In the city of Sword Keep, Diana's battle with the Dollmaster is drawing to a close. 【For more exciting novels, please visit】Although the girl's sword is sharp, after all, she has not really advanced to gold, and on the one hand, she has to suppress the toxins in her body, and on the other hand, she has to control the scale of the battle so as not to affect the civilians in the city. Under the constraints of multiple factors, the girl's physical strength was quickly exhausted, and her combat effectiveness plummeted.

Diana was powerless to fight again, and the puppeteer didn't get much of a favor. As an old gold-rank powerhouse, his strength and sharpness are long gone, and he relies on nothing more than rich combat experience. The battle between the golden powerhouses is based on rules, and the reason why those who are given the name of Sword Masters are unique is precisely that the swords in their hands can break all rules unreasonably. Even if she is a girl who has not yet inherited the name of the Sword Master, the edge she shows when she goes all out can also give a headache to the powerhouses of the Golden Rank.

Hovering above the castle, the tornado that connected the sky and the earth suddenly poured out in all directions like a flood that opened the floodgates. Fierce winds howled violently along the streets, and the surrounding city buildings disintegrated under the strong wind pressure. Although it is not known which side cannot control the leakage of power, it is at least foreseeable that this battle will come to an end for the time being.

The dirt, sand and gravel carried into the air by the tornado rushed in all directions with the strong wind, and two figures emerged from the sandstorm one after the other. The sword light carrying the girl's figure flickered a few times in mid-air, and she fell headlong into the distant dwelling.

The puppeteer who escaped from the other direction looked even more embarrassed than before, his body almost shattered, his body wrapped in dense puppet threads, metal parts of unknown purpose, and occasionally a few sparks. The weapon in his hand was still the crutch sword, but the blade had turned into a spiral shape like a screw, and when others looked at it, they could see that the sword seemed to be slowly spinning, and even the space around it was distorted.

"It's over...... It's a loss this time. How can such a big deficit be filled?" the puppeteer looked at his broken body, and the tangle on his face became more and more serious. His face changed even more when he noticed the abnormality of his weapon, and he screamed and slapped his crutch desperately, until the sword stopped spinning and returned to its original state.

"Damn, this damn girl is really strong and perverted, she can actually force out the real name of the spiral sword, if it weren't for the fact that my old dog still has a few teeth, I'm afraid I would really be planted here today. The puppeteer looked at his weapon with trepidation, and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he made sure it was back to normal.

"I can't fight anymore, and if I fight any longer, I won't be able to pay off my debts by selling myself for the rest of my life. The puppeteer muttered to himself, stretched out his hands, and opened his palms to the ruins on either side, and pieces of metal of various sizes burst out of the ruins, forming a circle around him.

A wild sandstorm swept through almost all the streets of Sword Keep, large and small, except for the Sword Tomb. The towering greatsword became a natural haven, and even the area below the greatsword was spared from a single storm.

On the empty white stone path, the space suddenly twisted up in a very abnormal way, and after a violent fluctuation, a crack was torn open. A burly, muscular figure burst out of the crack in a hungry tiger pounce and slammed something in his hand to the ground.

The white rock, which was several times harder than granite, shattered under the blow, and the burly and muscular figure maintained this position for a full second, and then the skin of his body suddenly began to crack, and a faint light smoke came out like charcoal scorched by fire.

El's body shrank at a rate visible to the naked eye, gradually returning to his original standards. The velociraptor leather armor worn on him was almost completely torn, but this time it was not directly scrapped. The unruly phantom of the Feathered Velociraptor opened its bloody jaws behind El, let out a silent roar, and then turned and sank into El's body. The full set of velociraptor armor remaining on his body had long been soaked in blood, and at this moment, it suddenly emitted a strange blood light. After the blood light disappeared, all the dragon skin armor dried up and fell off, but the patterns of dragon scales remained on El's body. At this moment, he looked like a living humanoid velociraptor dragon.

"It's amazing how much of a change this can happen. I don't think I got so much benefit when I took this path......" Cyprian said a weak voice from under El's hand, and there seemed to be a little envy in his tone.

"What is this place?" El ignored Cyprius' emotion, and looked around a little puzzled. Although the steps paved with white rocks are still under your feet, and it still looks like a white stone path, the illusion around you seems to be a little unfamiliar. Before he was pulled into the illusion, he remembered the path he had taken, and the white stone path at that time was constantly rising, but still hovering close to the Sword Tomb. Now all around him was blank, completely disoriented, and he couldn't see the obvious signs like the Sword Tomb.

