Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 269 The Mage Assassin

"This is……!?"

Friedrich could no longer remain calm and cried out in shock.

With his experience and strength, he could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in this sword, far exceeding that of ordinary magical weapons. He even vaguely sensed a trace of something akin to the laws of nature within it.

This is something that no ordinary craftsmanship could create!

Seeing his teacher's shocked expression, the emperor's face showed even more pride and satisfaction.

He walked to the stone platform and stared at the holy sword in the box with almost obsessive fascination, as if admiring a perfect work of art.

"Teacher, how does it feel?" he said loudly, his voice echoing in the secret chamber. "This is the Imperial Holy Sword that I, the emperor, commissioned those arrogant dwarf masters to forge for me, using the resources of the empire accumulated over several years!"

He reached out, seemingly wanting to touch the sword, but restrained himself and withdrew his hand just before his fingertips touched it.

"Legged, just how much did you give them?"

Friedrich dared not think about it.

How much reward would Leggett have to offer to get the dwarves to forge such a holy sword?

“A mere price to pay,” Leggett scoffed, as if discussing a trivial matter. “Countless treasures? Mountains of rare ores? Those are insignificant!”
What truly pains me is the permanent allocation of the empire's two largest rare mineral deposits to those ugly dwarfs!

He spoke with a hint of gritted teeth at the end, but then his tone changed and became excited again: "But judging from the results, they are still trustworthy!"

Not only did they use the finest materials accumulated by the dwarves over thousands of years, but they also invited several fossil-level masters who had long since retired from worldly affairs to join forces. They even incorporated materials left behind from the forging of the holy sword Org.

Finally… finally, this legendary holy sword, no less powerful than the Light of El in the Land of El, has been forged for me!

He proudly introduced it to Friedrich, as if showing off his most prized work.

"Teacher, look, the main body of this sword is based on Eternal Ore, with a large amount of Star Silver and Mithril incorporated into it."

These two materials are extremely rare, and their refining methods are a closely guarded secret among the dwarves.

The gem at the center of the sword hilt was no ordinary object; it was a complete, highly concentrated magic ore, containing enough energy to support the casting of a teleportation spell.

“More importantly,” Leggett’s eyes gleamed with fervor, “the forging process not only employed the refining techniques of Som, one of the greatest kings in dwarven history, to remove the last trace of impurity from the materials.”

Furthermore, it referenced the manuscripts and notes left behind by Master Durol, who forged the Light of Elsword, giving it the ability to contain magical power.

“It can be said that,” Leggett’s voice was resolute and full of unquestionable confidence, “that this sword has reached the limit of what current world forging techniques can imagine!”

It is comparable to those legendary holy swords, and even the dwarves would not be able to replicate a second legendary masterpiece within a thousand years.

This is my strongest reliance for achieving future unification and hegemony!

As Friedrich listened to the emperor's account and gazed at the holy sword that exuded awe-inspiring power, his heart was already filled with turbulent emotions.

He never imagined that the emperor was secretly carrying out such a shocking plan.

Forge your own holy sword!
This scale and ambition far exceeded his imagination.

He carefully sensed the aura of the holy sword and had to admit to himself that it was indeed a divine artifact possessing terrifying power. The level of energy it contained and the power of its laws, capable of severing all defenses, were something no mage could resist.

After a long silence, Friedrich asked the most crucial question: "Your Majesty, though the Holy Sword is powerful, it ultimately needs someone to wield it. To whom do you intend to entrust such a divine weapon?"

This is the core.

A holy sword that no one drives, no matter how powerful, is just a magnificent decoration, like the Light of Elsword, forever relegated to a shelf.

Emperor Leggett seemed to have anticipated his teacher's question, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

"Rest assured, teacher, I already have the candidate in mind. However..." He changed the subject, took out a scroll from his robes, and handed it to Friedrich.

"Just as the Holy Sword needs to be forged through countless trials, those who can wield this Holy Sword must also undergo the most rigorous selection process."

The one hundred people on this list are candidates with exceptional talents, carefully selected by me from countless elites within the empire.

Friedrich took the scroll and unrolled it.

The document contains a dense record of one hundred names, along with brief information and talents.

With just a cursory glance, Friedrich felt a chill run down his spine; it turned out that everyone here possessed magical abilities.

Coupled with the trace of law power within this holy sword that can sever everything, His Majesty's thoughts are already crystal clear.

He wants to cultivate an entity specifically designed to target mages.

That is, a magician assassin!
Looking at his teacher's expression, Leggett continued, his tone turning icy: "These people are not only exceptionally talented, but more importantly, each of them has an irreplaceable weakness that is firmly held in the hands of the Empire."

Whether they are my closest relatives or my dearest loved ones, I am not worried about their loyalty.

Of course, I need a backup plan in case these people betray me, so I will need your help then.

“And when they are equipped with the Holy Sword,” a bloodthirsty glint flashed in Leggett’s eyes, “the Holy Sword’s ability to tear apart any magical shield and destroy most magical artifacts, combined with their own strength…”

They will become the empire's sharpest blade, enough to kill anything that stands in its way.

Leggett looked north, towards the direction of the Land of El, and seemed to have already spotted the figure of Seria.

"Even the elven saint Seria, even if she used the highest-level magic shield, could not withstand the attack of the holy sword."

Friedrich listened to the emperor's cold words and looked at the names on the list, but said nothing.

He paused for a moment, then asked one last question:
"Your Majesty, there are one hundred people on the list. But there is only one Holy Sword."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Leggett showed no sign of distress; instead, a cold, almost indifferent smile appeared on his face.

"Therefore, they still need to conduct a final round of selection." His voice was casual, yet carried a chilling meaning. "These one hundred candidates will be thrown into a specific battlefield. There are no rules, no allies, only killing. The one who survives will be the true master of the Holy Sword."

"Only the strongest are worthy to wield the Holy Sword. Go and take the head of that elven saint for me."

(End of this chapter)