Chapter 597 The Holy Spear and Holy Sword of Ishruna in the Painted World
The huge body was rampaging through the city like a torrent, and those stone houses did not hinder its footsteps at all. Along with the arrival of the Winter Wolf King, there was also the biting wind and snow.
Gray mentally estimated the distance that was being quickly shortened, and then rushed to the feet of the Winter Wolf King, using the opponent's huge body as a barrier.
Ouch~~
The King of Winter Wolves let out an angry roar. Compared with his own body, Gray and Olga Marie were as small as ants, but even with such ants, he had no way to deal with them immediately.
At this time, the Night Walker finally arrived at the scene. Facing the Winter Wolf King who was standing in front of him and his prey, he mercilessly slashed away with his sharp blade.
I saw the cold sword light cut through the wind and snow in an instant, leaving an arc-shaped white rainbow in the night that could not dissipate for a long time.
The Winter Wolf King's fur, which could withstand missile bombardment without being damaged, was silently cut into a huge gash, and bright red blood rushed out. The intense pain gave his already red eyes a hint of madness.
color.
The Winter Wolf King subconsciously abandoned the two troublesome ants and turned to bite the night wanderer.
It knows that guys like night wanderers are not easy to mess with. If it were daytime, it would definitely avoid such ominous guys at a distance. But at this time, it is soaked in the night, and the instinct of Warcraft takes over. As long as it dares to
Anyone who attacks it will be torn apart by the wolves.
——It is the harsh winter sweeping across the world!
The huge wound that was cut was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just two breaths, the wound had recovered as before.
The fangs and claws of the Winter Wolf King collided with the blade in the hand of the Night Walker, making a deafening noise. The surrounding area was in chaos, and half of the city was completely destroyed.
Gray and Olga Marie hid aside, adjusting their auras. Obviously, they did not expect that the plan to divert trouble to the east would succeed so smoothly.
Compared with the Winter Wolf King, whose instinct of Warcraft has taken over, Night Walker obviously still remembers the target he needs to defeat, but the entanglement of the Winter Wolf King makes him unable to do anything.
Finally, he finally realized that if he didn't deal with the obstacle in front of him, the mission would not be completed, so he devoted all his energy to deal with the Winter Wolf King in front of him.
"What should we do now?"
Gray asked in a low voice. She gently touched the wound on her right arm. The pain she had always ignored made her frown subconsciously.
It was a wound left by the winter wolf that had attacked her earlier. It was deep enough to see the bones, and it was still bleeding, making her head slightly dizzy.
"We can only wait for now. It would be best if they can both lose."
Olga Marie noticed the wound on Gray's arm, and after simply using magic to clean it, she used healing magic to restore it to its original state.
Gray waved her arms gently, and after the magic treatment, not even a scar was left, nor did she delay her actions. It was really magical.
"Don't worry, this is just the most basic healing magic, you can do it too."
As if she had seen through Gray's thoughts, Olga Marie said in time, and then showed a slightly helpless smile.
"Of course, we also need to return to the clock tower safely. Really, where is this place, and those annoying guys, if I can take out the holy sword, why would they be in such a mess..."
She muttered inanely, but Gray unexpectedly caught a familiar word.
"Holy Sword...Does Miss Olga Marie also own a Holy Sword?"
"Of course."
Olga Marie glanced at Gray and said matter-of-factly,
"Not just me, senior brother Kirshtalia, but also Sakura and Aya, everyone has a holy sword. Well, no, I remember senior brother Kirshtalia also has a holy spear... Anyway, this is us
A symbol of Animusfia’s direct lineage.”
"By the way, Gray, you should also have a holy sword, right?"
Suddenly thinking of something, Olga Marie looked at Gray with bright eyes.
"Well...I do have a holy sword."
Forced back by Olga Marie's gaze, Gray subconsciously shrank her body, then stretched out her hand to hold the pendant on her chest.
Even in the extremely cold winter, the pendant still exudes a faint warmth, which is what the holy sword embodies, but it really lacks a sense of presence on weekdays, and even Gray almost forgot about it.
"It's just that this holy sword is the sword of victory that King Arthur held. Not only that, but King Arthur personally handed it into my hands, and..."
The next words seemed a bit difficult to say. Gray hesitated for a moment and his face turned red.
"And she also told me to make me the next King of Britain."
Pfft——
Olga Marie couldn't help laughing.
"...I know that I am not qualified to be the King of Britain..."
Seeing Olga Marie laugh out loud, Gray looked even more depressed.
"Sorry, sorry, that's not what I meant."
Olga Marie waved her hands repeatedly, but the smile on her face was still uncontrollable.
"I just suddenly thought of something interesting."
So she vividly told Gray her experience of getting the Holy Sword. It sounded almost the same as the other person, but the content was changed to "Whoever pulls out this sword should be Animusfia"
A one-term monarch].
"Eh--"
Hearing Olga Marie's experience, Gray subconsciously exclaimed.
She lowered her head and stared at the pendant of the Holy Sword. It was true. She had never heard of the existence of the Holy Sword in the village. It was just because everyone was a devout believer, so no one thought about it deeply.
"Each of Animusfia's holy swords was made by Mikael's brother, so each one has his mark."
Mentioning Mikael, Olga Marie's eyes sparkled with dazzling light, and she became a little eloquent.
"In modern times where the mystery is gradually fading, my brother can actually create artifacts created by gods. Such great achievements are rare even in the age of the gods. Becoming a crown magician is even easier. But my brother never cares about these things, so in
He has always stayed at the level of a color magician."
Gray listened silently, and then injected magic power into the pendant in his hand. After a while, the pendant, which had absorbed enough magic power, transformed into the holy sword again.
The gorgeous sword blade that exudes golden light makes people feel hopeful and warm just by looking at it. It is a promise of victory that has been made long ago. Those who hold this sword will open up a path to their ideals.
"That's right, this is the holy sword made by my brother."
Olga Marie looked at it carefully, then stretched out her slender white fingers and pointed firmly at the gold inlaid in the hilt and hilt of the sword.
Gray looked in the direction of Olga Marie's finger, and she saw a mark the size of a grain of rice. If she didn't look carefully, she would confuse the mark with the surrounding decorative patterns.
She knew that mark because it was the symbol of Animusfia - two overlapping diamond patterns, simple but not simple.