The price of indulgences is expensive, and not everyone can afford to go to the stage to draw a sword that no one has ever drawn before, so the queue for the sword to be drawn is not too long, and it is extremely small compared to the dense crowd around the square. In such a queue, Norman did not wait long for his turn to draw his sword, and at this moment, the crowd around the square swelled for no reason, like a wave suddenly rising on the surface of the generally calm sea.

Norman was extremely tall, which allowed him to look beyond the heads of others in an unobstructed manner, so his vision was excellent, and he clearly saw the origin of the crowd.

It was the same Metropolitan who had been seen on the parade floats and came.

The parade of floats should have ended by now, and the Metropolitan was entering with his group under the protection of the local church knights, and the crowd was so dense that it naturally caused a commotion, and it did not stop until the Metropolitan came to the center of the square.

The Metropolitan did not go up to the sword-drawing platform, but took his seat in the open space in front of the sword-drawing platform, and several others sat down on either side of him in turn, as if to watch the sword-drawing ceremony for a while.

This is also true, the sword in the stone has always been nominally a thing of the Arikadu Church, and this metropolitan is the head of the Arica diocese, and such an important event as the annual sword drawing ceremony is always to be seen.

It was almost Norman's turn, and after the Metropolis had taken some time to enter, it was Norman's turn to come to power when the Metropolis was seated.

He carefully controlled the rhythm of his body, not to jump up with one foot, but slowly climbed up the stairs like everyone else, and when he got up, he finally saw the appearance of the sword in the stone up close.

On both sides of the sword in the stone, there were two expressionless and armored church knights guarding them, and a thin old man standing aside, who should be a mage, but he was wearing a white clergy robe unique to the church, not a four-colored robe that represented the identity of a mage, so it was impossible to tell what level of mage this was.

The quality of the church's service is very poor, and in the face of consumers like Norman who have paid indulgences, the three waiters on this stage didn't even bother to say hello, but a knight close to Norman's side pointed at the sword in the stone, which meant that Norman should hurry up and draw his sword, without even saying "Please come to the stage". However, after roughly scanning the situation on the stage, Norman's eyes were fixed on the stone sword, so he didn't pay attention to how bad their service attitude was.

Norman walked towards the sword in the stone and stood still.

Although his figure is much taller than that of ordinary people, he can be said to be a little giant, but this sword in the stone was the sword of the demon archon Amilius, in terms of the height of the demon race, Norman is a dwarf, so he can't pull out the sword on a par with the sword in the stone, so like everyone else, he stood on the small platform behind the sword in the stone and looked at the sword in the stone in front of him.

The hilt of a sword half an arm's length was studded with broken gems and the tail was fanned open......

The hilt of the sword in the stone was the same as the one he had seen below, and such a closer look made Norman more and more sure that it was the original saber of Amilius.

Therefore, how confusing and unpredictable history is, you can package a trapped Erwuzai into a hero who cares about the liberation of the world's race, or you can transfer the ownership of a treasure to the real master's sworn enemy. The vast number of people below would never have imagined that this sword in the stone was not only not the sword of the great hero Talemond in their minds, but the relic of the great demon king Amilius in their minds......

Norman was thinking wildly, but his hand did not stop, and slowly stretched out the sword in the stone in front of him, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and pressing it on the stone with the other.

He was now engrossed in the sword in front of him, so he didn't notice that below the high platform, a priest had taken Hadi's place to collect the indulgences, and the gray-haired Hadi was standing aside to rest. He was facing the platform, his head raised, and he looked at Norman on the platform, his eyes calm but focused, staring without blinking.

Look at the way he looks, if people who don't know see it, they think that it is he who draws the sword now, not Norman.

......

The grip of the hilt of the sword in the stone is good, looking at the broken gems, it should be very cut, but the actual grip is very smooth, and I don't know how those people in the demon clan do it. At the same time, the broken gemstone increases the friction, so it doesn't slip so much that it doesn't slip out of your hand, which is just right.

After Norman grasped it, he used both arms at the same time, pressed the stone and slammed his sword upwards!

The sword in the stone did not move at all.

Norman had expected it, so he was not in a hurry, and after a little adjustment, he increased his strength and pulled it out violently, but the sword in the stone still did not move at all, and he did not pull it out at all.

Norman secretly screamed in his heart.

He didn't dare to use all his strength to draw the sword these two times, because he was afraid that he would use too much force and there would be some accidents, but now it seems that he was completely overly worried, and this sword in the stone is indeed a bit strange.

So he no longer restrained, the muscles of his whole body slowly squirmed, and then there was a sudden shock, and the inhuman structure that had cultivated the "Funeral Heart Sutra" for a long time transmitted all the power of his body to his arms, holding a sword in one hand and pressing a stone in the other, an unprecedented huge force burst out!

Since cultivating the "Funeral Heart Sutra" until now, because of the spell as the main force, Norman has not tried to muster his whole body strength like this for a long time, so it is only now that he knows how powerful his physical strength is now.

Under the high-frequency oscillation of Norman's muscles, the air around him vibrates, and the sign of air oscillation is that the wind is rising, which is felt most clearly by those around him.

The two expressionless church knights standing next to the sword in the stone felt the strange movement around them, their faces changed drastically, and they turned to face Norman in unison, and their hands were subconsciously pressed down, making a gesture to pull the sword from their waists.

The mage who was standing on the side also felt a strange movement in the air, and a burst of blue light suddenly flashed on his body, as if he was about to send out a spell in an instant, but their movements were slow. Before their swords were drawn out and the spells were not sent out instantly, under the terrifying power of Norman, this improvised solid platform could no longer be supported, and with a loud "boom", the dense logs and stone pillars below as support collapsed and shattered, and the entire high platform instantly fell apart and collapsed in place below.

