Chapter 117 - Zhantie Stowett

In the darkness, the light of the torch gradually weakened, and the swaying dark red light made people worry that it would be extinguished at any time.

Viscount Moruo looked at the stone platform in front of him. This was the last place. The well-defined stone platform is like a staircase, one level up. On the top of the stone platform, an oval magnificent gem is slowly suspended, exuding a faint fluorescence, and the accumulated dust and rust can be vaguely seen below it. Spotted long sword.

"Is this the treasure buried for thousands of years?" An officer in red looked greedily at the gem.

"There is a special magic power on it, it is so peaceful and quiet." The two people around him also looked at the gem and commented slowly.

"This is not an ordinary thing. I think it is necessary for us to store it first and hand it over to the royal family for verification."

"I think so too." They didn't plan to give this treasure to Viscount Moruo, even if the other party brought in a few of them.

"You, how can you be like this.... Such disbelief, betrayal, this is betrayal..." Viscount Moruo seemed to be very angry, standing aside to accuse, but a little scared, he could not beat these three at the moment human.

"As you wish, my lord Viscount."

They didn't care what the weak viscount said at all. Perhaps in the past, the viscount was considered a considerable noble, but now in the southern border, the nobles have been purged in large numbers, and naturally they are no longer noble.

The three of them left the viscount alone, quickened their pace, and climbed to the high platform. But as it got closer, the gem became brighter and brighter, emitting a circle of light blue ripples, which made the hearts of the three approaching cold.

They stepped back again, carefully avoiding the spreading ripple, and then cautiously probed.

A stone was thrown and rolled to the ground unresponsively. Then, he tried to pull out the sword to test the ripples. Then a cold magic power spread from the sword, and the hand holding the sword froze. .

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two around him forcibly knocked down the sword, breaking the short-term connection, and the officer fell to the ground, panting for the rest of his life.

"It seems that we still have to find Viscount Mo Ruo." After speaking, the two brought Viscount Mo Ruo, who was not far behind, over again.

"I know what to do, because this is our family's secret, so you must take me with you to avoid the curse." Viscount Moruo said firmly.

"Okay, I'll take you with me." The two of them held Viscount Moruo and moved forward again.

When they approached this step again, the gemstone sent out a circle of ripples. Seeing this, Mo Ruo hurriedly took out the small blood bottle in his arms and swayed it on the ripples.

After coming into contact with the ripples, bursts of fluorescent star dots spread out in the air, and part of the blood was sprinkled on the gem.

A burst of red light circulated, and the gem slowly descended, as if it had been tamed. Seeing this, Viscount Moruo rushed over excitedly.

"Let's go on the side, Lord Moruo." The two officers behind him grabbed Moruo, kicked him aside, and then moved forward by themselves, and they both rushed towards the slowly falling gem.

The bodies of the two tumbled in the dust on the stone platform, and then competed with each other. Although they did not kill, but seeing the two people's increasingly jealous state, it seemed that infighting was inevitable.

After another punch and kick, the two struggled to stand up, but one of them still held the gem firmly in the palm of his hand and refused to let go.

The two stared at each other and seemed to be hesitating whether to turn their faces completely, but fortunately, footsteps came again beside the stone platform.

"Has the treasure been taken?"

Yan Liuyan held the knife and looked at the two in front of him, asking casually. And not far behind him, the girl in the black and red dress slowly stepped out.

"What do you want to do?" The two of them didn't answer Yan Liuyan, but instead stepped back vigilantly. Compared to their Sequence 5 master, they were really not easy to provoke, and it was not safe to be underground.

"I just want to see what treasure is, it's worth so much trouble, but looking at you two, it seems that you won't show it."

"This is the secret of the empire, you'd better not ask too much." The two shook their heads, then slowly backed away, ready to find a chance to leave.

Unfortunately, a familiar figure stood behind them.

"Want to see what treasure it is? It's really a simple matter, Ka Ka Ka." Viscount Moruo's sinister laughter suddenly sounded.

"You—" Before the two officers could react, a sword light slanted past them, and the two rolled to the ground like candied haws. The half of their bodies on the ground was filled with violent blood, and then they fell into a pool of blood together.

In just a split second, Mo Ruo slashed the two of them in half, and only then did Yan Liuyan notice the distinctive long sword in Viscount Mo Ruo's hand.

