In the darkness, the light of the torch gradually weakened, and the dark red light flickered, making people worry that it would go out at any time.
Viscount Moruo looked at the stone platform in front of him. This was the last place. The stone platform with distinct layers was like a staircase, going up step by step. At the top of the stone platform, a magnificent oval gem was slowly suspended, emitting light.
It glows faintly with fluorescence, and underneath it you can vaguely see the accumulated dust and the rusty long sword.
"Is this a treasure that has been buried for thousands of years?" A red-coated officer looked at the gem greedily.
"There is a special magic on it. It is so peaceful and silent." The two people around him also looked at the gem and commented slowly.
"This is not an ordinary thing. I think we need to store it first and hand it over to the royal family for verification."
"I think so." They had no intention of giving this treasure to Viscount Moreau, even if the other party brought a few of them in.
"You, how could you do this... This is such a bad faith, treachery, this is betrayal..." Viscount Moruo seemed to be very angry, standing aside to accuse, but a little scared, he could not defeat these three people at the moment.
human.
"Whatever you say, Lord Viscount."
They didn't care at all about the speech of this weak Viscount. Perhaps in the past, the Viscount was considered quite a noble, but now in the southern region, the aristocratic forces have been purged in large numbers, and naturally they are no longer as noble as they used to be.
The three of them left the viscount alone, quickened their pace, and climbed towards the high platform. But as they got closer, the gem became brighter and brighter, emitting circles of light blue ripples, which chilled the hearts of the three who approached.
They stepped back again, carefully avoiding the spreading ripples, and then cautiously tested again.
A stone was thrown over and rolled to the ground without any response. Then he tried to pull out the sword and tested the ripples. Then a cold magic power spread from the sword, and the hand holding the sword suddenly froze.
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Seeing that the situation was not going well, the two people around him forcibly knocked down their swords, breaking the brief connection. The officer fell to the ground, gasping for breath for the rest of his life.
"It seems we still have to find Viscount Moreau." As they said that, the two men once again brought Viscount Moreau, who was not far behind, over.
"I know what to do, because this is our family's secret, so you must take me with you to avoid the curse." Viscount Moreau said firmly.
"Okay, I'll take you with me." With that said, the two of them sandwiched Viscount Moreau and moved forward again.
When they approached the steps again, the gem emitted another circle of ripples. Seeing this, Mo Ruo quickly took out the small blood bottle in his arms and swayed it to the ripples.
After contact with the ripples, bursts of fluorescent star points spread in the air, and some of the blood spilled onto the gem.
A burst of red light circulated, and the gem slowly lowered, as if it had been tamed. Seeing this, Viscount Moruo excitedly rushed over.
"Go aside, Lord Mo Ruo." The two officers behind him grabbed Mo Ruo, kicked him to the side, and then moved forward. The two of them rushed towards the slowly falling gem.
The bodies of the two people rolled in the dust on the stone platform, and then they fought with each other. Although neither of them killed anyone, looking at the increasingly jealous state of the two people, internal strife seemed to be inevitable.
After another round of punches and kicks, the two struggled to stand up, but one of them still held the gem firmly in his hand and refused to let go.
The two looked at each other, seemingly hesitating whether to fall out completely, but fortunately, footsteps could be heard again next to the stone platform.
"Has the treasure been retrieved?"
Yan Liuyan looked at the two people in front of him with a knife and asked casually. Not far behind him, a girl wearing a black and red dress slowly stepped out.
"What do you want to do?" The two of them did not answer Yan Liuyan, but retreated cautiously. Compared to their Sequence 5 masters, this Sequence 6 master was really difficult to provoke, and besides, it was not safe underground.
"I just want to see what kind of treasure it is, and it's worth all the trouble, but from the looks of you two, it seems like you're unwilling to show it."
"This is the secret of the empire. You'd better not ask too much." The two shook their heads and then slowly backed away, preparing to find an opportunity to leave.
Unfortunately, a familiar figure blocked the two of them.
"Want to see what kind of treasure it is? This is indeed a simple matter, kaka kaka." Viscount Moreau's permeating and sinister laughter suddenly sounded.
"You--" Before the two officers could react, a sword light slanted across them, and the two of them rolled to the ground like candied haws. The remaining half of their bodies on the ground burst out with violent blood, and then they also fell into a pool of blood together.
In just an instant, Mo Ruo cut the two of them in half, and only then did Yan Liuyan notice the distinctive long sword in Viscount Mo Ruo's hand.
The sword body is rusty, but the edge is like silver thread, sharp and dangerous, and it also exudes a strange magic power.
