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Chapter 78 The New Holy Sword

Sigh, has word already spread that I've revealed my soul?

Pharos was on the verge of tears. He had just been rejected by the Magic University's admissions office in the morning, and now he was going to receive a condolence message from the church in the afternoon.

It's like being hit and crippled on your way to work, but the car that hit you was a Maybach, and the driver threw a card at you.

By this time, Pharos was no longer sleepy. Excitedly, he got out of bed and said, "May I open it and take a look?"

He really needs a new holy sword. Although "Raven" is good, with both damage and functionality, the price is too high. Although... Pharos doesn't know what price he paid yet.

In terms of sheer suffering, the price is indeed too high.

Moreover, Pharos's intuition from the "spirit" reminded him that the cost was not just that simple.

"Go ahead," Leon said.

Immediately, Pharos pulled the switch, making a soft "click" sound.

Carefully open the black box.

The box was very heavy; when lifted, its weight was like that of a weight plate used for exercise.

As the box was fully opened, three weapons came into view.

These weapons radiate spiritual power and constantly resonate with the elements in the air; without a doubt, they are holy swords.

The three items are: a crimson dagger, a green recurve bow, and a bright silver longsword that looks somewhat familiar.

"What is this?" Pharos took a deep breath, his heart pounding wildly.

It was as if I could see my beloved girl finally taking off her pajamas.

Wiener introduced them one by one:

"This red dagger was crafted from the tail and core of the Crimson Crystal Scorpion, a B-rank magical beast located in the Crystal Forest. Its holy sword skill can condense a crystal bomb in the air. After the bomb explodes, it will produce a large amount of acid. However, if... the user is hit by it, they will also be affected by the acid. The acid's effect is to cause the victim to fester, similar to sulfuric acid..."

"A good tool indeed! To avoid using it for fear of being accidentally injured by the acid is a sign of weakness..." Pharos's eyes flickered slightly: "Then what's the price?"

Wiener seemed hesitant to speak, and after a couple of seconds of hesitation, he said:

"It comes without a cost, but... this bomb oxidizes extremely easily, explodes after three to four seconds of contact with air, and has a large blast radius, making it very easy to accidentally injure its owner. Its previous owner and the owner before that... both died this way..."

"Heh... Is this the price? Let's look at the next one."

Pharos was covered in cold sweat, and involuntarily cursed to himself: This isn't some holy sword, it's a death knell! This Leon is up to no good.

Seemingly understanding Pharos's facial expression, Viner explained, "Even the agents need to clear out their inventory, right? This weapon is quite powerful..."

"Okay, let's move on to the next one." Pharos forced a smile.

Wiener then pointed to the green recurve bow and said:

"This is a B-rank magical beast from the Sacred Forest, a recurve bow made from the venom glands and core of the Venomous Anaconda. It has no active skills, but its passive skill is that the arrows it shoots have a poison effect. The poison can cause paralysis and is a slow-acting poison. It can be cured with holy light magic, but it can only be effective by using specially made elemental arrows. Each arrow costs 500 runes."

"The cost is that you will be poisoned every 10 arrows shot, and the effect cannot be reset."

So the Holy Sword isn't just a sword, it also has a bow, and maybe even all eighteen kinds of weapons like knives, spears, halberds, and shields. I just wonder if it has any firearms... Pharos pondered.

It can only be said that the Holy Sword Master truly deserves to be called the strongest class.

This weapon isn't too weak. Its cost isn't a big problem if you have a healer nearby or if you know light magic. Coincidentally, Pharos's signature magic is light magic.

This weapon is good and can be considered as an alternative, except that it's a bit expensive.

A month's salary only gets you ten times? I do more than ten times a week… Pharos thought for a moment and asked, “What about the last one?”

He stared at the last sword for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more incongruous it seemed.

Its shape is somewhat similar to the Japanese samurai sword of the previous life, but it is not curved; it is a straight sword, and its length is similar to that of the "Raven".

"This sword was made from the beak and core of a B-rank magical beast from Shadowmoon Cliff, the Shadow White Bird. The Shadow White Bird is a close relative of the Shadow Demon Bird. Their race has only one special skill, 'Homecoming.' They use magic to mark their territory and teleport back to their territory within a certain range."

"Therefore, the sword's skill is also very simple: mark a location, or even an item, and you can teleport to the marked point from any location within a 500-meter range. You can mark and teleport once every 24 hours."

"After the next mark is made, the original mark will disappear. When the sword is within 500 meters of the mark, both the mark and the sword will glow."

That's incredible skill! It's truly mesmerizing!

Pharos stared blankly at the sword, completely frozen: "This...this powerful holy sword...and it's from an A-rank magical beast? For me?"

How rare are A-rank magical beasts? Even the eldest daughter of the Moretti family can only use a holy sword made from a B-rank magical beast.

The difficulty of acquiring and hunting A-grade magical beasts goes far beyond simply spending money.

For magicians, such goods are sold out instantly, and many are more expensive than available.

Currently, Pharos doesn't even have access to these Warcraft markets.

"This is the holy sword I chose for you." At that moment, Leon spoke.

The implication is that the others were chosen by others.

"But this holy sword is so precious... and you're just giving it to me like this?"

"Hmph~ Don't rush, listen to its price." Leon slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Wiener explained, "The price is that after the skill is activated, the Holy Sword will enter a state of shock, unable to gather elements, and will become an ordinary sword for 24 hours."

That is indeed a price that is hard to accept.

This would be fatal for someone who only has one holy sword, but Pharos is different; he wields two holy swords.

This silver holy sword is an essential artifact for escaping, ambushing, lying in wait, traveling... whether you're at home, on the go, or committing murder and robbery!

Hit and run, so exciting!

Pharos's breathing suddenly quickened, and he even began to imagine just how sinister the sword was.

"Our church is never stingy with those who have made contributions. So, Pharos, please tell me, would you like to join the church?"

Leon spoke casually, as if it were nothing precious.

He was taking this opportunity to tell Faros that joining the church would have many benefits.

These three holy swords were just an extra.

"I'm sorry... I choose to keep only this sword..."

Pharos was interrupted by Viña before he could finish speaking.

"Mr. Pharos!"

Viner crossed his arms and looked deeply at Pharos, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Pharos's eyes were firm and resolute: "The church is good, but I don't want to go down this path."

"Everyone is born free, and no one can force you, Pharos." Leon looked at the young man with a meaningful look in his eyes. "Chris is right, you are indeed very interesting."

Vena took a silver longsword from the box, handed it to Pharos, and then turned to put the box away.

"Miss Vena? We..." Pharos wanted to mention the matter of observing fourth-level magic.

But Vena merely glanced at Pharos indifferently, her eyes extremely cold, as if she were looking at a dead man.

She ignored her and turned to leave.

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