The blade is rusty, but the edge is like a silver thread, sharp and dangerous, and at the same time exudes a strange magic.

"This is..." Yan Liuyan guessed, then frowned, slowly squatted down, and pressed his hand on the handle of the knife. He sensed a great danger, and the perception in the transcendent core quickly told him how sharp and terrifying that long sword was.

This is not a creation of extraordinary people, but a treasure of heaven, a remnant of a god.

Yan Liuyan, who has studied in Emenas, naturally knows what it means, representing limited power, legendary creations that are only limited to witch power, weapons of ancient heroes, nouns passed down in history, and greatness that countless people yearn for' Holy relic'.

"Oh, have you guessed it, Mr. Yan Liuyan, hehe." Viscount Moruo, who was as short as an old man, raised the long sword and stroked it slowly intoxicated.

"Seeing how nervous you are, you probably know what this is. Yes, this is the real treasure in this ruin.

It's ridiculous that these ignorant and shallow soldiers are dismissive of this, hahaha. "

"What bastard army, the stupid dog held by the new emperor, uneducated and barking everywhere, it's really disgusting." Feeling the special magic power passed down on the long sword, the body became stronger and stronger, Viscount Moruo has never been like now So fun and joyful.

He couldn't wait to find someone to show off and talk about this feeling, so he vented the sullenness he had received during this time.

"Although the process is indeed tortuous, it belongs to me after all." Holding the sword, Viscount Moruo slowly opened his eyes, and his mood gradually calmed down.

"It's a pity Mr. Yan Liuyan, although I am very grateful for your protection all the way, but in order to keep today's secrets from leaking out, I have to ask you to die here."

After finishing speaking, the short Viscount Moruo kicked, and the rusty sword in his hand slashed into the air, cutting a gray afterimage in the air.

In the face of this sudden attack, Yan Liuyan naturally wouldn't sit still, the scorching flames gushing out from the scabbard, flashing a gorgeous arc of light, and slashing towards the short figure.

The two weapons were intertwined, and only a slight tearing sound was heard. Yan Liuyan's long knife cut open like tofu in an instant, and the flames carried by the blade also burst on Viscount Moruo.

But surprisingly, the flames that could burn the beasts didn't have much effect on Viscount Moruo. He stepped out of the flames with ease, chasing them and slashing them down again.

Although the speed is slightly slower than that of Yan Liuyan, but with the blessing of the rusty long sword, Yan Liuyan is as vulnerable as an unarmored infant in the face of this attack.

The cold and sharp blade cut through the arm, bringing scalding blood, and after a round of confrontation, Yan Liuyan was already injured. He had to concentrate on dodging the slashing edge, trying to find a chance to escape.

Another acceleration and slash, the red and gray sword arc swept across, Yan Liuyan had to roll to the ground, dodging this dangerous attack in the gravel and mud. It's a pity that he missed this time, and he couldn't dodge after that. After all, after rolling on the ground, he lost the ability to move quickly.

The gray-red sword was chasing after him, and Mo Ruo shouted excitedly, watching the powerful Dongfang swordsman dodging under his sword and letting himself be slaughtered. This kind of fun was as charming as poison.

"Hahaha, that's it, that's it, that's it? It's not enough!" The tyrannical voice sounded like madness.

Viscount Moruo seemed to have become an iron man who did not know any pain or injury. He slashed recklessly in the cracking of the gravel. Even if there was no way, the sword light still pushed Yan Liuyan to the end.

"Let me see your strength! Stand up, you barbarian from the East, why are you so weak!" The long sword was used as a hammer, waving it in the hands of Viscount Moruo, cutting the ground from time to time, bringing There was dust and rubble. He is not in a hurry to solve Yan Liuyan, but wants to experience the thrill of this crushing.

"Stop, Viscount Moruo."

Finally, a clear voice sounded from the side, and then Mo Ruo only felt like hitting cotton, the sword body was slow and felt a slight rebound.

"Are you...? Oh yes, and you, Miss Messia." Viscount Moruo saw the girl in the dark with a greedy smile on her face.

"Miss Messia will follow me in the future. I don't think you have the right to refuse." He finally stopped, kicked Feiyan Liuyan, and walked closer to this rare and peerless girl .

"However, I refuse." Roland Hill's pupils blinked, looking at the text description on the virtual screen.

