The people around obviously also saw Char who suddenly appeared, and they were a little stunned.

"That's my doppelganger." Char said.

The Assassins were stunned, and they looked at Char, who was not far away from the dragon's battle.

Just, just a clone can fight that dragon back and forth?

They had apparently misunderstood something, but in fact, the one on their side was the clone.

"What do you mean by that?" Hei Lang couldn't help but ask.

"I mean, would you be interested in killing this dragon with your own hands?" Char said with interest.

Black Lang turned his head to look at the dragon, feeling the hurricane of the dragon's wings flapping, he swallowed and shook his head.

"I want to, but I'm self-aware, and I'm no different from an ant to it."

"No, you can." Char whispered, "In this era, all the mysteries are weakening, and the power on the Nibelungen Ring is naturally not as good as in the past.

This dragon is actually much worse than the Fafnir in the past. ”

"Have you seen the real Fafnir?" Cage asked from the side.

"I haven't seen it, but I've seen the rest of the dragons." Char said, "A real dragon is not so weak. ”

Char naturally hadn't seen a dragon, but Merlin had seen it, and after inheriting his knowledge, he naturally had this part of his memory.

Cage nodded, but then he smiled wryly, "Even if he's not as good as a real dragon right now, I'm no match for him." ”

Char raised his hand and pointed to the treasure not far away, the place covered by countless vines and plant roots.

Heilang and the Assassins around him looked in the direction he was pointing.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a very fine hilt exposed.

Following the hilt, you can see through the gaps in the roots of the vines, and even after so many years, the sword looks very sharp in such a damp place.

"That's it."

Cage seemed to realize something, and muttered softly.

"Sword in the Tree—Ghulam?"

Ghulam is Siegfried's sword.

Legend has it that Siegfried's father, Sigmund's sister, Sigmomt, broke into a stranger at her wedding reception.

Disguised as a beggar, Odin plunged a sword into the living tree Barnstokk and said, "Whoever pulls this sword out of the trunk will receive this gift, and he will find that he has never held a better sword than this." ”

Everyone failed, and it was Sigmund who drew the sword. Sigomund's husband, Siegel, was jealous of this and wanted to buy Sigmund for three times the weight of the sword, but Sigmund refused and humiliated him.

After a series of events, Sigmund was dissatisfied with Frigga due to incest with his sister Sigourney, and instructed Odin to smash the sword.

Odin took the form of a man and shattered his sword in a battle, indirectly causing Sigmund's death.

He had the Valkyries bring their souls into Valhalla.

Before his death, Sigmund predicted to his wife that his son Siegfried would reforge the sword again.

Later, Siegfried, who had been raised by the dwarves, succeeded in reforging Ghulam with the help of his adoptive father, and used the sword to slay the evil dragon Fafnir.

"After Siegfried was killed by Hagen, his treasure was taken by Hagen, including the sword.

Like this treasure, it is buried here for a long time. ”

Char's eyes flashed with implication, "It originally had the sharpness to break through the dragon scales, and it was a rare sword.

And after actually killing the dragon, it will do more damage to the dragon species.

Pull out that sword, and you have the capital to kill that dragon.

What do you think?

Interested in becoming a dragon slayer?

Becoming a dragon slayer in such an era of the end of the law will surely become a legend of this era. ”

There was an inexplicable allure in Char's words.

In other words, in the West, just the word dragon slayer has a great attraction for anyone with a heroic plot in this era.

However, Heilang's face did not change at this.

He took a deep breath and said, "Since I chose to become an assassin incognito, I don't care about the so-called reputation anymore.

All I care about is the rest. ”

There was a twinkle in his eyes.

"Mentor, what you just said, is it true?

About those crimes of him. ”

"I rarely lie." Char said.

"I see."

Hei Lang looked not far away, his eyes becoming more and more determined.

He looked at Gulam not far away, suddenly, his shoulders were lowered, and he started to eject, and the whole person rushed towards Gulam at an astonishing speed.

Zara, who was fighting Char, was obviously not going to ignore the situation.

His gaze followed the direction where Hei Lang was running, and he soon discovered the presence of Ghulam.

He searched for the treasures of the Nibelungen for so many years, and went through almost all versions of the legend of the Nibelungen Song.

And how could you not know what the mysterious sword that appeared in this treasure was.

A strong killing intent appeared in his eyes in an instant.

