Chapter 589: The Dance of Angels and Swords (10k)
Despite the “Holy Sword” being the hallmark weapon of the “Hero,” this world was not solely limited to Heroes wielding Holy Swords.
There were individuals who, although unable to obtain the “Hero’s Bloodline” through the Holy Sword, could fully utilize the power contained within it.
They could be “Sword Saints” with the ability to control countless swords or “War Gods” who master all weaponry.
The “Beastman Sword Saint,” Grut Dures, was indeed a true “Sword Saint!”
His fame was immense a century ago. He challenged sword masters from various races to hone his skills, rarely suffering defeat.
Later on, having mastered his art, Grut discovered a “Holy Sword” hidden in an ancient ruin during an adventure, earning its recognition.
From then on, the name “Beastman Sword Saint, Grut Dures,” spread throughout the land.
However, extreme rigidity can easily lead to breaking.
No one expected that Grut’s rise to fame would coincide with his downfall.
He died in his first battle against the Demons as a “Sword Saint.”
…
After casually swinging his sword, Grut Dures paid no further attention to the weak rat before him.
Even if he was now just an empty shell under the name “Grut Dures,” he remained a “Sword Saint” at heart, radiating arrogance.
He never showed interest in the weak.
He pursued the scent of a “Stronger Being”!
He craved blood, desired battle, and longed for collisions and slaughters between the strong!
Thus, after swinging his sword, his gaze instantly focused on the central platform, fixated on Deoxys holding the “Holy Sword!”
“Draw your sword!”
Despite the lingering sensation in his feet, the Beastman Sword Saint could no longer suppress his inner restlessness.
He held the “Holy Sword” horizontally, pointing it at the platform, and let out a low roar!
…
However, his battle invitation failed to reach its intended recipient. The Beastman dialect from a century ago was vastly different from the current kingdom’s official language.
To Dark, it sounded more like a threatening growl.
Yet, when communication failed, both sides launched their attacks simultaneously!
“Yomimi!”
The Mana Nightmare Demon seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere, emitting a cheerful sound.
In the next moment, it floated forward under Dark’s command, merging into the “Nightmare Space.”
In the Beastman Sword Saint’s eyes, this ghost-like purple creature vanished completely.
The Mana Nightmare Demon could create illusions in the “Nightmare Space,” confusing reality and causing chaos.
But after squinting and pondering, the Beastman Sword Saint suddenly swung his sword horizontally, a terrifying crimson sword light reappearing and tearing through the fog.
The sword light flew over ten meters before dissipating in the air.
“Aah!”
The Mana Nightmare Demon cried out in pain, materializing in mid-air.
The Beastman Sword Saint smirked, his hairy face contorting with disdain.
Then he sheathed the “Holy Sword” to his side, leaning forward and stomping the ground, charging forward.
His base speed far exceeded that of the Mana Nightmare Demon. In the “Nightmare Space,” the distorted path made his movements appear extremely slow in reality.
His high-speed charge seemed like standing still.
— Until he took two steps, Grut suddenly realized this issue.
But he only hesitated for a moment; his well-trained body reacted naturally, and another sword light burst forth!
“Swoosh!”
This sword light still targeted the appearing Mana Nightmare Demon, tearing through its body almost instantaneously.
Grut retracted his sword, his eyes narrowing sharply!
The purple fog covering the battlefield was clearly released by the Mana Nightmare Demon. He felt his movement speed restricted but noticed no change in his attack speed.
This bizarre ability was unprecedented.
Regardless of how strange the ability was, as long as he had a sword, he feared nothing!
Grut suddenly felt something stirring in his mind, fragmented scenes abruptly appearing, almost overlapping with the current scene.
His eyes blazed with blood-red light, his fingers gripping the hilt tightly.
The hunger deep within surged.
Suddenly, he covered his forehead, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, letting out a low, guttural growl.
At that moment.
Smoke rose behind him, sharp claws silently emerging, turning toward his back!
Under normal circumstances, Grut would have sensed the smoke and slashed backward, severing the attacker’s waist.
But his current state was clearly abnormal, and he was hit by a claw!
…
On the platform, Dark did not feel joy due to the Mana Nightmare Demon’s attack failing.
