Wizard: I crush the legend with my martial arts

The demon sword was smiling happily when it suddenly felt that Alphonse pinched the spine of its sword again.

No matter how stupid it is, it can still understand that Alphonse has bad intentions, not to mention it is not stupid.

He immediately screamed, "What do you want to do?"

"I don't need a weapon that I can't control. If I can't control you, I can only destroy your sword spirit. Even if I don't have intelligence and can't use the magic of the weapon, I still have other abilities than you." You have good intentions!" Alphonse threatened bluntly.

"I can recognize my master!" Demon Sword cried out urgently, "You can become my master, and I will become your loyal servant!"

"What?" Alphonse asked.

"I didn't lie to you just now. If you pour your blood on me, I will make a blood oath to the supreme demon god, and you will become my master!" Demon Sword said quickly.

"How can I be sure that you are not lying? You just wanted to control me!" Alphonse said coldly.

"It's different! If I were facing a weak person who couldn't even resist my mental control, I wouldn't have to make a blood oath. Such a weak person would just become my puppet. But you are different. I can't help it at all. I resist you, the blood oath is bound by the divine power of the demon god Zodimat!" The demon sword said quickly because he was really afraid that Alphonse would directly absorb the origin of its soul.

"I'm not a Dogurulu, can it still be effective?" Alphonse still had doubts.

"That's just a restraint on me." Demon Sword replied gloomily.

Alphonse felt confused, would the oath take effect even if it was made by a foreigner?
Putting it this way, the gods in this different world seem to be quite casual, just like a server. As long as the requests issued can pass the review, they can be satisfied.

Gotta try it.

Let’s talk about it if something unexpected happens.

Alphonse didn't think this magic sword could cause any trouble at all.

Without any further hesitation, he raised his sword and slashed his arm, and blood immediately flowed out.

But it only took a moment, and the cut wound closed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and not much blood flowed out.

It seems that after undergoing the baptism of dragon blood, the body's recovery speed has become much faster.

He had no choice but to pick up the magic sword and rub it on his arm a few times, making its blade stained with some blood.

"How's it going? Is it enough? If not, I'll cut it again."

"." The demon sword was already stunned.

In its desperation, it actually didn't explain its efficacy very clearly. The wounds cut by it are difficult to heal. It will bring a vicious curse and make people bleed. Even if there are medicines or healing magic, as long as the curse is If you don't remove it, it will be useless.

But Alphonse cut with his sword, and the wound closed almost instantly, with no sign of being cursed at all.

"That's enough." Demon Sword replied dully, "Please tell me your full name."

Finally, it was moistened by some blood. Although the amount was small, it was exceptionally pure, which was not bad.

"Alphonse Tartarus." Alphonse had already discovered that the blood had been integrated into the blade of the magic sword, leaving no trace at all.

The magic sword chirped out strange syllables.

Alphonse frowned, "Say something I can understand."

The magic sword stopped, full of helplessness, "This is the blood oath of our Doguru tribe. It cannot be effective without the language of the Doguru tribe!"

"Okay, you continue." Alphonse could only believe it this time.

I really didn't feel anything strange in my body.

He secretly made up his mind, if the demon sword really had ulterior motives, he would immediately destroy its sword spirit. The demon sword recited the oath again.

Its sword suddenly bloomed with layers of rippling black light, sinking into Alphonse's body.

In an instant, the halo suddenly turned into a chain, wrapping around its sword body and then around Alphonse's wrist.

Alphonse thought this was a normal situation, but Demon Sword suddenly screamed, "Why?! Why did the blood oath I made attract the attention of Oshoon, the god of the underworld?"

"Oshoon, God of the Underworld?" Alphonse was a little confused.

It seems that the name of this god has never been heard in the memory of the predecessor, and no common people believe in Hades. There is no church of Hades in the Bastian Kingdom.

"Are you Osho'on's favored one?" Demon Sword asked in shock, "He has given me another layer of restraint!"

"I don't believe in any religion." Alphonse replied matter-of-factly.

"This is impossible! If you are an unbeliever, how could you get the favor of Hades!" Demon Sword muttered to himself in disbelief.

It couldn't understand this question, and Alphonse couldn't understand it even more.

The halo disappeared in an instant, and Alphonse suddenly felt a blood connection with the magic sword.

"Is that all right?"

"Yes! I, Falbankus, am already your humble servant, Master. I will serve you wholeheartedly and kill all your enemies for you!" The Demon Sword showed its loyalty without hesitation, but in its heart it was extremely helpless.

It is a magic sword forged by the demon god Zodi Aich himself.

Vargabu, the King of Turmoil, regarded it as a treasure worthy of his life, but Alphonse's tone actually contained a hint of disgust.

When its power was still at its peak, how could it have been so angry? It had already slashed through it with a spatial slash, but after being sealed for a thousand years and having most of its remaining power sucked away by Alphonse, it no longer had any He gained the strength to use Space Slash.

The dragons cannot destroy it, but Alphonse can destroy its soul.

Its feeling was unmistakable. At that moment, the power of Oshoon, the god of the underworld, had indeed descended.

If it were not the envoy of Hades, how could it possibly harm the origin of its soul.

If the situation is not good, it can only give in.

Being able to survive is better than anything else.

As a sword, there is no point in talking about backbone.

It has long been worn away by time.

The situation that just happened has caused deep doubts in Alphonse's heart.

Why does the blood oath of the demon sword still attract the attention of Hades?
"Is Oshoon, the god of the underworld, the god in charge of death?"

"To be precise, he is the god in charge of shadows and death." Demon Sword muttered unhappily, "A mere second-rate god dares to interfere with the blood oath made to the Demon God!"

Alphonse has already started thinking in his mind. If Hades is in charge of shadows and death, is it because of his favor that the energy of the dead can be condensed into shadow creatures?
"According to you, the demon god of the demon clan is stronger than the god of Hades?"

"Of course!" Demon Sword replied in the affirmative without hesitation.

Alphonse suddenly sneered. The demon sword belonged to the demon camp, and it seemed normal that he would promote the gods he believed in.

Seeing Alphonse laughing, Demon Sword immediately shouted unwillingly, "Don't believe it, Demon God is one of the creator gods! He also participated in the creation of you humans!" (End of Chapter)