Chapter 219 Let Me Take Responsibility

"It is said that the demon in the sword is so powerful that even the three major forces on the top of the Holy Mountain are not sure of winning. Once this demon escapes, not only this continent outside the world, but also the miracle continent will be completely destroyed by it!"

"No...what should I do?" At this moment, Uther no longer has time to grieve for his dead brother. The entire continent...no, the entire world is in danger of destruction. The demon in the sad holy sword is definitely not something that can be stopped by human power.

Looking at the sad holy sword in the air, there is no one around him who can help him think or share the burden. Uther feels like he is standing on a high cliff, and one step forward is the abyss.

"What should I do!" Uther's whole body is trembling. He is not afraid of death! The Holy Light Knight is not afraid of death. What he fears is the consequences after the demon in the sword is born. He does not want to see this beautiful world destroyed, just like the land under his feet at this moment, which was originally green grass, but after being walked by the undead, it has become a gray dead land with no vitality.

"Roar!" At this time, a roar that seemed to come from the depths of the soul suddenly came out from the Sorrowful Holy Sword. Uther was instantly soaked in cold sweat, and a scene of the end of the world appeared in front of him.

"No! As a servant of God! I must not see the world created by God destroyed like this! There must be a way!"

"Light Seal!" A light-based sealing magic, Uther used all his strength to hit the Sorrowful Holy Sword in mid-air.

"Roar!" A trace of painful screams came out of the Sorrowful Holy Sword, and then the Sorrowful Holy Sword in mid-air suddenly fell and inserted into the ground. A black gas came out from the hilt, forming a faint gray-black human figure.

"Who is it! Is it blocking my arrival?" The black figure spoke like thunder, and Uther was directly shocked to kneel on one knee and cover his ears in pain.

"What's going on?" After the black figure appeared, an extremely evil aura instantly rushed into the sky. Louis in Ruolin City suddenly looked up and saw something unusual.

"Oh no! It's Uther's side!" Cyril had already joined Louis at this moment, and most of the undead knights had been killed by them. Before, when Louis was about to rush in front of the undead knights, the pink crystal wall suddenly fell down and directly killed a large number of heavily loaded undead knights in the front.

Moreover, the sudden appearance of the wall caused the undead knights who couldn't stop their feet to crash into the wall. After that, the undead knights who lost their speed and couldn't get on the wall became living targets. They were bombarded by the mages and royal giants trained by Louis again, and the Eastern Expedition Pioneer Knights led by Cyril felt it.

Ten thousand undead knights were quickly killed by them without a single piece of armor left.

"Why did Uther go there?" After getting rid of the last Undead Knight and losing the Skeleton Warriors, although there were many of them, they were no longer a threat. Louis looked at the place where the evil spirit broke out with a somewhat ugly expression, and then asked Cyril.

"Uther and I guessed that the Lord of the Dead Palace might be there, because after releasing the legendary magic of the Undead Connection, the Lord of the Dead Palace, whose strength was suppressed, must have entered an extremely weak state, so Uther and I really wanted to take this opportunity to kill the Lord of the Dead Palace." Cyril frowned.

"So you split up into two groups?" Louis scratched his scalp: "Why don't you just follow Uther directly? Why come here?"

"Uh..." How should Cyril answer this? Let him say that he doesn't believe Louis can defend this wave of Undead Knights' attack? Who would have thought that Louis suddenly smashed down a wave of city walls?

"Okay, stop talking nonsense!" Louis knew what Cyril was thinking, after all, he meant well, "Hurry up and go over there, I always have a bad feeling." The battle here is almost over, and it's only a matter of time to clean up the remaining skeleton warriors.

Louis summoned the pre-trained flying dragon, then pulled Cyril to jump on the flying dragon and flew directly in the direction of Uther.

"Uther! What are you doing?" The flying dragon was very fast and immediately flew to Uther's position. Cyril saw that Uther's condition was a bit strange, and immediately jumped down anxiously.

At this moment! Uther, with blood all over his face, had walked in front of the Sad Holy Sword, looking at the black figure in front of him with a terrifying aura with a calm expression.

"I don't know much about the Sword of Sorrow, but it is so famous in the Land of Miracles that many people have probably heard of its story. It is said that a very powerful demon is suppressed in the Sword of Sorrow. This demon has been unable to escape for so many years because..."

"Shut up!" At this moment, the demon in the sword has not yet broken the seal, and the black figure that penetrated is actually just a virtual image. In addition to using the leaked momentum to try to suppress Uther, it has no combat ability.

"What? Are you scared!" After figuring out the key point and making this decisive decision, Uther's heart became open-minded, and a teasing smile flashed on his face: "Because as long as the owner of the Sword of Sorrow exists, the demon in the sword will never break the seal!"

At this moment, Uther walked forward and stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the Sword of Sorrow.

"Stop!" The black figure roared wildly, and the powerful momentum pushed Uther out like a tidal wave. At this moment, he has reached the key to breaking the seal, and he will never tolerate the Holy Sword of Sorrow having another master again.

"Uther, what are you doing!" Cyril finally rushed to Uther's side and grabbed his shoulder. Louis rode on the flying dragon and slowly descended. Looking at the demon on the hilt of the Holy Sword of Sorrow, a heavy look appeared in his eyes.

This momentum is so powerful that even Louis can feel the pressure that almost comes from the soul.

"Cyril, there is no way!" Uther's eyes showed a trace of determination.

"Is this the Sword of Sorrow?" Cyril was stunned, and then he understood what his friend wanted to do, "No! I won't allow you to do this!" Cyril absolutely couldn't stand such an outcome, "The Holy See of Light has already lost the Son of God and the Pope, and has also lost almost 90% of its power. It can't lose you again."

"No, Cyril. This is not just a matter for our Holy See of Light, it's a matter for the whole world. Once the demon in the sword escapes, you know the consequences!" Uther shook his head firmly and wanted to continue rushing forward.

"No! Then let me go!" Cyril pulled Uther again.

"No, you are not suitable. You are the only one who can barely use the Sword of Holy Light besides the Son of God. The Holy See of Light must not lose you. Let me take this responsibility!"

"Buzz!" Holy light... burst out from Uther's body.