That single claw produced no effect at all.
With the Mana Nightmare Demon’s 2500 attack points, it couldn’t even break through defense!
It immediately retreated after its ineffective attack, disappearing again into the purple smoke.
“I’ll handle it.”
Deoxys gently stroked the “Holy Sword,” whispering.
Dark paused briefly before nodding in agreement.
Though Deoxys was only a four-star Magus, with the “Sacred Ring” and “Solo Sword Sheath,” its attack could be boosted to 3600 points.
Even if this Beastman Sword Saint was a third-tier Magus, it could barely manage.
Moreover, in the “Nightmare Space,” Deoxys’ relative speed might even surpass the Beastman Sword Saint’s.
The only problem was that its own slowed speed might not evade the Beastman Sword Saint’s sword slashes!
“Nightmare Space” not only restrained the Beastman Sword Saint but also Deoxys.
Given that the Mana Nightmare Demon couldn’t effectively harm the Beastman Sword Saint, the “Nightmare Space” might become a hindrance in defeating the boss.
But under the current circumstances, it was not advisable to terminate it.
At least, they needed to investigate the strength of this tier boss before making any decisions.
As Dark calmly considered, Deoxys leaped gracefully from the platform.
It lunged forward immediately upon landing, dragging the sword in a swift charge.
A faint laugh echoed from the Mana Nightmare Demon in the void.
Deoxys’ seemingly fast yet slow form suddenly split into three, charging from three directions at the Beastman Sword Saint.
During its run, the “Solo Sword Sheath” glowed softly, the Holy Power not showing off.
But the unique aura of the “Holy Sword” shone brightly in the eyes of its wielder, like fireflies in the night.
Deoxys’ entrance caused a massive psychological impact on the Beastman Sword Saint.
It raised its head abruptly, its eyes filled with blood-red.
When rationality was overwhelmed by instinct, the Beastman Sword Saint’s sword became even hungrier!
It stood still but changed its sword stance.
The return of fragmented memories made its sword stance more perfect, with significant improvements in the details of force application.
With another horizontal slash, the crimson sword light bursting from the blade was larger and longer than before, covering a wider area.
The three Deoxys rushing from the front were abruptly cleaved in half by the enhanced sword light.
The Beastman Sword Saint’s gaze flickered, but his sword stabbed sideways!
“Clang!”
Two “Holy Swords” collided for the first time across time.
With the Mana Nightmare Demon’s assistance, Deoxys immediately pressed its wrist and retreated.
The collision a moment ago almost dislodged the “Solo Sword Sheath” from its hand!
The disparity in strength was evident at that moment.
If we add the higher vitality of the tier boss compared to regular monsters…
This tenth-tier boss was beyond what it could tackle alone!
Deoxys was not blinded by innate “Pride.” It was very clear that it wasn’t truly powerful.
Even with intelligence, a Magus couldn’t break free from its limitations and exceed its defined power.
But it had a master, and the deep bond with its master would make it faster and stronger!
Deoxys’ eyes cold, it once again submerged into the purple mist, vanishing from the Beastman Sword Saint’s sight.
Grut Dures suddenly turned his head, the surrounding purple fog causing intense irritation.
He suddenly opened his mouth wide and sucked in a breath, then forcefully exhaled!
As blood light condensed in his mouth, a spinning blood-red sphere was expelled.
The blood-red sphere exploded in the air, releasing a terrifying shockwave that rapidly dispersed, finally dispersing all the purple smoke.
But the effect of the “Nightmare Space” did not disappear with the smoke.
For this battlefield, the purple smoke was merely an effect.
Deoxys remained invisible.
Grut Dures’ eyes widened, letting out a hoarse roar.
It was highly sensitive to killing intent or malice. If Deoxys approached, it would be impossible to evade its keen perception.
But if Deoxys remained outside, it would be difficult to catch.
The situation felt so familiar, causing Grut’s brain to ache. Fragmented memories flooded back, leading him to slowly raise his “Holy Sword”!
He did not know the name of the Holy Sword in his hand.
This “Holy Sword” was not the same as the one from his past.
When it awakened, this “Holy Sword” had already been submerged in a pool of blood-colored liquid.