"This is..." Yan Liuyan guessed, then he frowned, slowly squatted down, and put his hand on the handle of the knife. He sensed a great danger, and the perception in his extraordinary core sharply
He told him how sharp and terrifying that long sword was.
This is not a creation of mortals, but a natural treasure, a remnant of the gods.
Yan Liuyan, who has studied in Emenas, naturally knows what it refers to. It represents a legendary creation with limited power, only inferior to the power of the witch, a weapon of ancient heroes, a term spread throughout history, and a greatness that countless people yearn for.
holy object'.
"Oh, did you guess it, Mr. Yan Liuyan, haha." Viscount Moruo, who was as short as an old man, raised the long sword and stroked it slowly intoxicatedly.
"Looking at how nervous you are, you probably know what this is. Yes, this is the real treasure in this ruins. It's ridiculous that these ignorant and shallow soldiers dismiss it, hahaha."
"What a bullshit army. The stupid dogs promoted by the new emperor are uncultured and barking everywhere. It's really disgusting." Feeling the special magic coming from the long sword, his body became stronger and stronger. Viscount Moruo had never been like now.
So refreshing and joyful.
He couldn't wait to find someone to show off and talk to about this feeling, so he could vent the frustration he had felt during this period.
"Although the process was indeed a bit tortuous, it finally belongs to me." Holding the sword, Viscount Moruo slowly opened his eyes, and his mind gradually calmed down.
"What a pity, Mr. Yan Liuyan. Although I am very grateful to you for protecting me all the way, in order to prevent today's secret from being leaked, I have no choice but to ask you to die here."
After finishing speaking, the short Viscount Moreau stepped forward and slashed the rusty sword in his hand, cutting a gray afterimage in the air.
Faced with this sudden attack, Yan Liuyan naturally would not sit still and wait for death. The scorching flame blade surged out from the scabbard, flashed a gorgeous arc of light, and slashed at the short figure.
The two weapons intertwined with each other, and only a slight tearing sound was heard. Yan Liuyan's long knife cut open like tofu in an instant, and the flames from the blade also exploded on Viscount Moruo.
But surprisingly, the flames that could burn the monsters did not have much impact on Viscount Moreau. He stepped out of the flames with ease, chased and chopped it down again.
Although the speed is slightly slower than Yan Liuyan, with the blessing of the rusty sword, Yan Liuyan is as vulnerable to this attack as an unarmored baby.
The cold and sharp blade cut across his arm, bringing with it scalding blood. After a round of confrontation, Yan Liuyan was already injured. He had to concentrate on dodging the slashing blade and trying to find an opportunity to escape.
There was another acceleration and slashing, and the red-gray sword arc swept across. Yan Liuyan had to roll to the ground to avoid this dangerous attack in the gravel and mud. It was a pity that he had dodged this time, and he would not be able to dodge after that.
After falling, after all, he lost the ability to move quickly after rolling to the ground.
The gray-red sword pursued him in pursuit, Mo Ruo shouted excitedly, watching the powerful Eastern swordsman dodge under his sword and let him slaughter him, this kind of pleasure was as charming as poison.
"Hahaha, that's it, that's it, that's it? It's not enough!" The violent voice sounded like madness.
Viscount Mo Ruo seemed to have turned into an iron man who knew no pain and could not be injured, slashing wantonly amid the burst of gravel. Even though there was no plan, the sword light still gradually pushed Yan Liuyan to the end.
"Let me see your strength! Stand up, you, a barbarian from the East, how can you be so weak!" The long sword was turned into a hammer, swung in the hands of Viscount Moreau, cutting the ground from time to time, bringing
There were bursts of dust and gravel. He was not in a hurry to deal with Yan Liuyan, but wanted to experience the pleasure of crushing him.
"Stop it, Viscount Moreau."
Finally, a clear voice sounded from the side, and then No Ruo felt as if he had been hit by cotton, and the sword was slow and felt a slight rebound.
"Are you...? Oh, by the way, there is also you, Miss Mecia." Only then did Viscount Moreau see the girl in the darkness, with a greedy smile on his face.
"Miss Mecia, please obey me from now on. I don't think you have the right to refuse." After saying that, he finally stopped, kicked Feiyan Liuyan, and walked closer to this rare peerless girl.
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"But, I refuse." Lorraine Hill blinked his eyes and looked at the text on the virtual screen.
