Chapter 177
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Chapter 177
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The Holy Sword. Would you like to have it?
What?
Ronan frowned. It was as if she was holding the Holy Sword right now. Her expression was so serious that it didnt seem like she was joking at all.
Do you know where it is?
Yes. I do.
Lynn nodded firmly. Her clear eyes were full of certainty. Ronan raised his hand and lightly flicked her cheek with his index finger.
Then why dont you take it out?
I cant. I thought youd be so excited that youd take off all your clothes right away, but your reaction is not as good as I expected. What do you think of the Holy Sword?
Lynn said, her thinning eyes indicating that she seemed a little angry. Why is she acting like this all of a sudden? After a brief moment of hesitation, Ronan spoke up.
Its a good sword.
Is that all?
Yeah. With a name like that, it must be sturdy.
His tone was firm. Even after waiting for a while, no further description came out. Lynns face began to stiffen gradually. At some point, she turned her head away, pouting.
Dummy.
Why are you pouting all of a sudden?
Youre too much. Its still the sword that defeated the Black Dragon.
Honestly, Im not sure if thats true or not. If the First Emperor played a decisive role in defeating Orsay, more people should know about it. But it was the first time I heard it since I came here.
Ronan said. If it werent for the elderly grandmother who couldnt cook, he would have lived his whole life without knowing this anecdote. Lynn replied in a pouting tone.
That couldnt be helped. The Holy Sword asked not to be recorded in history.
Huh?
But Balon broke that promise. While he respected the Holy Swords wishes and didnt make a big deal out of it, he did tell his close aides about it. Naturally, the secret wasnt kept, and the disappointed Holy Sword came here to Parzan. There wasnt anyone to wield it, but its sanctity remained intact. So, the pool of light gathering in Parzan became the tomb where the spirits of swords gather.
Words flowed like water through her small lips. It felt like an extraordinary secret that shouldnt be heard had brushed past his ears. Ronan looked at her with wide eyes.
How do you know all this?
I just know. And maybe youre right.
Im right?
About it being just a sturdy sword. In fact, it wasnt the power of the Holy Sword that defeated Orsay.
Lynn said calmly. Ronan raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar words.
What are you talking about all of a sudden?
The Holy Sword simply awakened the power Balon possessed. Among mortals living fleeting lives, there are occasionally those with potential that even overwhelm immortal beings. Balon was one of them.
Potential?
Yeah. Orsay, who was considered one of the five strongest dragons in history, had to retreat injured in front of that power. Balon was the rightful person to establish the Empire.
Lynn introduced the story of Balons fight against Orsay in a matter-of-fact manner. It was as if the First Emperor was just a friend of hers.
Of course, being the one who first created the Imperial Army, he was sometimes referred to with more derogatory terms among his fellow members at the Punishment Squad, but hearing it like this felt alienating. It was like seeing someone call their parents by their first names. Lynn nudged Ronans shoulder with her head as she spoke.
In the end, what matters most is not the sword but the one wielding it. And you know that well. Of course, I didnt make the decision based solely on that.
Based on?
Master, huh? Im not sure who youre referring to.
Zaifa seemed to be the only one without any particular thoughts. She was only pondering who the sender of the gift might be, tapping the ground with her tail.
You might not know. But the person who made it has admired you for a long time. He put a lot of effort into making it, hoping you would use it.
I see. Its indeed a well-made sword.
Zaifa nodded. Even with the sharp eyes of a beastman, there was nothing to fault about the superb sword. It was somewhat understandable why someone would go to such lengths to deliver it. Darman raised his head slightly, looking at Zaifa, and asked cautiously,
S-So, will you accept it?
No. I refuse.
What?
Darmans face hardened. Zaifas turned back was as firm as a veil. Dumbfounded, Darman exclaimed,
La-lady Zaifa! Is it because the sword is too small? If thats the case, dont worry. It has a special function for such situations. If you look here
I cannot accept a sword from someone I do not know. Just convey my gratitude.
Darman desperately tried to grab Zaifa, but the solemn tiger only moved further inside the Holy Land. Though he tried to chase after, the other elders stopped him with their gazes. Darman, wearing a crestfallen expression, lowered his head deeply.
Ah
Its unfortunate, Darman. You should return, lets talk after the ceremony is over. And as for that sword
Several elders were approaching to console him. In an instant, Darmans figure disappeared from sight. Ronans eyes, watching the situation from above, widened as if they were about to pop out.
Wait a minute, that bastard!
Hmm?!
Sensing the threat, Zaifa reflexively turned and swung her sword. Swish! The massive blade passed through the spot where Darman had been standing, but there was no one there anymore. Then, behind Zaifa, Darman revealed himself.
You
Zaifa turned her head. Darman silently rotated the sword he held in his grasp. The once pristine blade now had crimson blood smeared on it. Ronan dashed out with force. Thud Zaifas sword split in half and fell to the ground.
No.
Lyn murmured. Simultaneously, a fountain of blood erupted from Zaifas chest. Splat! Whether it was due to her large size or being stabbed in a vital spot, an immense amount of blood gushed out. Two nearby elders rushed forward in shock.
