HBWnovel Chapter 479 The Sword in My Hand
Chapter 479 The Sword in My Hand
It wasn't because of sadness, but because of a shared sense of fate.
It would be terrible if we had to go through this process every time we welcomed a new family member.
However, he saw the origin of the Sword Demon Clan, the moment they were born from the sword, and how they built their own civilization over a long period of time.
They are not good with words, nor do they know how to adapt; the sword is everything to them.
Their language is the sound of swords, their script is the marks of swords, and their laws are the intent of swords.
Simple, pure, and without any impurities.
He also witnessed the moment when the Chosen Ones began.
What fell from the sky was not a blood-red sun, but something far more terrifying.
Chaos tentacles reached in from the edge of the world, and wherever they passed, all rules dissolved.
Mountains were no longer mountains, rivers were no longer rivers, and the bodies of the Sword Demons began to disintegrate, not destroyed, but "eliminated".
They resisted.
Countless sword demons rose from the ground, their sword intent soaring to the sky, attempting to confront the invisible chaos with their sharpest will.
But chaos has no physical form, no energy, and no target that can be attacked.
The sword intent dissipated in the chaos, and the sword trick was swallowed up by the chaos.
All resistance is futile.
One by one, members of the tribe fell and disappeared.
There were no corpses left behind, as if they had never existed.
Ultimately, they were taken by the gods and fled to this world.
With the surviving members of their tribe, with their shattered homeland, and with wounds that will never heal.
All of this was because they failed in God's selection.
"Is this the meaning of family?" Xu Si murmured softly.
The night wind blew in from the north, carrying the sharp, sword-like intent of Jian Shan, which seemed capable of slicing through the skin.
But this time, the sword intent did not sting his skin. Instead, it transformed into a gentle breeze the moment it touched his body, like a drawn sword finally finding its place to return to its sheath.
Jian Shiyi stood still, and the silver-white figure made no unnecessary movements.
No one knows the turmoil in his heart.
His Sword Demon Clan had truly become the kin of the man before him.
A human's familiar with only Sequence 7.
"Is it really done?" Wanliuchun's voice came from beside her, carrying a hint of nervousness that she herself was unaware of.
If it really is possible, then?
Xu Si nodded.
He didn't speak, because he was busy processing the flood of information surging from the depths of his consciousness.
The establishment of a kinship contract is not a one-way demand, but a two-way connection.
The Sword Demon Clan entrusted their fate to him, and in exchange, he had to open his own fate to them.
This is a bond that is deeper and more inseparable than any contract.
At this moment, he could sense the presence of every sword spirit.
Deep within Sword Mountain, hundreds of sword intents were slowly pulsating, some as strong as a drumbeat, others as weak as a wisp of smoke, but each one was clearly discernible, and each one had some inexplicable connection to him.
The strongest one naturally came from Jian Shiyi, who is now the strongest member of the Sword Demon Clan.
It's somewhat disappointing that none of the other sword masters have even reached the seventh level of the strangeness realm.
At this moment, Jian Shiyi's silver-white figure stood in front of him, his armor gleaming coldly under the starlight.
Xu Si could sense the extremely compressed sword intent within Jian Shiyi's body, like a peerless sword sheathed, quiet and restrained, yet ready to unleash a fatal blow at any moment.
"My lord," Jian Shiyi said, his voice like a sword blade slicing through silk.
Xu Si raised his right hand, palm facing up.
Crimson star power surged from his palm, not condensing into a ball of light, but transforming into a thin, flowing mist of light.
Within the luminous mist, silvery-white specks of light flickered; these were the sword intent of the Sword Demon Clan, slowly merging with his star power, or rather, he could borrow the sword intent of the Sword Demon Clan for his own use.
At least from this perspective, the Sword Demon Clan is much better than that 'little piece of trash' Nightmare.
There's just one problem: he can't possibly take the Sword Demon Clan with him on his journey, can he?
But leaving them where they are doesn't seem quite right either.
"My lord, there's no need to worry!" As if sensing Xu Si's concerns, Jian Shiyi reached out directly towards Jian Shan.
Then Sword Mountain soared high into the air, transforming into a giant sword box, into which all the Sword Demons clan attached to it were swallowed up.
Some of them are strong, some are weak, some are so ancient that they seem to have come from the very beginning of time, while others are so young that they still carry the naivety of a newborn sword demon.
Under the guidance of Sword Eleven, the sword box converged into a silvery-white torrent, flowing into a ball of light that was gathering in his palm.
The light grew brighter and more solid, eventually transforming into a large, silver-white sword case.
The surface of the sword case was completely undecorated, as smooth as an unpolished mirror.
But Xu Si could sense that beneath that smooth surface lay a complex network of hundreds of sword intents, like an extremely precise array.
"My lord." Jian Shiyi held the sword box with both hands, knelt on one knee, and raised the sword box above his head.
The armor gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the starlight, and the two inverted short sword-like ornaments on the shoulder armor trembled slightly, emitting a faint sword chime.
Xu Si looked down at the sword box.
He could sense the emotion emanating from the sword case—not fear, not unease, but an almost devout anticipation.
From now on, the future of the Sword Demon Clan will truly be intertwined with his.
[Strange object detected: Sword Mountain]
[Ranking of Oddities: 31]
【Characteristics: Refinement, Sharpening, Inheritance, Cultivation】
"And what about you?" Xu Si asked, looking at Jian Shiyi.
While he was shocked by the rankings of Sword Mountain, he was also troubled about how to arrange Sword Eleven.
I wonder if he can crawl into the sword box like Wanliuchun.
Jian Shiyi's gaze fell on the [Sword of Royal Authority] hovering in the air.
He then pointed.
The Sword of Kingship then went out of control and pierced through Sword Eleven from top to bottom.
This move shocked Xu Si to no end. He certainly didn't think Jian Shiyi was crazy, but this move was indeed a bit outrageous.
Xu Si then saw that Jian Shiyi's silver armor was as smooth as ironed metal.
The silver armor, like molten metal, flowed slowly along the spine of the sword of kingship, eventually solidifying into a thin, cicada-wing-like metallic film on the surface of the blade.
Dark golden sword light shone through the membrane, intertwining with silvery-white sword intent, like two different colored threads twisted into a rope.
Xu Si could sense that the Sword of Kingship was undergoing some kind of transformation.
It's like an ancient sword that has been dormant for a thousand years being honed to a new level.
"The Sword Demon Clan uses their bodies as swords and their swords as their bodies," Wan Liuchun explained.
"From this day forward, I will be the sword in your hand, sir," Jian Shiyi said firmly. In fact, he could also enter Sword Mountain, but the meaning would be completely different.
One is a dependent who lives a life of idleness and complacency, while the other is a dependent who fights for his master. The difference between them is as great as heaven and earth.
[An unusual item detected: Sword of Kings (Blessed)]
[Ranking of Rare Items: 63 (Temporary)]
[Temporary Attribute: Sword Intent Connection]
The [Sword of Kings], empowered by Sword Eleven, suddenly increased from 127 to 63, which is outrageous even if it's just a temporary buff.