But it did not hinder its mastery of the “Holy Sword” and the immediate activation of its hidden power!
“Bloody Radiance!”
Grut lifted his other hand to grasp the sword hilt, tightly embracing it, and vertically aligning the Holy Sword in his line of sight, then let out a loud shout.
Bloodlight surged like the sea from the Holy Sword.
The unique holy aura also erupted suddenly.
The spatial field around them twisted strangely.
The Mana Nightmare Demon suddenly appeared beside Dark, emitting urgent cries.
Dark’s expression turned serious: “Is it a field spell like a Blood Domain?”
Using field spells to drive away or cover other field spells was a basic skill for mature Magi.
Although Grut was not a Magus, he could unleash field spells through the “Blood Holy Sword.”
Though this field spell might not be higher in sequence than the “Nightmare Space,” Grut was significantly stronger than the Mana Nightmare Demon.
The “Bloody Radiance” nearly broke through the “Nightmare Space” with overwhelming force.
“Yomimi!”
The Mana Nightmare Demon’s cries grew increasingly urgent, struggling to maintain the “Nightmare Space.”
But its disadvantage was too great, gradually expanding, distorting, and piercing through…
The situation spiraled out of control.
Deoxys’ figure was exposed, fixated on Grut’s “Holy Sword”!
The bloody and holy aura emanating from the “Blood Holy Sword” were contradictory yet paradoxically merged.
It instantly reminded him of the “Crazed Lion Beast” wielding a Holy Sword.
But these two were fundamentally different.
The beast could not understand the difference, but regardless of which one, it detested them immensely!
The evil attribute, dark attribute, blood, and demons all caused it to feel physiological rejection.
“Solitary Sword Sheath!”
It lightly tapped its long sword in hand, and the “Solitary Sword Sheath” instantly burst forth with pure holy aura within its body, sharply contrasting with the murky “Blood Holy Sword.”
The bloody waves of the “Blood River Sanctuary” broke through the “Nightmare Space,” surging toward it, but were immediately forced apart by the holy aura of the “Solitary Sword Sheath.”
Deoxys had a stern expression and suddenly turned towards its master on the dais!
Seemingly sensing this, Dark also looked at it almost simultaneously.
A bond of thought between the Magus and the Golem rippled like waves.
“It’s time!”
Deoxys raised the Holy Sword abruptly.
Dark held “Pride IV” in front of him.
“In the name of Dark Demon, Mana Summoning!”
Golden light shone brightly like the sun, illuminating the arena, and a golden-red “Pride” emblem appeared on Deoxys’s forehead.
Powerful strength gathered within the emblem from the depths of their minds.
In an instant, its body transformed into light.
…
When the light of “Pride IV” fell, that mouse-like monster, whose tail tip was gone, suddenly turned back, quietly poking out its nose and eyes from the shadows, its pupils expanding uncontrollably.
Its mind was affected by the light of “Pride,” and a feeling it had never experienced before emerged from its deeply hidden sense of inferiority. Various thoughts it had never dared to think about now flooded its mind.
It looked at Deoxys, now a luminous entity, at Grut holding the “Blood Holy Sword,” and at the human boy on the dais, who seemed like a god under the glow of the Mana Card. A seed within its heart began to sprout.
“Why… why must we hide underground, unseen by the light?”
…
Dark did not notice the mouse monster peering out from the shadows, nor would he have imagined that just a bit of residual light from “Pride IV” could cause such a transformative impact on a monster’s entire life.
He focused more on Deoxys and the Beastman Sword Saint.
Grut Dures was inherently very arrogant, even if this was just a shell manifested in the dungeon, his inherent arrogance remained.
The residual light of “Pride IV” illuminated its body, causing its deep-seated arrogance to rise.
The bloody light in its eyes grew even stronger!
“Boom!”
With a sudden explosion, the “Nightmare Space” shattered completely.
The “Blood River Sanctuary” surged like a terrifying flood, breaking through instantly and reaching the walls, covering half the hall with blood.
The dais where Dark stood was also affected; he clutched his heart, feeling his heartbeat accelerate, blood flow speed up, and his temper flare.