"This is the end of the White Rock Trail, fool. Now that you have stepped into the Silver Secret Realm, this path will naturally lose its meaning to you, so ...... You can let me go now, right?" said Cyprus, gritting his teeth.

"I'm sorry, I was a little excited, and I almost forgot about it. El twisted his neck and moved his muscles, and said without the slightest embarrassment in his tone. Suddenly returning from a perfect state to one's original state is like being shackled around your neck again, and of course that feeling is not very comfortable. Fortunately, after awakening two runes in a row, successfully establishing a rune cycle, and entering the Silver Secret Realm, El could feel that his body was undergoing tremendous changes. He had a hunch that when the change was complete, the shackles would disappear with it.

In short, the so-called perfect state in the illusion realm was actually the strength he had when he really entered the silver rank.

As a different race, the landwalker seems to have its own unique rules in terms of advancement, so Xiao Langa has not been promoted, but has returned to his normal form. However, she was not completely unbenefited, the secret sword gem that took her time to digest did not degenerate, and remained on her forehead.

Little Langa herself didn't care much about this change, as a landwalker royal family, she was born with the most noble bloodline, and she didn't need to look around for opportunities to hone like El. As long as she doesn't die, she will continue to grow in the war. After seeing the enemies around her disappear, she snorted twice in disappointment, rolled up her wings and skilfully burrowed into El's arms, quickly shrinking into a ball.

El raised his hand and looked into his palm. In his hand, he clutched a red-white translucent flame, which was the essence of Cyprus hidden in the illusion, and although the two new runes he activated were soul abilities, his intuition told him that the mass of matter in front of him should not be a real soul.

"Of course it's not my soul, how much water do I have to put in my brain to leave my soul fragments in a place where this bird doesn't. Cyprus's voice floated out of the flames, and there was a bit of helplessness in his tone: "If you want to say that the curious person should be me, what kind of ability did you awaken to be able to forcibly strip out the projection I left here?"

"Runes - dreams, abilities are what drive the soul...... I thought it would come back from the dead, but I was a little too greedy, but I didn't expect it to have an effect on you. Feeling the power of the nascent rune, El said with some uncertainty.

In a sense, it is also a way to resurrect the dead, and it is said that ancient troll witch doctors can use this kind of witchcraft to confine the soul of the deceased in the corpse and turn it into a resurrected corpse...... Aren't you satisfied with such perverted abilities?" said Cyprus angrily.

"Resurrect the corpse, do you still need a corpse, your own corpse?" Hearing Cyprus's words, El couldn't help but light up and hurriedly asked.

"How do I know? I'm just a projection! It's just a story I've heard by chance in my life. "If you want to find out, you'll have to go to the National Library or find a historian, but don't get your hopes up," said Cyprus reluctantly...... Now the question is, what do you want to do with me?"

"If it weren't for you, we would have sat down and had a cup of tea and had a good chat. El pursed his lips and said with some embarrassment: "I'm also very entangled in this now, otherwise I will find a way to send you back?"

"No, no, no, why go back when they're all out?" Cypriot's tone changed, and he said quickly, "Look around you, there's nothing left in this hellish place where birds don't." In the past few years, there have been fewer and fewer guests, and the children of the Beifeng family are not as good as the next generation, so why should I stay there and wait for death? General Er, I see that you are young and promising, and you are destined to be an extraordinary character, if you go out with you, it will be much more interesting than here anyway, right?"

"Can you leave with me?" El was a little happy to hear this, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help frowning and said, "But I still can't fully understand the abilities of these two new runes, and I can't guarantee that I can maintain your current state." ”

"Poor boy, you take yourself too seriously. Cyprus chuckled, and the red-white flames shook violently, breaking free of El's palm and levitating in mid-air.

"Have you forgotten something...... How can I say that I once inherited the title of Sword Master, even if it is just a projection now, it will not make a little ghost like you look down. ”

The flames of Cyprus circled around El twice, stopping for a moment beside the wind mark around his waist, sighing a little regretfully, and turning into the bow arm of the dragon's tooth behind El.

"Let's go, boy!" Cyprian said excitedly, "Take me to see what the Sword Castle has been ruined by those bear children!"

Source of the novel: Ran Library

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