Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Aren’t you afraid that the gods will be unhappy when they find out and will strike you down?

Chapter 69: Holy Sword that Predicts the Future

"This is incredible!" He felt his heartbeat quicken. "The legendary holy sword actually exists."

To be honest, Lord really regarded this thing as a legend at first.

After all, the gods in this world are gods in the true sense.

The fact that the true body cannot descend because the power is too great is enough to reveal the clue.

And now you tell me that even his true form can't descend, yet you can still create a holy sword that can cut down his true form from a distance?

It’s simply outrageous!

Even the god himself would exclaim that it’s cheating!

"But where is it? I don't see it!"

Eric looked around the treasure house. The space here was not big and he could see the end at a glance.

Although there were some swords on the stone platform not far away, they looked far different from the legendary holy swords. Even the Elsword that Lord was holding at the moment could not compare to them.

Moreover, due to the erosion of time, these swords have become dull and lifeless.

After all, not every sword can afford to use materials like eternal ore, and without careful maintenance, even the most powerful sword will lose its original brilliance over hundreds of years.

I'm afraid that in hundreds or thousands of years, these swords will become as rusty as the ones Lord saw in the dragon's lair.

"Could it be hidden? Just like this inner treasury."

Noen made a guess and everyone nodded in agreement.

After all, this thing is so precious that it must be placed in the most conspicuous place in the treasury, but now everyone has searched everywhere and still can't find it.

Either it was hidden or it was destroyed, and the latter was unlikely.

Because the material used for this holy sword is really too scary.

Even Celie had heard of some of these materials, which were rare enough to withstand the elves' most advanced magical attacks.

Theoretically, a holy sword made of so much material should not be easily destroyed.

Lord closed the book and looked around: "Then the question is, where did they hide this thing? Isn't there an inner vault?"

There is another thing Lord has in this record book.

No trace was seen.

That is the legendary holy relic tablet dug up by the dwarves.

It is said that this thing contains a large amount of magic power, equivalent to a large power bank. In Lord's opinion, its importance is no less than the so-called God-Slaying Holy Sword.

After all, one of his and Celie's goals was to use this stone tablet to hopefully learn some of the truth behind the fall of the gods.

The more you know, the more confident you will be in going deep into the Land of the Fallen Gods.

"Right here." Celie walked towards the center of the treasury and gently stomped on the ground, making a hollow sound. "The special ore blocks all magical detection, but it can't block the magic from overflowing from within. And right here, there's a very strong magical reaction."

As an elf with a naturally keen sense of magic, perhaps only Celie can find the hiding place of the holy sword based on her own perception.

This was something the dwarves had not expected.

They didn't expect that someone could improve the detection magic to find the approximate location of the treasure house, and even crack the riddle they left behind.

Among them, there was an elf who was born with a very keen sense of magic, and he could detect the location of the holy sword just by using his own senses.

All I can say is that all this seems to be fate's arrangement.

Celie raised her hand and waved it, the dust on the ground was swept away by magic power, revealing a complex circular magic circle.

She frowned slightly when she saw this scene.

It was another sealing magic circle, but it was even stronger than the previous one.

"What do you mean? Do you need to force it?"

With the help of the magic power stored in Elsword, Celie has almost recovered, so she has enough confidence to break the seal again.

"Having come this far, there's no reason to stop."

Satisfied with Lord's answer, she began to forcibly break the seal.

This time, Celiai took a long time, but she finally cracked it successfully without any trouble.

The moment the crack was successfully made, the entire ground began to shake, the magic circle lit up, and the stone slab in the center slowly sank, revealing a downward staircase.

"Let's go," Lord took a deep breath, "Let's go and see this legendary holy sword!"

Everyone walked down the stairs and came to a circular secret room.

There is no treasure here, only a bright silver long sword stuck on the stone platform in the center.

It was an extremely beautiful longsword, and no words in the world could describe its appearance. Even the Elsword on Lord's waist was eclipsed by its brilliance.