“This field spell…”
Dark couldn’t help but think of Tom Nixon, Ophelia Brad, vampires, and the Blood Clan.
This must be a field spell perfectly suited to their powers.
Within the “Blood River Sanctuary,” the Beastman Sword Saint’s blood boiled, power surging throughout its body. It roared and charged towards Deoxys’s direction, now transformed into a “Celestial Beast”!
“Mew… Haa!”
Suddenly, a soft cry echoed as the “Celestial Beast” completed its evolution, extending a pink-white right arm adorned with a purple ribbon, holding the “Solitary Sword Sheath” tightly with its five fingers.
The two Holy Swords clashed again, the blood and white light standing in stark opposition, as if they were splitting the world in half.
The “Celestial Beast” suddenly spread six snow-white angel wings, merging its sanctified aura with the “Solitary Sword Sheath,” purifying the surrounding bloodiness.
“Roar!”
Grut Dures watched Deoxys evolve into a much stronger “Celestial Beast,” his eyes gleaming with hunger, greedily staring at the Celestial Beast’s smooth, pale skin.
“Battle!”
It roared, its Holy Sword twisting back, instinctively using high-level techniques to press down the blade of the “Solitary Sword Sheath.” Its swollen right arm then violently pushed forward, causing the blade of the “Blood Holy Sword” to stab forward.
The “Celestial Beast” sensed danger and quickly bent backward.
The “Blood Holy Sword” pierced through, barely grazing its face with its sharpness.
Before Grut could change tactics, the “Celestial Beast” stepped back swiftly, finally creating distance from Grut.
Under the blood light, the “Celestial Beast” spread its six wings and flew into the air, its face under the cross mask looking extremely serious.
Its posture graceful, wearing white high heels, its left side clad in tight white stockings and gloves, with a “Sacred Ring” around its ankle symbolizing sanctity.
Enhanced by the “Sacred Ring,” its stats increased from 3500/3600/2000 to 4000/4100/2500!
Such stats meant it wouldn’t be at a disadvantage against a three-star Golem!
Moreover, it held a “Holy Sword”!
Of course, its opponent also wielded a “Holy Sword”!
Grut became even more excited after forcing back the “Celestial Beast.”
Lifting the “Blood Holy Sword,” it released the slowly flowing blood light, which surged like a tsunami towards the “Celestial Beast.”
In the next moment, its figure disappeared, chasing the blood light and shooting out a blood-red sword beam with a flick of its finger.
Above, blood tide; below, sword light.
This time, the “Celestial Beast” didn’t retreat. It lifted the “Holy Sword” and drew a circle in the air, aiming for the center and thrusting directly, as if releasing a “Sacred Arrow.”
The sacred light exploded in mid-air, scattering the incoming blood tide instantly.
Then it slashed downward, breaking Grut’s sword beam.
All this happened in an instant.
After resolving the threat, the “Celestial Beast” dived down, its momentum overwhelming, and swung its sword.
They clashed again on the ground, the sound of swords clashing incessantly.
On the dais, Dark had already summoned another “Magical Beast: Ibut.”
At the same time, he held a new “Pride II 3.0.”
He moved swiftly, activating the latest “Pride II” in just three seconds. Ibut ascended from one star to two stars, gaining a light-type field spell—Sunlight (Pride)!
“Use Sunlight!”
Even before Dark finished his command, Ibut raised its head and released the power of the sun above.
A brilliant ball of light rose rapidly, like a sunrise, bringing new light to the world.
Under the illumination, the stench of blood in the arena diminished significantly.
Though the “Blood Sanctuary” wasn’t dispelled, the effect of Sunlight wasn’t hindered.
Within five rounds and thirty seconds, the power of light-type ultimate skills would increase by 50%!
Bathed in sunlight, though the “Celestial Beast” didn’t gain actual stat boosts, its vitality visibly increased, becoming more agile and in better condition.
It let out a light cry, pushing back Grut, and the two short wings on its left glove rapidly transformed into a sacred bow.
The deployment of Sunlight not only significantly enhanced the power of light-type ultimate skills but also accelerated the gathering of light-type energy, making spellcasting smoother and faster.
