In the face of the roaring hurricane, Chels kept changing his angle and tried again and again to get close to the marshal under the cover of the arrow curtain, but no matter how fast he was and how tricky the angle was, the sharpened iron bowstring in his hand could not break the barrier between the two, and could not even disturb the marshal's control of these gorgeous weapons.

"Your fellow's spiritual power is really bottomless, and he is still so energetic after fighting for so long. With a flick of the longbow in his hand, Chels jumped back with the help of his strength, and for the first time he had no choice but to distance himself from the marshal, his wrist flicked the longbow in front of him, but it was not a posture of drawing the bow, but more like holding a harp, his fingers lightly rested on the bowstring towards him, "The spiritual power is so huge, I am beginning to care a little about your instrument spirit that has been slow to appear." ”

Seeing that Chels had already left, the marshal jumped away from the ground without advancing and retreating, and the countless golden vortices in the sky slowly turned towards Chels, and the spiritual weapons pouring like a shower came to an abrupt end, and the two sides once again became in a state of confrontation when they had just met.

"It's better that you're not seen," the marshal said, holding the thief's hand and clenching it hard, the thief turned into a streamer of light and turned into a short-fingered glove inlaid with a silver cross, "because if you see him, there must be no way to find a life." ”

"That's a lot of fun. ”

Hearing this, she smiled slightly, and the marshal twisted the last section of the long handle across the giant scythe, and actually twisted off the last section about twenty centimeters long, and the hair-like black thread hovering at the interface was infused with spiritual power with a wave of her arm, and in the blink of an eye, it became like a thin sword that emitted a slight fluorescence like a silver thread.

It wasn't so much a rapier as it was a barely visible filament extending from the handle.

Although the First Marshal's spirit weapon was a virtual space where countless spirit weapons were stored, there were three weapons that she had always left on her body. One is the most conspicuous emerald scepter, the other is the Hand Thief Soul Assassin who has just turned into a glove, and the third is the Commander's thin sword hidden in the Emerald Scepter that must be activated by spiritual power.

Looking at the marshal who was just a different weapon, Chels couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart. No matter what kind of weapon it was, but in the final analysis, it still needs melee combat, so it can't help but become the same as before, but in the next moment, he was keenly aware of the unusually rich and condensed spiritual power fluctuations in the air since the moment the thin sword appeared.

The moment the sword revealed its true form, the golden vortex that filled the sky became even more dazzling, and the heavenly spirit weapon that had been waiting for it completely burst out with spiritual light.

"What the hell is going on...... With his own strength, he controlled all the spiritual weapons at the same time?Impossible, this is impossible, not to mention that it is impossible for human beings to have such powerful spiritual power, so many spiritual weapons, even if it is just an illusory projection, it also needs the communication of the soul, is there still endless spiritual power in your body!"

Chels shouted at the marshal in the distance, and couldn't help but take a step back in the face of the golden sky.

The reason why he didn't have much pressure and wasn't afraid of these spiritual weapons before was because he had a very in-depth understanding of spiritual weapons.

Although all the previous spiritual weapons looked magnificent, they were just weapons projected by the king's aria with no inner appearance, and even as weapons, they were too gorgeous to be practical, but in the moment just now, these weapons glowed with true spirituality as if they had been summoned back to the soul, and became real spiritual weapons.

Chels is well aware of the gap between weapons and spiritual weapons, and he also knows the power of spiritual weapons.

"You know, this sword...... The name is 'Conductor'. The marshal waved his thin sword, and the heavenly spirit weapon rotated neatly and slowly with the dance of the blade, and at this moment Chels seemed to see the marshal incarnate as the commander of countless spirit weapons, "I don't have unlimited spiritual power, and even just controlling Wang Zhiaria and this commander who doesn't know where he projected from is already a little overwhelmed." ”

"Tune in with the other spiritual weapons, is this what the rapier is capable of?" Chels immediately guessed the real reason, but he didn't feel any lighthearted by it. After all, no matter who is controlling those spirit weapons, the power of the spirit weapons is objective, "This is really a terrifying ability." ”

Australia.

"What's the matter, Roman, aren't you going to take me back!" The Marshal of the Shield of Justice, who was once the young patriarch of the Arsa family of the blood clan, and now the Marshal of the Shield of Justice, who was stationed in the Australian branch, mercilessly punched the blood patriarch Roman Arza, and he stepped on the frozen sea with an expressionless face and looked at the patriarch who fell heavily to the ground and shouted, "Roman, why, why after I left, you who were originally only interested in business and hated war also became a warmonger of the blood clan!"

Roman Arsa curled up and struggled to support her upper body, symbolizing that the family's scythe was no longer able to hold it and lay quietly behind her. Looking at the somewhat angry marshal, she muttered, "Young Patriarch......"

"I'm not going back. The marshal looked at Roman Chuchu's pitiful appearance and knew that his hand was a little heavy, although it was not life-threatening, and he also restrained himself from using black magic in battle, but it still seemed to be very painful, and his subconscious tone became much softer, "Roman, let me ask you, do you remember my real name." ”

Although he was asking a question, for some reason the marshal's tone seemed as if he already knew the answer.

"Young Patriarch ......" As soon as he spoke, Roman suddenly realized something and froze in place. Why, why can't I remember? I miss that person so much, and I think about that person right in front of me...... But, but why can't you remember?

The long sickle in his hand slowly turned into blood and dissipated, and the marshal sighed and smiled bitterly: "Sure enough, that's the case." Roman, as long as the Senate supports the war, I will not go back. My name was erased by Chagin with black magic, not only you, but even I don't know my name. That puppet, in order to make me a veteran who gave up neutrality and chose to support the war in the future, erased my former self and reshaped my personality. But he didn't expect that my talent was a copy of my personality, and although I wasn't fully awakened at the time, I was able to use my immature talent to avoid the complete destruction of the real me. It was because of this that I could not remember my name, and it was precisely because I was afraid that I would recall something that Chakin did not hesitate to use black magic on the whole clan to eliminate my existence, and instructed the clan to kick me out of the door. ”

The blood was completely hidden by the marshal, and at this time, both his appearance and his aura had become indistinguishable again: "At that time, I gambled everything on you. Although you are from a side line, you are far superior to other peers in terms of blood and ability, and I once believed that even in my absence, you would be able to lead the family on the path I desired, but ...... Maybe Chagin also secretly exerted the dark magic that influenced your mind after you joined the Senate, and you became like this. Roman, I repeat, as long as there is a desire for war, I will not go back, just as my name will not return. ”

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