I loaded the dream game

He was not aware of falling, but he found that the night sky was getting farther and farther away from him, and he felt the solid ground on his back, as if the earth was standing upright behind him.

"Can you lend me your sword?"

The young man's voice came to his ears slowly. It was only then that he noticed that the holy sword he had been holding tightly had appeared in the other person's hand.

But unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to snatch it back.

I see……

In the last moment before his consciousness sank into darkness, the middle-aged man had one last thought in his mind:

...You should have said it earlier.

Chapter 48: The Chirping of Summer Insects

[Holy Sword: Hestoria]

The moment Xia Zhi held the slender holy sword in his hand, the name and purpose of the holy sword naturally emerged in his mind.

"Can it store the user's memories..."

It doesn't seem to be of much help in combat.

Xia Zhi glanced at the game task bar and found that the progress of collecting the holy sword was still 0, which meant that this sword was just an ordinary holy sword, not one of the five ancient holy swords.

In theory, even if the special ability is not used, the holy sword can give the holder strength. But unfortunately, the holy sword relies on the holder to use magic resonance to work, and Xia Zhi has no magic, so naturally he can't use it normally.

But it doesn’t matter, Xia Zhi doesn’t really need the blessing brought by the holy sword.

"By the way, you guys are really dedicated." Holding the holy sword in his hand, he walked to the young quasi-hero who had his back to him and was concentrating on watching the battle between two people not far away, and said with emotion:

"You're still working overtime so late, do you get overtime pay?"

"……Eh?"

The young quasi-hero showed a surprised expression on his face at the young man's voice that suddenly appeared in his ears. He obviously didn't expect that Xia Zhi could overcome the obstruction of the middle-aged man and come here.

Soon, he noticed the slender holy sword in Xia Zhi's hand.

"Hestolia...why is it in your hands? Where's Hudson?"

"You mean your companion?"

Xia Zhi turned around and glanced at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, hesitating for a moment and said, "Maybe... he's dead?"

"Shh-!"

Before he could finish his words, a silver-white sword light cut through the darkness and attacked his throat.

"when--!"

A crisp sound of metal collision was heard, and the attacking sword light was blocked by Hestoria's slender sword. Xia Zhi looked at the young quasi-hero whose eyes were full of vigilance and hostility. Just as he was about to say something, he saw that the silver-white holy sword that he was holding suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.

next moment--

"boom--!!!"

The devastating explosion engulfed everything around it. The young would-be hero narrowly avoided the range of the blast and looked at the rising and surging white flames, feeling a little relieved.

However, the next moment, a violent storm composed of countless sword beams suddenly appeared, tearing the flame into pieces and blowing it away. The scorching air waves spread out, forcing the young quasi-hero to step back half a step.

"How can it be!?"

Before he could express his inner horror, he saw a dazzling sword light coming towards him. He subconsciously raised the holy sword in his hand and blocked it between the sword light and himself.

"Qiang——!"

In the darkness, there was a fleeting spark.

Blocked!

The young would-be hero breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, with the crisp sound of insects piercing the darkness, another sword light had already slashed across his throat before he could react.

"Why……"

His strength continued to drain away along with his blood. The moment he fell to the ground, the young would-be hero was filled with doubts.

Obviously, it has been blocked...

……

Xia Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand that was still dripping with blood.

The second sword, the sound of insects.

Different from the Shang sword that emphasizes killing with one strike, the sword intent of this sword is divided into two swords, one real and one virtual, which can hit different parts of the same person, or two different people respectively.

As long as you adjust the sword speed appropriately, you can convert the fake moves into real moves at any time.

Therefore, it is to lure the enemy into killing.

Shaking off the blood on the sword, Xia Zhi walked forward and picked up the silver-white sword held tightly in the hand of the young quasi-hero.

[Holy Sword: Lapidushibis]

"It can keep the wielder's mental state at its best..."

Xia Zhi recited the power of the holy sword that appeared in his mind.

"I see. Is that why you dare to attack the fallen demons here without any fear?"

The fighting power of the Fallen Ghost Clan is not that strong, but their pupil power cannot be underestimated. If you are accidentally hit during a battle, things will become very troublesome.

But unfortunately, in front of this holy sword that can resist all mental attacks, pupil power is useless.

"It looks like he came prepared."

Xia Zhi raised his head and looked at another battlefield not far away.

The two people who were fighting didn't seem to notice what was happening here. They were still waving their swords. The dense sound of metal collisions was endless, and the collision between swords splashed countless flames.

Judging from the situation, the petite Lilia seemed to have been at a disadvantage, but Xia Zhi could see that the girl's sword moves were reserved, as if she was worried about something.

It was this reservation that made it difficult for her to unleash the full power of her six swords, and she could only keep swinging her swords to fend off the opponent's attacks.

