"Am I looking for the wrong topic? I know there is no answer to this...... Even you've not reached this level. ”

"No, I think it's possible. Many swordsmen have now reached a level similar to ours. Perhaps, we will no longer be the strongest swordsmen in the future. There may be people we have never met who can reach a level that we have never been able to fight...... Who knows?"

"What are you talking about......

"No, I have a hunch. Although you and I have reached a very high level, there is still a long way to go, so we have not yet realized it. ”

"Doesn't that mean that we have reached a very high level that we can't even recognize? You see, aren't we just standing at the top and looking at the scenery below?"

"From the top of the mountainside, you can see the scenery below. ”

"Uh...... Alas, that realm that doesn't even have a name...... It would be nice to have a name for him, just like Sword Soul and Juggernaut. ”

Liang Yue fell into deep thought again, and then spoke:

"What do you think of the 'Sword God'?"

"This ...... Have you thought about how to name the next realm?"

"Let's finish this realm first!"

"Haha! It's like your style of doing things!"

After a short rest, the two began to fight again

Legend has it that at the beginning of the Arad era, a magical piece of steel fell on the continent, and legend has it that it is the best material for casting swords, and the sword forged from it is as powerful as the ancient gods... Later, the sword god Sodros obtained most of it and forged it into the Divine Soldier: Yilong Sword-Choice. In the Heroic Age, there was a swordsmith on a par with Callua: Elenor. He ate and slept in the open air, and after a lot of hardships, he finally found the remaining small piece of extraterrestrial meteoric steel. However, after finding it, he was worried, and only such a small piece was left, and half a sword was not enough to cast... Until, the Dark Holy War, Ozma's army of pretenders and the Dark Knights, are encroaching on the continent step by step..."Elenor, don't study that piece of meteoric steel, such a little material is only enough for you to forge a sword hilt!" Arenor's friend Skelle roared, "However, the sword forged from it must be powerful, just like the sword god's Yilong sword..." "Do you want me to fight with a powerful hilt? Okay, I'm going to fight at the front, so give me this sword." Skelle picked up a dagger in his hand. And Arenor didn't care, just stared at Meteoric Steel and muttered, "The hilt of the sword..."The battle on the front line is getting tighter and tighter, and the strength of the Dark Knight makes the army of the Pretenders approaching one after another, and the area occupied by them is deserted..."Lord Skelle, here's a letter from you. The messenger ran like the wind, and when he opened the envelope, he immediately ran to Arenor's swordsmith's workshop. "Skel, I finally thought of how to use that piece of meteoric steel, I will forge a divine weapon that is not inferior to the Yilong Sword, and you are the only one qualified to use it!" Listening to Elenor's words, a bad premonition suddenly rose in Skyll's heart..."What are you still thinking?Come on, you will see it born with your own eyes, Shadowless Sword!" In the sword-forging furnace, suspended, no, a sword was inserted. The hilt of the sword is of extraterrestrial steel, and the blade of the sword, although it cannot be seen, can feel its sharpness. "Elenor, what's that?" Skyle wondered? This is the Ice Spirit Stone I brought back from the snowy mountain, almost transparent and extremely sharp, of course, this is not enough. So..."So?" So, let my will bless it!" Before he finished speaking, Arenor jumped down from the swordsmithing furnace, "Skyle, promise me to protect Arad with the Shadowless Sword!" Skyle couldn't save it, so he could only watch as Eirenor fell into the flames, and his will and soul merged into the Shadowless Sword..."No, Arenor..."In the battlefield, Skyll held the Shadowless Sword in his hand..."Stupid human, do you think you can defeat me with the Ice Spirit Stone alone?" The Dark Knight sneered. "Come on, then!" Skyle strode forward, a horizontal slash. "Dang!" The Dark Knight blocked the Shadowless Sword with the Dark Greatsword in his hand, but there was a shallow mark on his chest. "No, how is this possible, how can the Ice Spirit Stone...""No, it's not the Ice Spirit Stone, it's Arenor's will to protect his homeland, the moment you block him, you have already been hurt!" Skyle raised the Shadowless Sword, tears streaming down his eyes. "Stupid, do you think you'll be able to stop Lord Ozma in this way? "Elenor, you won't die in vain... I will take you with me to protect the homeland together! Guardian Power! Wave Dimension Slash!" The fluctuations erupted, the shadowless sword flashed, and the dark knight was divided into two sections..."Warriors, drive the pretender out of Arad, rush~" Skelle killed first, and suddenly, the battlefield shouted killing and screamed... Later, the legendary heroes sealed Ozma again, and the Shadowless Sword, Elenor, will be remembered forever!

Right now...... It's time. The speaker's voice was steady and firm, as if there was some kind of hope. But the strange thing is that her face always has a melancholy look, especially those eyes, as if tears will flow down in the next second. She stood up quietly and walked to the window. As far as the eye can see, there is still a lifeless ruin outside the window. "Destruction is born, and from this is the birth of our fasting place and of our honor. ...... Destruction is born......" She stared out the window a little blankly, repeating words of unknown meaning over and over again. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and there was a faint sadness in her eyes. "O Apostle Dirighi, the embodiment of the Black Plague...... Your existence is destined to bring harm to other lifeforms, this is your fate, and you can't get rid of it, but in the same way, those lifeforms also want to destroy you, and you can't escape after all, because this is also your fate......" After a pause, she continued to mutter, "...... But your destruction also means a new birth. Maybe...... This is your true destiny and reason for existence......" But at this moment, another voice suddenly appeared in the bottom of my heart. "Can those young adventurers really be able to defeat the evil Diregi?" she smiled helplessly, perhaps not expecting such a thought. In fact, in her heart, she has never worried about this problem. She had always believed that it would take a lot of work, but they would be able to do it. Of course, she does not deny that in this process, there will be many adventurers who will lose their lives because of this.