After all, this is a work forged by many craftsmen in the Dwarf Kingdom, and it can be said to be a truly masterpiece.

"Is this the legendary holy sword that can cause harm to gods?" Norn murmured.

Eric couldn't help but step forward and reach out to try to grasp the hilt of the sword.

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the sword, he felt as if he had been electrocuted and immediately stepped back to keep some distance.

"What happened? I felt like I was electrocuted." He shook his numb hands.

"Is it the ore that uses the power of thunder and lightning?" Celie guessed, and was about to step forward. However, as soon as she approached, the sword suddenly burst out with an invisible impact, which directly shocked her back.

"You won't let me get close!?" Miss Elf showed a rare look of surprise.

Just now, Eric was about to touch the holy sword, but he couldn't even get close to it, which made Celie very puzzled.

Thorm scratched his head and said, "Let me try! A holy sword forged by dwarves might only recognize dwarves!"

He strode forward and grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands. This time he was not shocked, so he lifted it up with force.

But nothing happens.

Som's face flushed red, and veins popped out on his arms, but the holy sword remained motionless, as if it had become one with the entire stone platform.

"What the hell!" the dwarf gasped as he let go of his hand. "I can't pull this thing out!"

Norn pondered: "Does it require specific conditions?"

Lord had been standing behind and observing, and only then slowly stepped forward.

He did not rush to reach out, but stared at the holy sword. He noticed an ancient text under the base of the holy sword.

"Is this Dwarven?" Celie noticed this and began to try to decipher it.

She hadn't been exposed to much Dwarven language, so her interpretation was slow, but Lord had already spoken: "This sword can only be drawn by the one chosen by it!"

"Only those who have slain gods can raise the sword! Is that really the case? How did you know?"

After finally translating the text on the base, Celie looked at Lord in disbelief.

"After all, that's how the story develops."

"I can't understand it." Miss Elf couldn't understand what Lord's story meant at all.

"So this holy sword is waiting for a destined person."

Lord spoke again, and the moment he finished speaking, the holy sword suddenly trembled slightly, and the gem on the top lit up with a soft light, as if responding to what he had just said.

Everyone held their breath.

Lord took a deep breath and walked forward. He encountered no resistance and tried to reach out and grasp the hilt of the sword.

There is no resistance and no resistance.

His hand gripped the hilt of the sword steadily and he lifted it gently.

"Zheng!"

The crisp sound of swords echoed throughout the secret room. He lifted the holy sword with ease. The runes on the sword lit up one by one, and finally gathered into a stream of light, spreading along Lord's arm to his whole body.

It was as if the sword had known him for a long time and had finally waited for him.

"Look!" Lord said with uncontrollable joy in his tone, "Only the chosen one can pick it up."

He had never thought that he would actually succeed. Could it be that he was really going to become the legendary first generation hero?

Celie stared at Lord with a complicated look: "Who are you?"

Lord looked at the holy sword in his hand and said with a wry smile, "To be honest, I want to know too."

The silver blade reflected his eyes, and in a trance, he seemed to see countless broken pictures.

Volame, the oldest magician of mankind, whose name will be taken away by himself in the future.

The familiar white-haired elf, Furlin.

A dark figure with two horns on its head and countless demons kneeling before it.

And the back of a man holding a long sword, surrounded by demons.

Chapter 70 The Oracle of the Skywing Tribe

This is?

A picture from the future?

Staring at the holy sword in his hand, Lord's eyes were somewhat surprised and uncertain.

Why does this holy sword allow me to see the future?

He knew that there was a kind of magic in the future that could predict the future. The omniscient demon Shulahat and the strongest human hero, the Hero of the South, both knew this magic.

Later, in order to avoid a situation where they saw through each other, the two chose to die together.

And now, it seems that I have mastered this magic?

Is this the magic that comes with the Divine Sword Org?

Can you see the future holy sword?