"Zheng..."
A little faint brilliance circulated on the imitation holy sword, and even flowed to Volian who was holding it, causing Volian's aura to skyrocket.
Wallian held the imitation holy sword tightly and pointed at Thiel, his face still full of madness.
Thiel and Capelin shrank their pupils and were shocked.
"This... how is this possible...!?"
Capelin lost her voice.
It wasn't because the imitation holy sword appeared in Walian's hands.
The imitation holy sword was taken away by Moro, and Warren was obviously working for Moro. It was not surprising that Moro gave the imitation holy sword to Warren for use.
However, the appearance of the imitation holy sword is not surprising, and the fact that Warren can use this sword is another matter.
This is a weapon that has only been successfully crafted using the ashes of the brave as the main material, plus various precious materials from the three major worlds, and the craftsmanship of hundreds of the highest-level blacksmiths of the dwarf race.
Although the conditions for using it are not as harsh as the real holy sword, it also requires the blood of an orthodox brave.
Now, Wallian actually showed the phenomenon of being able to use the imitation holy sword. What does this show
Explain that he is the descendant of the brave
No! impossible!
"Could it be..."
Thiel thought of a possibility, and stared at Wallien.
Upon seeing this, Warren knew that the trick he was playing had been seen through by Thierry.
"Don't doubt it, your idea is right." Wallian grinned and laughed: "My "body" and "tentacles" can be exchanged with each other, and the position of the "body" can be changed at any time. "
The meaning of this sentence means that Warren can define his own "ontology" at will.
He can define his own body as the "noumenon", and the remaining parts born from the power of his unique skills as "tentacles".
But he can also designate one of his "tentacles" as the "body" and make the "body" the "tentacle".
This is why Walien became the adopted son of the Lefirut family.
Not only because Warren is the best killer, but also because Warren used his unique skills to swallow a abandoned son of Direkis, turn that son into his own "tentacles," and then That "tentacle" was set as its own body, thus possessing the blood of the Lefirut family.
As I said before, the Lefirut family and the imperial royal family have had several marriages in history. Strictly speaking, some of their descendants also have the blood of brave men.
Walian had the blood of the Lefirut family, which was equivalent to possessing the blood of a brave man, and naturally reached the conditions for using the imitation holy sword.
In other words...
"You are facing a descendant of an orthodox brave who holds an imitation holy sword! Thiel Elbein!"
After the words were over, Wallien rushed to Thierry.
Feeling the mighty momentum of Wolian rising up, and realizing the threat posed by this man, Thier looked solemn and raised both blades.
She knew that this battle was difficult.
Warren's level was originally higher than her, but now she has the power to imitate the holy sword, which is no longer an opponent she can deal with casually.
But Thierry greeted him without hesitation.
There is no other reason.
Just because this battle is an obstacle she must overcome.
"The opponent is the only blood left by the Lefirut family..."
Perhaps it was at this moment that the karmic relationship between himself and the Lefirut family had come to be liquidated.
In that case, he had to defeat this powerful opponent anyway.
"come on!"
Thiel prepared desperately and swung a sharp blade with the [Magic Sword] attached.
... ...
"hateful!"
On the other side, when Thierry and Wallan started fighting, Cappellin also wanted to rush forward to help.
Nothing else, just for the imitation holy sword in Walian's hand.
The once-lost imitation holy sword actually reappeared in this way and became a threat to one's own side. This is something that Capelin cannot tolerate.
Moreover, she could see that Thiel was at a great disadvantage against Warren, who was holding an imitation holy sword.
The probability that she can defeat Wallian is probably less than 10%.
This made Cappelin have to feel anxious, and wanted to rush to help on the spot.
However, she failed.
Because, an opponent also appeared in front of her.
"laugh!"
In the sound of breaking through the air like thunder, a figure mixed with a large number of electric arcs appeared in front of Kapellin.
"clang!"
A big sword that also carried a large number of electric arcs suddenly slashed from top to bottom, and slashed on the knight's sword that Kapellin hurriedly set up, slashing Kapellin's knight's sword into a tremor.
"Varied... !?"
Capelin shook her body, and violently retreated in mid-air, almost hitting the stone pillar behind.
But when she saw her opponent clearly, her face changed abruptly.
"My brother...!?"
Capelin exclaimed.
Yes.
The existence that appeared in front of Capelin was Harves.
At this moment, Harves was actually covered with electric arcs all over his body, floating in mid-air like her, undulating slightly.
As Harvey's younger sister, Capelin naturally knew that it was the effect of Harvey's unique skills.