[Battle Iron Stowett] (Holy Creation): At the end of the "Sun of the Wings of God", a holy creation made with fragments of the crown of God, has some power.

ability:

[Silver Iron Conversion] (the ability to convert other substances into iron)

[Iron sharpening] (can operate iron-containing objects to sharpen their blades)

No wonder, if the treasure is a sacred object, everything makes sense. Roland 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 Lottie was rescued.

Although compared to the power of a witch, such a sacred object is much more rigid and simple, but in the eyes of many mortals, it is still an incredible artifact. Even if there is only Sequence 3, Viscount Moruo can chase after Sequence 6 after getting it.

"Do you still want to resist? Poor Miss Messia, then let me punish you properly and cut off those sword-carrying hands." The short Viscount Moruo saw that Messia was still indifferent, and his heart became angry again. He rushed over with a sword.

A tinkling sound rang out in the dark underground ruins, the torches rolled down the ground, and the dark red light was obscure. In that haze, the silver-haired girl held the sword and moved from time to time, just like dancing steps. Easily dodged Viscount Moruo's attack.

Although extremely sharp, as long as it can't hit, it's meaningless.

Roland Hill is much more flexible than Yan Liuyan, and in the face of such a sensitive opponent, Viscount Moruo can only be incompetent and furious.

"Stop it for me!" he shouted angrily, no one dared to tease him like this on weekdays.

"Don't." The girl's pale blue pupils stared at the rusty long sword, constantly analyzing, her body danced like a black and red butterfly, flashing on the ground constantly, drawing circles, dodging the continuous attack.

Finally, the Viscount Moruo was tired. He stabbed his sword and looked at the girl who was still not far from him, indignant in his heart.

Why, obviously possessed a powerful sacred object, broke through the shackles of the past, and beat the powerful eastern swordsman all over the ground, and he is no longer as weak as in the past

Small. At this moment of excitement and joy, why is this girl still unwilling to obey me, why is she still so relaxed and comfortable with only Sequence 5?

Why? Why? Why?

The anger and fear in his heart stirred together like lava and ice, making Viscount Moruo extremely confident and extremely afraid. Confident in the sacred object in his hand, but afraid of losing this short-lived power.

He didn't want to go back and get kicked like worms by those officers.

"I'm a noble viscount! Stop me!" He stood there, his eyes bloodshot, and the long sword in his hand slammed down, pointing directly at the girl in front of him.

In the face of Viscount Moruo who suddenly shouted, Roland Hill finally felt a hint of danger, as if standing behind the door and hearing someone turn the keyhole, it was a trace of power running. In this instant, Roland Hill's figure turned into a lavender fluorescent flash, avoiding the sight of Viscount Moruo. Immediately behind her, a long and narrow silver-iron stretched like ice.

The original stone floor turned into silver pure iron, smooth and strange.

[Transformation of silver and iron], Viscount Moruo finally used the ability attached to the sacred object.

But this attack did not leave Roland Hill. He glanced angrily again, hoping to find the figure of the girl in the dark. It is a pity that there are not many torches left on the ground, and the scattered and faint sparks are not enough to illuminate the surroundings. The darkness is like a monster of nothingness, devouring everything around it.

Viscount Moruo nervously held his sword and moved in small steps, preparing to find an opportunity to meet with the butler behind him. He was one of the few loyal subordinates.

However, this time, Lorraine Hill planned to take action.

The lilac fluorescence flashed in the air, and before Viscount Mo Ruo could react, a sword light immediately cut off his head.

The blade cut on Mo Ruo with a large spark, as if it was cut on thick steel, full of resistance, and after the blade, the shallow wound that was cut was healed again and melted into pure steel, as if Never been attacked.

"Hahaha, but that's all. 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 'Sacred Object', no wonder it's so beautiful." He seemed to have reacted, clasping the hilt of the sword with both hands, and then suddenly swept away.

The silver steel extended outward from the sword glow, and the extremely thin steel instantly formed in the air, dividing the underground space into two isolated parts. Then the steel fell, and there was a sound of struggle and tearing in the distance.

"Is it there?" Viscount Mo Ruo, who was holding the long sword, rushed over again. The long sword in his hand slashed recklessly in the air, and strands of steel were instantly formed. The whistling broke the world into pieces, forming isolated spaces. .

The bottom floor of the originally empty ruins has also been transformed into a forest-like steel maze.