

That was the arrowhead I thought.

"It's dark... right"

Setuna, so crushed, was still looking around in a slight manner.

I see, and he was convinced.

Sure, at the end of this other sky, it's dark.

There is no light, as if it were also in the abyss of darkness, and only the waves of the other skies that strike are occasionally brilliant, bringing only a tiny bit of light to this area. Nothing else serves as a light source.

If it's just a human eye, isn't it nearly impossible to find him wrapped in dark clothes out of this darkness?

So, Setuna, can't you even notice his presence?

(No... you're not)

He shook his head in his chest.

Setsuna didn't even respond to his voice. No matter how dark the place was covered in darkness, the voice should reach. Even if this is the end of the other sky and the normal laws are not working.

There is no reason why his voice, which roars into the millions of worlds, cannot be heard.