Thus, in just three seconds, the “Celestial Beast” drew its bow at close range, condensing a lightning bolt arrow!
“Heavenly Punishment!”
With a thunderous roar, the lightning bolt arrow shot out.
Though it didn’t reach peak velocity, the sheer weight of the arrow was formidable.
After firing the lightning bolt, the “Celestial Beast” charged forward with its Holy Sword, wrapping a terrifying storm around it—the “Sword Dance”!
“Dong!”
Grut blocked the lightning bolt with incredible speed, stopping the shot.
But the lightning that burst on the sword blade instantly spread to Grut’s arm, causing paralysis.
Then the “Celestial Beast” approached like a gust of wind, executing a “Sword Dance” with a fierce slash!
“Ahhh!”
Grut’s arm was paralyzed, temporarily unable to swing the sword, only able to raise its left arm to block.
That armored left arm couldn’t withstand the might of the “Sword Dance,” and in an instant, it was severed and flew away.
In the midst of excruciating pain, Grut momentarily regained clarity, and rationality, long suppressed, resurfaced. It suddenly turned to look at the severed left arm, feeling intense pain, and familiar scenes replayed in its mind.
It was the first time it joined the Beastman army, participating in the defense against the demon invaders.
Recently hailed as the “Sword Saint,” it basked in glory after joining the military.
Enjoying special treatment, it felt justified because it was bound to fight on the front lines and establish great achievements for the kingdom.
If it hadn’t rashly attacked the demon army’s stronghold and been ambushed by a hidden, powerful demon…
Even until its dying breath, Grut couldn’t comprehend why these demons, none of whom were weaker than it, would resort to such cowardly tactics!
Don’t they have any dignity as强者们？
…
When its sword-wielding right arm was pinned, Grut could only use its left arm to block the fatal blow from the left.
Then its left arm was severed and flew away, just as it did now.
…
Dazed, Grut had subconsciously blocked over ten times.
Its gaze slowly settled on the “Celestial Beast.”
Memories flooded its mind like a tidal wave.
“Angel…”
It couldn’t help but utter a surprised sound.
But to Dark and Deoxys, this was just meaningless growling.
As a Beastman Sword Saint who had fallen a century ago, Grut’s knowledge of Mana Technology was limited. The early Mana Technology could not forge such a powerful Golem.
Grut passively endured the continuous attacks from the “Celestial Beast,” its gaze involuntarily drifting to the remaining shadows in the corner.
That mouse monster, which had only now truly caught its attention, poked its head out to watch.
Grut’s memories gradually returned, albeit in small fragments, but they became clearer.
This made it realize how incredibly unbelievable the existence of that mouse was!
In this unique dungeon, all monsters were mere shells created by the dungeon itself.
Ordinary monsters and elite monsters, even class bosses, differed only in the amount of substance filling those shells.
But even the class BOSSES…
S, under normal circumstances, there was only a thin coating applied on the inner side of the shell.
That mouse, however, seemed to have been filled with paint, radiating colors from inside out.
Grut had the self-awareness of a boss, with a high level of rationality. It knew that the memories constantly being poured into its brain belonged to someone else.
Though it was “Grut Dures,” it wasn’t “Grut Dures.”
As the shell was gradually filled with color, “Grut Dures” would become just Grut Dures.
Grut didn’t resist this change; in fact, it yearned for it.
Just like it yearned for blood, for battle, for… victory!
Yes, it finally understood what it needed.
It needed a victory, a victory that could wash away the humiliation of its death!
“Is the one who can summon angels the human church’s Saint Son?”
Grut glanced at the golden-haired youth on the platform, feeling a tumultuous surge within.
It didn’t know how many years had passed since its “death,” but since humans, the church, and the Saint Son still existed, the demons hadn’t achieved their goal of dominating the entire continent.
The war might still be ongoing, and the kingdom of beasts might still be struggling to survive.
It wanted to leave this dungeon, not as a monster, but as a beast, to return to the battlefield once more.
This time, it wouldn’t lose!
…
“Bang!”
Thoughts returned to reality.
The collision between two “Holy Swords” generated a terrifying energy tide.
Celestial Beast suddenly noticed a huge change in the aura of the orc sword saint, as if it had transformed from a wolf to a tiger.
