Somebody somewhere a long, long time ago, a long, long time ago, got an unfinished sword embryo from the Master, and spent his life looking for a possible forged opportunity.

The story is so old that it is not recorded, and it is so old that there is no legend left.

The ancient forest of living beings, the gorgeous palace of the kingdom, the desert Gobi densely covered with death, the beautiful purity of the jungle and the clear stream...

A beautiful princess, a harsh environment, a dangerous situation, for his own ideals, for the sake of his master's ideals, he gave up a lot, and spent his life looking for possibilities.

To forge an impossible holy sword with human power, God will not allow it, people will not allow it, and the church will not allow it.

The light is present in our Lord, and all the light should be to our Lord.

At that time, the church was not the only powerhouse, the people at that time had many beliefs, and the people at that time were free in thought.

A young and handsome swordsmith, searching around with a sword embryo on his back, he comes to the battlefield of gods and gods, and witnesses a great battle that shocks the world from a human perspective, a beautiful angel loses his wings and falls from the sky, life and death are unknown.

There was golden blood everywhere, and a golden drizzle fell on the four fields, and everything was revived, as if the death of God had heralded the rebirth of the earth.

The swordsmith secretly left at the end of the great battle and continued his journey, only to encounter the angel with broken wings in his fate.

The angel who has lost his divine power is still an indescribable angel, and the ordinary and persistent swordsmith is still the swordsmith, but there is an extra follower by his side.

The two spent an ordinary but enviable 20 years in their travels, and the angel died and turned into a gem, becoming the last weighing scale.

On a glorious day when the sun and the moon were contending, the old swordsmith used his life's strength to forge the long sword that would eventually become a legend.

The swordsmith stuck his sword on the top of the hill and died with a satisfied smile.

It is enough for a swordsmith to be able to accomplish a proud work in his lifetime.

A hundred years later, a traveling adventurer came here, drew that sword, and established a kingdom to become a generation of heroes.

The Sword of Light of Stigmata has since become a sacred weapon of the Zhenguo.

Light does not belong to the church, but those who have a light heart will naturally have light in their hearts, and there is darkness in their hearts, and even embracing the light will defile its purity.

...............

Slowly floating in the air was a girl who seemed to be real and illusory, white, with long golden hair and shawl that looked fragmented, a fluffy ladies' robe with white trim and gold trim, and three pairs of white wings spread behind her back, faintly with gold dust falling.

The four fields were all white, and only a faint golden glow shrouded around the woman.

Arthur wanted to see the woman's face, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see the real face.

"Who are you?"

"Does the name matter?"

The woman's voice sounded as if it were near and far, as if it were real and illusory, and everything seemed to be so false, Arthur felt strange in his heart, but there was no murderous and malicious intent, so he did not deliberately remain vigilant.

"It's true that the name doesn't matter, but there has to be a name, otherwise what are you pulling me here for?"

It is not known what the Stigmata Light Sword has to do with this person, but it is indeed the light of the Stigmata Light Sword that brought him here, and the two must have a certain relationship.

The wings of the angel can't be faked, the 6 wings represent the strong strength of the woman and the senior background, if it really has something to do with the church, then I may really explain it this time.

I hope I'm thinking about it too much. Arthur said in his heart.

While Arthur was looking at the woman, the woman was also looking at him, her eyes couldn't tell what she meant, and even a little indifferent, so indifferent that Arthur felt a little cold, and even more frightened, she had never felt so real before.

With emotions, it means that this person is subject to seven emotions and six desires, and only those who have no desires are the most terrible.

The woman raised her hand slightly, and the distance between the two was about 10 meters or so, a distance that Arthur felt safe enough to give him enough time to react. In a real fight, Arthur will use all his power recklessly.

Giving up his life for the sake of other people's lives, Arthur only believes that he is not a saint yet, although he can pat his chest and say that he is a kind person, but this does not mean that he is willing to give up himself to achieve others.

When the woman stretched out her hand, Arthur instinctively took a step back, cheering up for possible changes.

The woman also saw Arthur's intentions, but her hand was still lightly raised, and Arthur frowned, and stretched his brow for a moment.

There was a hint of tenderness on his cheeks, and someone was caressing the side of his face.

For a moment, the woman looked at her hand, as if she was only feeling the temperature.

"Your blood revived me, I remember you, but you forgot me. ”

"No way, you're kidding, I don't remember knowing a noble Seraphim. Arthur said firmly.

"It's the first time you've seen me in this posture, and I remember that you have a holy sword in your hand, and I'll fight her in person. The woman stretched out her right hand at Arthur, and a ray of light shot out over Arthur's body.

Arthur had his hands in front of him, and the scorching light shrouded around him, and it was impossible for Arthur to look up, and the strong pulling force and oppression made him at a loss.

"Who the hell are you, what's the point of bringing me here. Arthur shouted with all his might.

"Just wanted to meet you,..."

Arthur didn't hear what the woman was saying, and only felt a dizziness in his brain.

Yes!!!

Arthur opened his eyes and looked around, familiar places, familiar people, familiar red. Sana stood next to him, looking at him worriedly.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"It didn't take long for me to help you here when you woke up. Sana looked at the holy sword in the distance and said worriedly. "Master, this sword, has undergone some changes. ”

Arthur looked at the Holy Sword, the Stigmata Light Sword exuding a powerful force, radiating brilliant golden light and white light from the blade.

The holy sword, which had been silent, awakened for the first time.

Arthur looked at his hands, walked over and picked up the holy sword, a surging power poured into his heart, and the magic power was stirred, igniting infinite pride.

The golden light spread outward from Arthur's body, and the holy sword continued to pour in power and roamed Arthur's body.

The gem at the bottom of the hilt was dazzling, and two spiraling white rays of light followed Arthur's arm, slowly approaching his back, turning into three pairs of white angelic wings, and silver armor covering his body.

Sana was amazed at the sudden change in Arthur's body.

Spiritualization !!

Arthur is obviously not a member of the church, he obviously hates the people of the church so much, why would he suddenly master the secret ability of the church, and the incarnation is still in the form of a seraphim.

His eyes were golden, his armor was silver, his wings were white, and his countenance was as deep as water, as still as an abyss, flawless and so dazzling.

This day's edge is unparalleled, and tomorrow no one knows you.

The sword of light of stigmata has spiritualized Arthur's entire Holy Spirit, and the surging power has allowed him to faintly reach the Holy Rank.

Arthur slowly stretched out his left hand and pointed to the red heart, with a hint of irrefutable tone.

"Landusian, the light is so warm, now let's make a break. ”

A sword slashed out, and the space collapsed instantly. Arthur didn't know how strong this sword was, and Landulsien couldn't understand it, and since then, Arthur has never reached that level, and he doesn't have the kind of natural perfection he had at that time.

It's just a bland sword, but with the destructive power of the heavens and the earth, this sword is his split, but not his strength.

There was a pop, and blood gushed out, and at the same time Arthur flew out of the underground space with Morgan in his arms, and the whole space began to collapse, Landusian died, and everything would cease to exist...