He flapped his dragon wings and quickly departed from the battlefield, rushing towards Heilang like a cannonball, and the hurricane raged wildly through the space.

The dragon's body came behind Heilang almost in the blink of an eye.

The dragon claw, which was huge enough to easily split Hei Lang in two, was only a few meters away from Hei Lang!

But just as he was about to touch Hei Lang, his body froze as if it was being controlled by something.

At this moment, Heilang's hand touched the hilt of the sword.

At that moment, the hilt of the sword burst into brilliance, and the heavens and the earth changed.

He felt like he had entered a strange place.

It was the depths of an unknown forest, surrounded by centuries-old trees, tall and thick, lush, and full of birds and beasts.

In front of him, a huge dragon attracted special attention, very similar to the dragon that Zara had become, but it was more than ten times larger.

But at this moment, the dragon has completely lost its life.

A large knife had been cut open in his chest, and blood was pouring out of it.

But just such a corpse made Hei Lang feel more terrifying than the dragon that Zara had transformed.

The faint dragon power emanating from its body made his nerves tense slightly, his cold hairs stood on end, and almost all the organs of his body warned him that danger was imminent.

It's an instinctive fear of the lower part of the food chain for the higher.

It was hard for him to imagine what kind of being could kill such a dragon.

In front of the dragon, there was a man with a naked upper body, bathed in the blood of the dragon, and holding a huge sword in his right hand.

The hilt of that sword, Hei Lang had seen, was the dragon-slaying sword in the treasure house, Gulam.

Hei Lang seemed to realize who the man in front of him really was, and his eyes widened slightly.

"I really didn't expect that after so many years, I would see the descendants of the deceased."

He turned his back to Hei Lang and spoke slowly.

"Tell me, young man, what is your reason for drawing your sword?"

"Reason for drawing the sword?" Hei Lang frowned slightly.

"That's why you're fighting for." He said.

"I'm going to kill a man, or rather, a dragon, and he used the power of Anderdo Ratnott's Ring to turn into a dragon that looks like the one you killed." Heilang replied without hesitation.

But to Heilang's astonishment, the man shook his head.

"That's not your reason to fight."

"Isn't it?" Heilang was a little confused.

"You're trying to kill him, but why are you killing him?

Have you ever thought about this?

You can't pull out Ghulam without a reason to draw your sword. ”

Hei Lang just opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the words stopped when he reached his mouth.

He fell into a long silence.

"Is it hard to answer?" That's humane.

"I originally wanted to answer you, for revenge.

He was the driving force behind my family's execution on trumped-up charges by the local nobles.

But I can't say that. ”

Hei Lang lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"My hatred was actually half gone by the time the Hidden Blade pierced the nobleman's chest.

Although he was the instigator, I knew that with or without them they were all the same.

The Marquis of Oss has long coveted my family's factory, and it is only a matter of time before he does something against us. ”

After a pause, he took a deep breath and said.

"I have a daughter who is over seven years old, but she is not biological.

Her mother was falsely accused of being a witch and was tied to a wooden frame and burned at the stake.

Do you know about burning at the stake?

It should be one of the most cruel criminal laws in the world.

Human skin is not flammable, so people who are roasted by fire will not die immediately, but will only be slowly heated by high temperatures, and finally reach a certain zero point naturally.

In this process, people's consciousness is extremely clear, and they can only keep wailing and struggling in pain.

Until the flames consume their pain, their resentment, their meager and small lives"

Hei Lang shuddered and took a deep breath.

However, she was not the only one who was falsely accused of being a witch.

They didn't do anything wrong at all, and there were even some people who were very kind and always helped those in need.

But it is these people who have become the outlet for the ignorant people, the excuse for the shameless careerists.

They were inexplicably burned at the stake and tortured in ways they shouldn't have suffered.

And the person I'm going to kill is one of the driving forces behind this.

But that's not a reason for me to fight.

Or rather, not the main reason.

I know that the beginning of a war never begins by the will of a man.

The same is true of this wave of hunting for shrine maidens.

The torrent of human history is like a turbulent river, flowing endlessly, and a person's will is like a wave on a river compared to the will of human beings, which cannot change anything.

He was one of the promoters, but never the only one.

I'm going to kill people, not just him.

I'm going to kill."

Hei Lang looked up, his eyes lit up.

"It's this era."

(End of chapter)