Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

The black mist and smoke swirled rapidly, like a whale sucking in water, and were instantly drawn into the magic circle.

The tremors in the cave subsided instantly.

Still darkness, still deathly silence.

But Alphonse felt a strong sense of resentment, extreme anger, and frustration.

The call that resounded in my spiritual senses grew ever clearer.

It seems to be saying, "We can talk."

Once the sword was inserted back into the magic circle, it was perfectly sealed inside, and no clear words could be transmitted.

It seems that being able to issue this summons is already the limit of this sword.

Alphonse also noticed something: the power contained in this sealed sword seemed to be somewhat similar to necromantic energy.

It couldn't be absorbed; the magic circle had completely sealed it off.

Alphonse doesn't use a sword, but if he can absorb the death energy from a sword...

That's a different story!

However, Alphonse still had some doubts. This sword should be like the sword spirit described in fantasy novels.

Queen Junon's divine sword, Aruhasat, has never spoken.

To seal it, a powerful dragon is needed to guard this sealed place in the cave.

If we let it out, will it be difficult to handle?

After thinking it over, I realized that since I had already killed the dragon, why should I be afraid of this sword?

With a reach, Alphonse grasped the hilt of the sword again.

This aura is really similar to the aura of death!

But it was completely blocked and could not be extracted at all.

Slowly, he pulled the sword out a bit.

Black smoke billowed out again, filling the surroundings.

"You lowly ant! Do you even know who you're facing?! I am the sword of Vargab, the King of Chaos! I am the supreme demonic sword, Falbencus!"

"Speak like a human!" Alphonse interrupted it rudely. "Otherwise, I'll seal you away!"

Alphonse had never heard of the name mentioned in the sword, so he didn't care about it.

"Hmph! You think you can just seal me back in so easily now that you've already pulled me out? You underestimate me! I can break free of this seal on my own."

puff!

Alphonse decisively pressed the hilt of his sword back down.

The sword's jaws struck the rocky ground with a crisp "clang".

Then the smoke was drawn back in, and everything became quiet again.

Alphonse chuckled. "You're clearly not going to break through, are you? What are you talking about?"

There was no answer, but the calling in my spiritual perception grew ever more fervent.

"You should be able to hear me. Be smart and speak properly. Explain what benefits you can bring me, and I'll let you out," Alphonse said calmly.

After saying that, Alphonse slowly pulled the sword out a little further.

The black fog reappeared.

The voice was now filled with rage, "You ant! How dare you flirt with me! I was careless just now, but this time, I absolutely won't!"

Alphonse interrupted him again, "Do you want to be pushed back in again?"

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The shouting stopped abruptly.

An awkward silence followed.

After a long while, the demonic sword spirit finally spoke in a muffled voice, "Offer me your blood, and I can grant you immense power, freeing you from all the fates you were once powerless to resist!"

"So, it means we have to bind our bodies with blood?" Alphonse asked curiously.

"To gain power, you must pay a heavy price! You must pour your blood upon me! I need half of your blood!"

It's not enough to just drop a drop of blood!

Alphonse was really not interested.

They themselves don't use swords, but what they covet is the almost necromantic power contained within this sword.

The power of the magic circle's seal was extremely strong; even after pulling out half of the sword, it still couldn't absorb even a tiny bit of it.

It seems the only solution is to completely pull out this demonic sword.

Alphonse was prepared, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and exerted a sudden burst of strength.

The resistance grew stronger, but it couldn't stop Alphonse from pulling the magic sword out of the magic circle.

The moment the sword tip left the magic circle on the rocky ground, the sword spirit let out a maniacal laugh, "Over a thousand years! Over a thousand years! This great one is finally free!"

An endless black current of energy swirled and spread out, drifting and ethereal, seemingly both real and unreal.

Instantly, Alphonse felt his mind and spirit shaken.

However, this triggered a violent reaction in the body's internal energy, causing it to surge.

I knew it wouldn't be that simple!

"You foolish, lowly ants, offer your blood for my resurrection!"

With the roar of the demonic sword spirit, the black clouds in the sky condensed into countless tentacles, which pierced into Alphonse's arm.

In an instant, blood was drawn out, and the black mist turned into blood mist, becoming the link connecting Alphonse to the blade of the demonic sword.

Alphonse thought his skin was tough enough after being baptized by dragon blood, but he didn't expect that the black mist tentacles could pierce through it with a single touch.

However, aside from being caught off guard at first, the true energy surging and erupting from the Innate Formless Divine Skill had already stopped the blood from flowing out and even engaged in a tug-of-war with the black mist, drawing back the blood that had been drawn out.

The sword spirit that called itself the Demon Sword Falbancus was indeed treacherous. Once freed, it attacked its benefactor with two attacks, not only affecting his mind but also actively absorbing his blood.

Alphonse was certain that even if he could gain power from the Demon Sword, his fate would not be good; he would most likely become the Demon Sword's puppet.

However, the magic sword had broken free of the magic circle, and the entire sword was exposed to the outside, so the method of absorbing the necromantic energy was now working.

Alphonse gripped the sword with one hand, and together with the hand holding the hilt, began rapidly drawing the death energy from the demonic sword.

The black mist, which was still locked in a stalemate with the true energy, was instantly drawn in by the powerful suction and poured into Alphonse's arm.

"What are you doing?!"

The demonic sword spirit shrieked in terror; before it could even be soaked in blood, its power was absorbed instead.

The thick black smoke, like swallows returning to their nests, entered Alphonse's hands.

In just a few breaths, the spirit of the demonic sword weakened at an alarming rate, and its once vigorous voice became lifeless, as if it were about to ascend to heaven at any moment.

His attitude changed drastically in an instant, and he pleaded desperately, "Please! Spare me! Save me! I don't want to disappear! I can still help you!"

Alphonse inhaled for a while longer, and could now deeply sense the weakening of the demonic sword spirit. Its voice had become as faint as a mosquito's buzz, and the death energy it was drawing had changed from a raging torrent to a trickle. Only then did he stop absorbing it.

It still has its uses.

At least, we can figure out from it what kind of place this cave is.

Why was it sealed here?

It's already fish on the chopping board.

All the questions can be answered before we deal with them. (End of Chapter)