"Ahh

"Run!"

"Help!"

"Don't squeeze!"

......

Seeing this scene, the crowd that was originally watching the excitement at the scene suddenly became chaotic, and there was an instant commotion, and the situation of crowding and pushing people happened everywhere. At this time, the difference between a well-trained soldier and an ordinary person is revealed: although the surrounding church knights who are maintaining order are also very surprised by the scene that has taken place, they still remember their duties and are trying to maintain order on the scene, and they are determined not to let the riotous crowd rush in.

However, the riot did not last long, and after a while, a voice rang in people's ears.

In such a panicked scene, it was very noisy, and even if the two sides stood face to face, they might not be able to hear each other clearly, but this voice was clearly heard by everyone.

The volume of this voice is not high, as if it is whispered in everyone's ear, but every word is heard clearly, and if you really think about it carefully, you will find that you don't know what the other party is saying at all, but you just think it is unusually good. And this sound seems to have magical power, so that the listener's mind will unconsciously calm down when he listens to it, and no matter what troubles and fears he has, he is thrown out of the clouds, and the scene of the original riot has gradually calmed down.

People were no longer flustered, standing quietly in place, surrounded by people who had fallen and trampled in the accident, and were also helped up by the people around them, and the whole scene was even calmer and more orderly than before the collapse accident.

Chen Qinghe, who had always stood still in the crowd, looked in one direction, his gaze passed through the crowd, and landed on an old priest with gray hair, his eyes thoughtful.

Because of Norman's instructions, Harriet was under Qin Hao's special protection, so she was not injured in the chaos just now, and at this moment, because of this voice that she didn't know where it came from, her face was much calmer, slightly better than her usual pain.

Qin Hao and Zhang Han were unmoved by the voice, and they were still as usual. As for the last person in the Norman team, Atrimixia, this demon descendant, like several dragons, was not unusual, still expressionless, completely unmoved by the voice.

And in the middle of the open space in the square, there was also a person like Chen Qinghe, who looked past the crowd and looked at the gray-haired old priest.

It was the Metropolitan Lord.

However, after taking a deep look, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the location of the sword in the stone.

The original high platform is gone, and there is a thick pile of garbage on the ground, broken logs, and broken stones everywhere. And as the dust cleared, the scene inside became clearer.

The two heavily armed church knight swords had already been drawn, but they didn't act rashly, they just stood on both sides, grasped the terrain and blocked the path of the target person, and the mage's spell finally came out instantly, it was a faint blue light curtain, like an eggshell, wrapping the three of them together with the sword in the stone. And, of course, the sword drawer was among them.

Norman stood behind the sword in the stone, his feet in the air, one hand holding the hilt of the sword, the other pressed against the stone - he didn't cast a spell, and the reason why his feet were in the air now was because one hand was pressed against the stone.

Looking at the sword in the stone in front of him, Norman's eyes were a little surprised.

This sword in the stone is weird.

Under the kind of force he had just had, the ordinary stones should have broken a long time ago, which could be seen from the remnants of the scene, the stones that had set up the platform had already shattered just by his power, not to mention that the stone in front of him was directly destroyed by his great force and took most of his strength.

But the stone in front of him was intact...... Oh no, it's still a little damaged, there are some stone chips scattered on the surface of this irregular stone ball, but in Norman's opinion, those should be just foreign objects that have attached to the surface of the stone ball over the long years, and the stone ball itself has not been harmed in any way.

Also intact was Amilius' saber - the thing was truly intact, with no skin peeled off.

Norman was really interested in the sword in front of him, so he didn't bother to pay attention to the three guys around him who were eyeing him, and just studied what was in front of him wholeheartedly.

The strength just now is already the limit of Norman's now, and if he wants to exert greater physical strength, he can only let Chen Qinghe come over, so if he wants to pull out the sword, the path of physical power is not feasible for the time being, so is the magic power feasible?

Norman had a whim.

In people's mindset, magic is only used to induce spells, but now this is a sword, of course, with physical power, magic has a fart here, but the Knights Templar hated the mindset the most, and under the teaching of the Knights Templar, Norman's idea was also wild, so he thought of this idea. And through the battle with the Dragons of Dawn, and through Harriet, Norman also realizes that magic can not only be used to induce spells, but also has other uses.

That's it, you won't lose if you try anyway.

As soon as he thought of it, Norman immediately tried, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword began to infuse the sword with magical power. And it didn't matter if he poured it, as soon as his magic power came into contact with the sword in the stone, he felt that he had immediately entered a mysterious realm!

Norman couldn't describe exactly what it was like, if anything, it was as if he had fused with the sword in the stone at this moment......

Norman continued to draw his sword here, but the three people around him were undecided, not knowing what to do with the guy in front of him.

They used to feel that the other party might want to grab the sword in the stone, so they were so nervous, but now that person didn't move, he was still just drawing his sword, not like he was going to grab the sword, so what should they do?

Luckily, someone made the decision for them.

The Metropolitan looked this way for a moment, then his lips squirmed, and he began to use the magic mouth spell, whispering a few words in the ears of the three men, and then the two knights took their swords, and each stood on a broken log pointed diagonally towards the sky, and continued to stand on either side. The mage also dispersed the blue light curtain, but his weak physique was not as good as the balance of the two knights, so he could only climb down from the ruins and find a fairly flat territory to stand on.

The Metropolitan continued to stare at Norman not far away, his eyes unblinking.

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