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Not to mention the main body.

If he could find a way to drive it, Fenrir wouldn't have been so troublesome.

Pity......

John shook his head, wrapped the chain around his arm, and looked back and forth at the pile of flesh below.

Fingers, toes, scales, eyeballs......

All sorts of broken organs piled up, and bright red blood foam flowed everywhere, converging into a stream, exuding an unbearable fishy smell.

John raised his arm and unleashed a high-temperature blast that burned the flesh to ashes.

"How much do you know about that weirdo, and have you heard of it before?"

The three of them shook their heads, and Joz smiled bitterly and said,

"It's not native to this world."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Joz nodded, as a wizard and senior professor of biological history, he still had this judgment,

"It's supposed to come from an ectopic plane, it's not clear which one."

John frowned, this bit of information was no different from not saying anything, he turned his head to look at the witcher on the side,

"Is there anything you would like to add about the weirdos?"

The witcher shook his head, his face silent, his eyes fixed on the sword, and he seemed to have no focus, just looked numbly,

The silver-white sword body is still as bright as water, reflecting the cold edge, but there are a few more cracks on the blade and tip of the sword, which are left by slashing the opponent's body.

In the middle of the ring, he suddenly spoke, "I need a sharper sword." ”

As he spoke, he raised his head, his eyes were blazing, and he stared motionlessly at the energy sword in John's hand that had not yet faded,

"I need it!"

The harsh demands are so simple and straightforward, like a tavern fight in which one drunk says to another: Come, borrow me the cup you drink.

Amy and Joz's expressions changed slightly, their lips trembled, but in the end they chose to be silent, for old-school witchers, the sword is fundamental, as long as the sword in their hands can pierce the enemy's defenses, no matter how strong the enemy is, they can kill each other with their strange bodies and strong fighting skills.

But now, the situation has changed, and the sword in his hand cannot pierce the monster's defenses, and even the outermost scales are difficult to cut.

John raised his eyebrows, a blue light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he stood in place for a moment

"Good!"

As the words fell, the light golden energy sword light soared, and the sword body began to wriggle and separate from the body, turning into a medieval long sword with the same appearance as the gray sword.

He backhanded the blazing-white, sun-like weapon into the rocks underground.

"Pull it out, it's yours."

Amy swallowed and foamed, she could feel the terrifying energy contained in this sword and the high temperature on its surface, this temperature was by no means tolerable to ordinary people, and even if she could afford it, she might not be able to use it.

She looked at the teacher, hoping that the teacher would persuade him, Joz shook his head, he understands the character of an old friend, this kind of thing can't be stopped at all,

He patted the witcher on the shoulder, didn't say anything more, turned back into the passage, took out the magic equipment that had been placed there, and began to set up the reverse tracking circle.

The weapon burning with the daylight fireworks was right in front of him, and the extremely high temperature even the air began to twist, giving the illusion of unreality.

"I need it!"

Carl muttered to himself, a pair of dark brown eyes shining with a dazzling light under his pale face.

He stepped forward and raised his hand to grab the hilt of his sword.

Multiply!

As soon as the palm of his hand came into contact with the hilt of the sword, the air suddenly had a more scorching smell, the flesh and blood in his palm began to twist, and the witcher roared, and his body twitched like a sieve,

The girl gritted her teeth, her expression was extremely complicated,

Joz glanced back and let out a long sigh,

Holding a flaming sword in a mortal body, such a feat is not something that can be seen in every era, John raised his head, his left eye flashed with a faint blue light, and his right eye had an inexplicable smile, he was looking forward to the story below.

Perhaps, this will become a legend, and more than a hundred years later, it will even be written into a book, remade into a movie, and enter the public's sight.

800℃！

This is the temperature he set for the energy sword, not high, but definitely not low, enough to burn most of the matter in the world.

It can be said that as long as the witcher can pass the test set by John and Zero, then he will no longer have to think about changing his sword in the years to come, and even use this sword to kill some unimaginable existences.

The fireworks of the day continued to scorch the flesh and blood, and some of the flesh rolled up, and some of them even began to drip black grease, and the burnt smell in the air suddenly became stronger, and there was a strange fragrance.

Joz's face changed drastically, and he shook his head bitterly as he looked at his old friend, whose face was flushed and his body trembled, but he didn't give up at all.

He really couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking, didn't he just lose once, why torture himself like this, even if you don't use that sword, you are also a respected demon hunter, and no one looks down on you.

"If you can't take it, it's better to give up, this sword is not so easy to pull out." John suddenly spoke,

The witcher shook his head silently, his face pale and covered with beads of sweat, but the fortitude in his eyes did not change from beginning to end,

He roared, put his other hand on the hilt of the sword as well, held the sword in both hands, and pulled out with all the strength of his body, ignoring the burning pain coming from his palm.

Click!

In a trance, the sword body moved, and a crack opened in the stone slab on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the blue light in John's left eye suddenly flickered, and Zero jumped like a victorious child,

"Look, master, I won."

"It's just a move, and it's still far from winning?"

John replied with a blank face, when he created this sword, he had done enough, the body of the sword was flat, but the part that went deep into the ground had two rows of hooks, and the hooks went deep into the stones, and if he wanted to pull the sword out, it was not just by enduring pain.

Of course, as long as he can pull it out, John will naturally make good on his promise to erase these hooks.

Just as he was thinking, the blade of the sword trembled again, and the witcher gritted his teeth hard, the muscles on his arms were red, and the muscles were blue, and his hands turned red and black, swollen like pig's trotters.

Bang!

The crack widened, and the blade of the sword rose a few centimeters.

Seeing this, all three of them were shocked, and Zero shouted excitedly in his mind,

"He really did it, this old man is amazing."

Joz put down the magic device in his hand, got up and returned to his old friend, looking at him in silence.

The white sword and the red and black hand slowly rose in an angry roar.

It didn't take long for half of the sword to surface, and when they saw the hook thorn attached to the sword, Amy and Joz looked up at John, sighed, and said nothing,

Strength comes at a cost.

This is a warning that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Wizards, and they agree with it, and they will not and dare not criticize the Lightwings for their actions.