My Summons Are All Gods

Now that Ares had disappeared, the spear he left behind could be used by him.

Jerry had to think about the worst case scenario.

He just didn't know when Ares had given him the right to use the spear.

Now that he had a weapon of the same quality as the Sword of Victory, However, Jerry was not happy at all.

As he had the prerequisite of becoming a master-servant relationship with the Sword of Victory, Jerry knew that as long as he was alive, the Sword of Victory would never acknowledge anyone else as its master.

Unless he met with an accident and died one day, then only the Sword of Victory would be able to find its next master.

And now, the spear had acknowledged him as its master. In other words, its previous master, Ares, had probably met with an accident and died.

The spear was still shaking, as if it was taking the initiative to volunteer. There were not many stripes on the sleek body of the spear, but only traces left behind by the passage of time. In many places, it was so dry that it had cracked. Only the tip of the spear was still as shiny as ever.

"Go, bring back my sword."

Since the spear wanted to fight, as its current master, Jerry naturally would not go against its wish.

Moreover, just like the Sword of Victory, this spear was a divine weapon. It therefore did not need its owner to provide divine power. It operated independently.

This was also in line with the situation where the Sky Dynasty had to conserve divine power.

Jerry held the spear upside down. His other hand still needed to hold the pearl to maintain the enchantment, so he could only use one hand to throw the spear.

He used his parapsychic sense and made a thin hole in the barrier.

He leaned back and stepped forward.

Then, a stream of divine power came from his arm until it wrapped around the spear.

Throw!

Jerry threw the spear forward with all his might. It landed right at the opening of the barrier without any deviation.

The spear went through the opening that was just enough to wrap it up. It streaked across the sky like a meteor and headed straight to the center of the battlefield.

According to the mythical records, Ares's spear did not have a name. It was called Spear.

However, Jerry now understood that this spear was definitely not an ordinary thing.

There was no name. It was most likely that Ares did not mention it. Perhaps it was because defeating his opponent with a good weapon would make him feel no sense of achievement.

Even after coming to the Sky Dynasty, Ares did not use the potential of the spear. Instead, he used it as the most ordinary spear.

This somehow made Jerry feel dissatisfied. Why would the Sky Dynasty use such a shabby weapon when they were not poor? If it did not work, why wouldn't they bring over Odin's Spear of Death over?

The spear burst out with divine power in the air. Bright colors covered the entire body of the spear, making it look like a shooting star.

When the "shooting star" landed, it lifted up a huge wave of mud. The violent airwaves even distorted the light. In Jerry's eyes, everything in front of him seemed to twist a little.

"Bloodthirsty Spear, or the Spear of Fear."

Only then did Jerry remember that there were records about Ares's spear. As the God of War, Ares brought death and destruction to the land, and his spear represented bloodthirst and fear.

The airwaves just now were not caused by Jerry. He knew that the divine power that he had used on the spear just now was not that powerful.

It was caused by the spear's own divine power.

This phenomenon made Jerry's eyes light up.

His Sword of Victory was an item with divine power.

However, the Sword of Victory was not particularly good at using this kind of divine power.

Not to mention, to release the divine power in this manner.

The air blast calmed down. The battlefield was silent for a second, and then it became lively again.

Other than the countless dead and injured mud monkeys, it was as if nothing had happened.

The explosion of the divine power from the spear just now, if it had been in any other place, would have been as powerful as the effect of a demolition team working for a month without eating or drinking.

However, on this Black Forest Island, there were no obvious traces left behind.

Even the black trees closest to the point of impact of the spear had yet to fall.

Jerry had already experienced the toughness of the black trees.

At this moment, the spear was thrusting back and forth in the forest. Its speed was not as fast as the Sword of Victory, but it had the advantage of being experienced. Every movement was crucial, and every attack could accurately hit multiple mud monkeys.

And the mud monkeys could not do anything to it. The mud monkeys' attacks were scratching with their claws, or using poison to kill the trial-takers.

However, their claws had no way of touching the exquisitely moving spear. Moreover, their strongest weapon, poison, had no effect on such life form like the spear.

Furthermore, unlike the fledgling Sword of Victory, this spear's consciousness was very sharp. It almost did not expose itself to the encirclement of multiple enemies.

This made it impossible for the mud monkeys to surround the spear. They wanted to swarm up and suppress the spear as if they were dealing with the Sword of Victory, but they found that they could not even touch the tail of the spear.

It was unknown where the Spear's divinity came from. The Sword of Victory was only used by Jerry today, so its experience was completely incomparable to the Spear.

At this moment, the Sword of Victory was in an airtight cage made of mud monkeys.

These mud monkeys were like stacking arhats, forming a hemispherical shape and wrapping the Sword of Victory in it.

The Sword of Victory was swinging desperately in the middle, and mud was splashing everywhere. However, it could not break out no matter how.

The poison of the mud monkeys was useless against steel, and their claws could not tear apart the steel with divine power. Therefore they had to use this method to temporarily trap the Sword of Victory.

Suddenly, the spear fell from the sky and pierced through the hemisphere formed by the mud monkeys.

Then, divine power seeped out from the body of the spear, and the light it emitted became more and more powerful, like a lamp.

The spear once again erupted with divine power, sending the mud monkeys stacked on top of each other in all directions flying. A few unlucky mud monkeys were directly scattered, turning into large pieces of flying mud.

Only then did the Sword of Victory regain its freedom.

When the two weapons with divine power and consciousness met, the spear was already used to it, and its movements never stopped.

The Sword of Victory had never seen anything like this, and from this moment, it unlocked the emotion of shock.

Its intelligence did not allow it to understand all of this, but it could clearly sense that the spear that had saved it was emitting Jerry's aura.

Instinctively, the Sword of Victory recognized the spear as its comrade.