[War Iron Stowett] (Holy Creation): At the end of the ‘God’s Winged Sun’, the holy creation created using fragments of the Crown of God has some powers.
ability:
[Silver-Iron Conversion] (the ability to convert other substances into iron)
[Iron sharpening] (can manipulate iron-containing objects and sharpen their blades)
No wonder, if the treasure is a sacred object, everything makes sense. Lorraine Hill suddenly remembered the various monsters he encountered along the way, all of which seemed to be related to steel.
The rusty black bear blocking the road, the iron-backed wolf in the forest, and the metal snake killed when rescuing Lottie.
Although compared to the power of the witch, such a holy object is much more rigid and simple, but in the eyes of many mortals, it is still an incredible artifact. Even Viscount Moruo, who only has Sequence 3, can pursue the Sequence after he obtains it.
6 chop.
"Do you still want to resist? Poor Miss Mecia, then let me punish you and cut off the hands holding the sword." Seeing that Mecia was still indifferent, the short Viscount Moreau became angry with shame and once again
He rushed over with his sword in hand.
A jingling sound resounded in the dark underground ruins. The torch rolled down to the ground, and the dark red light was dim. In the haze, the silver-haired girl held the sword and moved from time to time, like dancing steps.
Easily dodge Viscount Moreau's attack.
Although it is extremely sharp, it is meaningless as long as it cannot hit.
Lorraine Hill was much more flexible than Yan Liuyan, and facing such a nimble opponent, Viscount Moruo could only be helpless and furious.
"Stop!" he yelled angrily. No one would dare to tease him like this.
"No." The girl's light blue eyes stared at the rusty long sword, constantly analyzing it. Her body danced like a black and red butterfly, flashing across the ground, drawing circles, dodging the attacks that were constantly coming down.
Finally, Viscount Moreau was tired. He held his sword and looked at the girl who was still not far away from him, feeling angry in his heart.
Why, obviously I have a powerful holy object, I broke through the shackles of the past, and I beat the powerful Eastern swordsman to the ground, but I am no longer as weak as before. It was such an exciting and happy moment
, why does this girl still refuse to obey me, why is she still so relaxed and comfortable even though she only has Sequence 5?
Why? Why? Why?
The anger and fear in his heart were like lava and ice stirring together, making Viscount Moreau extremely confident and extremely scared. Confident in the holy object in his hand, but also afraid that he would lose this short-lived strength.
He didn't want to go back to the past and be kicked around like a bug by those officers.
"I am the noble Viscount! Stop!" He stood there, his eyes bloodshot, and he swung the long sword in his hand, pointing directly at the girl in front of him.
Facing the sudden shouting of Viscount Moreau, Lorraine Hill finally felt a hint of danger, as if standing behind the door and hearing someone turning the keyhole, which was the trace of the movement of power. In this moment, Lorraine Hill
Her body turned into a lilac fluorescent light and flashed away, avoiding the sight of Viscount Moreau. And then behind her, a long and narrow silver iron stretched like ice.
The original stone floor turned into silver pure iron, smooth and strange.
[Silver-Iron Transformation], Viscount Moruo finally used the abilities attached to the holy object.
But this attack did not leave Lorraine Hill behind. He glanced angrily again, hoping to find the girl's figure in the darkness. Unfortunately, there were not many torches left on the ground, and the scattered and weak sparks were not at all
Not enough to illuminate the surroundings, the darkness is like a monster of nothingness, devouring everything around it.
Viscount Moreau nervously held his sword and moved in small steps, preparing to find an opportunity to join the butler behind him, one of the few loyal subordinates.
However, this time, Lorraine Hill planned to take action.
The lavender fluorescence flashed in the air, and before Viscount Moreau could react, a sword light cut off his head.
The sword blade cut on Mo Ruo's body, bringing out large sparks, as if cutting on thick steel, full of resistance, and after the sword blade passed, the shallow wounds were closed together again, melting into pure steel, as if
Never been attacked.
"Hahaha, it's just that. It scared me." Seeing that the other party couldn't hurt him, Mo Ruo shouted excitedly, and his original worries were swept away.
"This is the power of the 'holy object'. No wonder it is so beautiful." As if he had reacted, he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and then swept across it suddenly.
The silver steel extended outward from the sword light, and extremely thin steel formed in the air instantly, dividing the underground space into two isolated parts. Then the steel fell, and a sound of struggling and tearing was heard in the distance.
"Is it there?" Viscount Moreau, who was holding the long sword, rushed over again. The long sword in his hand slashed wantonly in the air. Steel was formed in an instant, and the world was dismembered and broken into pieces, forming isolated spaces.
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The originally empty ground floor of the ruins has turned into a forest-like steel maze.