The orc’s “Holy Sword” even emitted a resonant hum.
Celestial Beast’s face changed slightly, and intense purple light suddenly surged from its right hand holding the sword.
“Heavenly Purple Light!”
The light, which should have been like a beam, was deliberately compressed within the right hand, wrapping around the hilt and perfectly fusing with the blade.
Although it couldn’t last long, it gave the “Holy Sword” stronger properties!
Five rounds were too short, and the sun in the sky was already about to fall.
Celestial Beast unleashed its strongest power, forcing the orc sword saint, who had just regained his senses, to stagger back several steps with the first strike.
The second strike was imbued with the “Double Slash” skill, and the ultimate technique’s power, enhanced by Heavenly Purple Light, produced an effect beyond ordinary.
The orc sword saint, left with only one arm, could no longer block and was sent flying.
Its body hovered in mid-air, fingers gripping the hilt tightly, while blood surged like a tide to catch it.
But the six-winged angel pursued relentlessly, leaving no room for respite.
“Bloody Burial!”
Instinctively, Grut’s throat uttered a name.
Its body moved without hesitation, guided by cellular memory.
The “Blood Holy Sword” swung wildly.
The entire “Blood River Sanctuary” was activated, drawing red liquid from all over the hall towards the blade.
A boiling blood ball formed at the tip of the sword and exploded instantly!
“Boom!”
Like flowers blooming.
The blood ball burst into countless threads, spreading throughout the vision in an instant.
Celestial Beast lunged forward, six wings vibrating rapidly to accelerate its flight, “Heavenly Purple Light.”
All remaining energy converged on the “Solo Sword Sheath” and the Saint, enhancing the ultimate technique “Triple Slash.”
Its gaze never wavered from the blood threads, moving forward as if from heaven, striking with one sword.
…
Dark watched from the platform as the blood threads from “Bloody Burial” engulfed Celestial Beast like a giant abyss mouth.
Yet, as the explosion sounded, Celestial Beast broke through the “Bloody Burial,” piercing the orc sword saint’s body with a single strike.
Terrifying energy waves surged into Grut’s body through the sword.
It opened its mouth, looking down at the “Solo Sword Sheath” left with only the hilt, a strange expression of relief or regret crossing its face.
In the next moment,
The energy from “Heavenly Purple Light” and “Triple Slash” exploded within the orc sword saint’s body.
“BOOM!”
It shattered into pieces!
…
The “Blood Holy Sword” was blasted into the air.
Celestial Beast was covered in blood, battered and bruised.
“Bloody Burial” didn’t miss its mark; it nearly killed him.
The orc sword saint’s corpse scattered across the ground.
The blood tide on the ground had completely receded, and the red liquid between the stone slabs had dried up.
Celestial Beast landed on both feet, holding the “Solo Sword Sheath” horizontally with the hilt, barely standing.
Breathing heavily, it looked at the orc sword saint’s corpse, confirming it couldn’t rise again before exhaling in relief.
Dark quickly jumped down from the platform and rushed over to support it.
At that moment, “Celestial Beast” regressed into Deoxys, lying on Dark’s arm.
Dark hurriedly squatted down, stroking its head in praise.
“Mii—”
The regressed Yomimi finally flew down from the air, holding the “Blood Holy Sword” with telekinesis behind it.
Imp Beast, Ibut, Phantom Worm, and Lion Beast also came over.
If this orc sword saint was the final boss, then the battle was over.
“Yomimi?”
Imp Beast suddenly turned its head, curiously looking at the orc sword saint’s corpse, then its gaze drifted aimlessly to the corner of the wall.
The mouse, under Yomimi’s curious stare, trembled violently, its face rigid.
It was as if it had been caught stealing peanuts by a cat, sweating profusely on its forehead.
Carefully, it protected the small bottle in its hands, then swiftly darted into the shadow, fleeing.
(??ω??)?
Yomimi tilted its head, looking bewildered.
…
“Let’s rest here for a moment.”
Dark sat down, placing Deoxys on his lap, breathing a sigh of relief.
In truth, this boss felt very ominous to him.
It wasn’t because it was incredibly powerful.