That is to be able to transform the concept of one's own existence itself, to convert all of one's own body, internal organs, and blood into elements such as "thunder and lightning", so that oneself can have the speed and unfixed body shape that rivals the lightning, so that all physical The unique skill that all attacks are neutralized-【Boom and Thunder】.
It is precisely because of possessing such a unique skill that Harves has a special liking for the magic of the lightning system, and has obtained the "Thunderstorm" magic weapon second only to the imitation holy sword in the empire.
In the human world, Kapellin is known as the Valkyrie, and Harves is known as Prince Thunder.
With a level of eighty, once he uses thunderstorms, and then uses the power of [thunder-ridden], in terms of strength, he can rank among the top five in the entire empire.
Now, this elder brother who even Kapellin had respect for herself, appeared in front of her with a thunderstorm sword in his hands and surrounded by thunder.
Moreover, he launched an attack on himself.
"My brother, you..."
Capelin just wanted to speak out, but realized that Harves' state seemed a bit wrong.
His expression is very calm, even completely expressionless.
His eyes are not the same color as before, but a palpitating green color.
Capelin understood immediately.
"That poisonous concubine actually used necromantic magic to turn the elder brother into a half-human and half-corpse puppet...!"
In the secret base in the wilderness, there are many such existences.
Those knights who accepted the high priest's domination and acted for the high priest were mostly transformed into half-human and half-corpse monsters.
They haven't completely turned into the dead, the dead, and the dead, but they are not far away.
Strictly speaking, the owner of the [Death Spirit Body] transformed by [Lingcui] can also be counted as an existence within this concept.
But the big spirit body is an existence that transcends the concept of "life", not a monster that is half human and half corpse.
Harves was transformed into this monster, and was dominated by Moro.
"Hateful poisonous concubine...!"
The anger in Capelin's heart could no longer be subdued.
At this time, Harves was like a ruthless killer, turning into thunder and lightning, rushing in violently.
Capelin couldn't help shaking the white wings behind her, and retreated at the fastest speed.
Harves, who turned into thunder and lightning, was undoubtedly faster, and immediately caught up with Capelin.
"clang!"
The thunderstorm sword entangled in the arc and slashed once again on the knight's sword set up by Kapellin.
"Crack...!"
The knight sword made a cracking sound, and there was a crack in it.
Kapellin's face was extremely ugly.
If it were to be replaced by the past, with the highest-ranking weapon in the empire, the imitation holy sword, Kapellin would naturally not be afraid of Harves.
But now, the weapon in Kapellin's hand is only a costly magic weapon, far less than the imitation holy sword, nor can it be as good as the thunderstorm sword in the hands of Harves.
At the same time, Kapellin's level is also lower than that of Harves. Although the growth rate is higher than Harves, it is not much higher, and cannot achieve the purpose of narrowing the level gap.
As for the unique skills, Harvey's [Thunder-ridden] is a skill that can completely negate physical attacks and increase attack power, explosive power and speed to a terrifying level.
In contrast, Kapellin’s unique skill [White Wing] is an excellent ability that combines attack, defense, acceleration, and assistance, but it still fails to get too far away from [Thunder-ridden].
In a word, with the loss of the imitation holy sword, Capelin has less than the slightest advantage in the face of Harves, and even a strong disadvantage that is not inferior to Thierry.
"Trouble now..."
The bitterness finally appeared on Capelin's face.
Harves ignored it, and turned his expressionless face into Wan Lei, attacking Kapellin again.
... ...
"lb!"
In the royal hall, in the fiercest battlefield, the two figures were shocked to each other in a burst of explosive shock waves, opening a very long distance.
"[Grand Astarte]!"
Moro's slender hands turned into sharp claws with slender nails. With a wave of his hands, the life around him immediately ran away, like countless ghosts rushing out of the gates of hell, roaring towards Sheen.
"[Pay with·Disperse]."
While using this grant magic that can effectively resist the opponent's magic, Sean rushed forward with a heavy wave of magic power, and rushed directly into the group of resentful spirits.
"Boom!"
All the grievances and psychics that touched Sheen seemed to be shaken away, and disappeared without a trace like the melting first snow.
"Huh!"
Sheeen moved for a moment, and appeared in front of Moro again, with the holy sword in his hand as fast as thunder, slashing towards Moro's head.
"Chang!"
With a sudden wave of Moroli's claw, she bounced off the slash from Sheen.
Sean was not forgiving, and the holy sword in his hand was like a tens of thousands of white thunders.
Moro stretched out his hands, and the life around him soared, and it became extremely sticky like a swamp, so that as soon as Sheen's holy sword pierced into it, it was as if it were stuck, making it difficult to get an inch.
Sheehan frowned.
"Om!"
In the next second, the radiant light burst from the holy sword.