However, soon, as the location where the two were fighting moved closer to the center of the village, the hesitation in Lilia's eyes gradually turned into determination, as if she had made some decision in her heart.

While the man was retracting his attack, the girl bit her lip, seized the opportunity, and stabbed out with her sword without reservation...

Chapter 49: The Girl Begins to Hate Death

The battle was over the moment the girl made up her mind.

There are two types of fighting methods in this world.

One fighting style is to display strength outwardly, being strong and domineering. Both the momentum and intimidation are very shocking. While intimidating the enemy, it can also demonstrate one's own strength.

The other fighting method seemed very gentle. It would not cause any damage to the surrounding environment, nor would it waste its strength in useless places. It would only exert its destructive power on the enemy's body.

What Xia Zhi taught Lilia was the latter.

The sword of sorrow was wielded without reservation. The moment the sword was drawn, the outcome was already determined.

Although Lilia won the final victory, she didn't seem to be in a particularly good mood.

Xia Zhi ignored the task completion prompt that popped up in front of him, turned around and picked up Eluke who was waiting obediently there, and brought her to Lilia who was kneeling among the ruins.

Hearing the noise coming from beside her, Lilia slowly raised her head. After seeing Xia Zhi's figure, her lifeless eyes finally regained focus.

"Master..."

"What's wrong?" Xia Zhi glanced at the wound on the man's chest. It was fatal, but not killed by one sword. That means he must have struggled for a while before dying.

"This person is a quasi-hero." Lilia's voice was a little dry.

"Ok, I know."

Xia Zhi walked forward and picked up the crimson sword in the man's hand.

Unlike other holy swords he had seen, the design style of this sword seemed to be more bloody and violent. The dragon-wing-shaped decoration on the red hilt made it look not like a holy sword, but more like a legendary magic sword.

"He is fighting for humanity. People like him may one day be recognized by the church and become regular heroes, becoming the last hope of humanity."

“It seems that there is such a saying.”

As Xia Zhi spoke, he read the information that emerged in his mind.

[Holy Sword: Bulgarrio]

"As long as the 'enemy' is locked, the attack will continue until the 'enemy' is completely destroyed..."

So that's why you're not worried at all that these fallen ghosts will escape?

Xia Zhi thought to himself.

However, hunting down fugitives is obviously not the real purpose of this sword. From the perspective of its capabilities alone, it seems to be designed and created entirely for anti-legion warfare.

In other words, this is a weapon specifically designed to deal with large-scale wars between humans.

"But... I killed him." Lilia looked a little depressed: "Kill this person who was fighting for humanity."

Xia Zhi put away the holy sword, thought for a moment and said, "I killed two."

Lilia: “…”

Is this something worth comparing?

The atmosphere was disrupted by the young man, and her mood became less depressed.

"Is Mafuyu-sensei not injured?"

Xia Zhi then asked.

Lilia shook her head. "It's dangerous here, so I didn't let her come with me. She seemed a little worried, but in the end she didn't say much."

After all, he is an adult, and he knows how to weigh the pros and cons of things. He knows very well what is the right thing to do and what can be done to avoid causing trouble to others.

Xia Zhi sighed in his heart.

"But..." Lilia's tone became a little hesitant.

Xia Zhi: “But?”

"It seems that Amysa's father was among those who died or were injured just now." Lilia replied after hesitating for a moment.

"...That's it."

Xia Zhi sighed and shifted his gaze to the side, to the lifeless body of the quasi-hero.

Death is really a common thing in this world.

He thought to himself.

……

The next morning, a memorial service was held in the village.

At the funeral, Amysha did not cry, but just watched silently as her father's body was put into the coffin and buried in the ground.

But she was just an exception. Most of the people who lost their loved ones in this disaster were sobbing, whimpering, or just crying out loud.

Looking at the sad scene in front of him, Eluko stood there and thought for a moment, then pulled the corner of Kirisu Mafuyu's clothes and asked, "Teacher Mafuyu, are they dead?"

Kirisu Madoka was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips, bent down and gently stroked the girl's head and said softly: "Yes, they are dead."

"Will he never come back to life?" Ai Luke was a little curious.

"It's impossible for the dead to come back to life." Kirisu Madoka thought it was just the innocent words of a child and patiently explained, "They have left us forever."

"Leave forever..." Ai Lu Ke stared blankly at the funeral scene in the distance.

In the past, her world was very small, and she was surrounded only by the earth gods who took care of her.

But whether it is herself as a star god, or Kama and others as earth gods, they are all immortal, so she has never thought that the people around her will leave her one day and they will never meet again.

She used to have no special feelings about death, but after gradually understanding the meaning of death, she suddenly began to dislike these two words.

"Can you not die?" Ai Lu Ke raised his head and asked with a hint of expectation.