Rather, he sensed something unusual from this boss.
Just like the humanoid monster wielding the broadsword, this boss clearly possessed rationality that shouldn’t exist in dungeon monsters.
Due to his own Golem, he was particularly sensitive to this.
In his studies of the intelligence of Golems, he had surpassed most magi.
Even from minor details, he could feel the differences.
Moreover, during its battle with Deoxys, the orc sword saint exhibited behaviors uncharacteristic of monsters.
There were various possible explanations for this phenomenon.
The laziest explanation would be coincidence or misinterpretation.
After all, overthinking was a human specialty.
But for Dark Demon, who had ample experience, the first thing he thought of after noticing such signs was that these monsters might have developed intelligence, just like his Golem!
Normal humans wouldn’t think about this, let alone entertain such thoughts.
But Dark Demon was different.
His mind wasn’t constrained by so-called “common sense.”
“Perhaps, I should talk to the professors?”
Dark suddenly realized he had developed this bad habit.
When in doubt, consult the professors…
Though he consciously tried to avoid it, it seemed to have little effect.
“Tsk!”
Subconsciously rubbing Deoxys’s belly, Dark raised his other hand to beckon Yomimi.
Yomimi slowly dragged the “Blood Holy Sword” over.
Even without the “Eye of Truth,” Dark knew this “Blood Holy Sword” must be valuable.
Compared to the rusty “Solo Sword Sheath,” this holy sword was superior in both appearance and performance.
But he wondered if its value in the “Eye of Truth” would surpass the “Book of Magic” and the “Blood Crystal Crown”?
With curiosity, Dark opened the “Eye of Truth.”
From hilt to tip, intricate patterns were engraved on the “Blood Holy Sword.”
The patterns on the blade extended directly from the tip to the guard, resembling a blood groove like a curse.
When the orc sword saint activated the hidden power of the “Blood Holy Sword,” the long blood groove filled with flowing blood.
Whether it was the manifestation of mana or the orc sword saint’s blood, it was unknown.
At the bottom of the hilt, an ancient character for “blood” was inscribed.
“A holy sword controlling the power of blood!”
“Value… higher than ‘Trash Slime,’ higher than ‘Wrestler Eagle’… lower than ‘Piplup’?”
Though Dark had never mentioned it, “Wrestler Eagle” was the second least valuable among his Golems, only above “Trash Slime” in the “Eye of Truth.”
To preserve “Wrestler Eagle’s” dignity, he had vowed to keep this information sealed.
Of course, he wasn’t sure why a three-star “Wrestler Eagle” was valued less than a two-star “Piplup,” and even lower than other one-star Golems.
This was simply the standard of the “Eye of Truth.”
“But being more valuable than ‘Wrestler Eagle,’ this ‘Blood Holy Sword’ is indeed a rarity.”
“The only flaw is that its attribute isn’t great.”
“A holy sword controlling the power of blood is unsuitable for Lion Beast, Deoxys, or Agumon, but perhaps it fits Crazed Lion Beast.”
“To be honest, this ‘Blood Holy Sword’ is best suited for Wit Gold, isn’t it?”
“It’s both a blood attribute and a holy sword, fitting both the Bloodline and the Heroic lineage.”
“I wonder what Wit gained in his first dungeon adventure.”
“As a ‘Hero’s Child,’ can he sense the call of the ‘Holy Sword’?”
“If he finds a more useful holy sword, I wouldn’t mind swapping with him.”
Still, Dark felt his thoughts were unrealistic.
The chance of Wit finding a “Holy Sword” was like winning the lottery… wait, maybe it could happen?
A “Steel Holy Sword,” “Rock Holy Sword,” “Grass Holy Sword”… or even a “Water Holy Sword” would do!
Of course, ideally, a “Light Holy Sword” or a “Dragon Holy Sword”!
Full of hope, Dark rested for a moment, pinching Deoxys’s cheek gently, whispering, “Should we take a nap?”
Deoxys perked up its ears, leaping up immediately, as if saying, “I’m in great shape and don’t need to rest in a magic card.”
Dark patted his butt and stood up.
Next, they would head for the final room.
Maybe there were some treasure chests left behind?