Oh my god!
Darman! What are you doing?!
Their reactions were astonishingly fast, befitting their roles as elders. One of them was the old lady who introduced herself as the owner of the Silver Sword. In her hands was a massive two-handed axe that made Maryas Great Sword look insignificant.
Once again, Darmans form blurred and vanished. The three rushing individuals passed each other in a frenzy. There was no sound of clashing metal. As Darman landed on the ground, the heads of the two elders soared sky-high simultaneously. Splat! The blood spurting from their decapitated bodies once again stained the Holy Land.
!
For a moment, the world fell into silence. Zaifas staggering body slowly leaned over. Even the wind that had been blowing suddenly ceased, so only the muffled sound of elders bodies and heads hitting the ground could be heard in the Holy Land.
Its no use. If you reject someone elses sincerity so recklessly
Darman chuckled coldly. Zaifa knelt down on one knee and collapsed. Her ashen fur was gradually turning white. It was like watching ash being blown away. Darman rotated the sword again to shake off the blood and turned his head.
Dont you think so too?
An Aura, very familiar to Ronan, was spreading out from Darman. The brown eyes, like fallen leaves, were gradually turning red. Finally, he fixed his gaze on Ronan and spoke.
Brother.
[TL/N: things just went from 0 to 100 real quick!! also from last chap no Lynn was not on her period, she just stained Ronans pants with blood of degenerates like u guys!]
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Chapter 177
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The Holy Sword. Would you like to have it?
What?
Ronan frowned. It was as if she was holding the Holy Sword right now. Her expression was so serious that it didnt seem like she was joking at all.
Do you know where it is?
Yes. I do.
Lynn nodded firmly. Her clear eyes were full of certainty. Ronan raised his hand and lightly flicked her cheek with his index finger.
Then why dont you take it out?
I cant. I thought youd be so excited that youd take off all your clothes right away, but your reaction is not as good as I expected. What do you think of the Holy Sword?
Lynn said, her thinning eyes indicating that she seemed a little angry. Why is she acting like this all of a sudden? After a brief moment of hesitation, Ronan spoke up.
Its a good sword.
Is that all?
Yeah. With a name like that, it must be sturdy.
His tone was firm. Even after waiting for a while, no further description came out. Lynns face began to stiffen gradually. At some point, she turned her head away, pouting.
Dummy.
Why are you pouting all of a sudden?
Youre too much. Its still the sword that defeated the Black Dragon.
Honestly, Im not sure if thats true or not. If the First Emperor played a decisive role in defeating Orsay, more people should know about it. But it was the first time I heard it since I came here.
Ronan said. If it werent for the elderly grandmother who couldnt cook, he would have lived his whole life without knowing this anecdote. Lynn replied in a pouting tone.
That couldnt be helped. The Holy Sword asked not to be recorded in history.
Huh?
But Balon broke that promise. While he respected the Holy Swords wishes and didnt make a big deal out of it, he did tell his close aides about it. Naturally, the secret wasnt kept, and the disappointed Holy Sword came here to Parzan. There wasnt anyone to wield it, but its sanctity remained intact. So, the pool of light gathering in Parzan became the tomb where the spirits of swords gather.
Words flowed like water through her small lips. It felt like an extraordinary secret that shouldnt be heard had brushed past his ears. Ronan looked at her with wide eyes.
How do you know all this?
I just know. And maybe youre right.
Im right?
About it being just a sturdy sword. In fact, it wasnt the power of the Holy Sword that defeated Orsay.
Lynn said calmly. Ronan raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar words.
What are you talking about all of a sudden?
The Holy Sword simply awakened the power Balon possessed. Among mortals living fleeting lives, there are occasionally those with potential that even overwhelm immortal beings. Balon was one of them.
Potential?
Yeah. Orsay, who was considered one of the five strongest dragons in history, had to retreat injured in front of that power. Balon was the rightful person to establish the Empire.
Lynn introduced the story of Balons fight against Orsay in a matter-of-fact manner. It was as if the First Emperor was just a friend of hers.
Of course, being the one who first created the Imperial Army, he was sometimes referred to with more derogatory terms among his fellow members at the Punishment Squad, but hearing it like this felt alienating. It was like seeing someone call their parents by their first names. Lynn nudged Ronans shoulder with her head as she spoke.
In the end, what matters most is not the sword but the one wielding it. And you know that well. Of course, I didnt make the decision based solely on that.
Based on?
Master, huh? Im not sure who youre referring to.
Zaifa seemed to be the only one without any particular thoughts. She was only pondering who the sender of the gift might be, tapping the ground with her tail.
You might not know. But the person who made it has admired you for a long time. He put a lot of effort into making it, hoping you would use it.
I see. Its indeed a well-made sword.
Zaifa nodded. Even with the sharp eyes of a beastman, there was nothing to fault about the superb sword. It was somewhat understandable why someone would go to such lengths to deliver it. Darman raised his head slightly, looking at Zaifa, and asked cautiously,
S-So, will you accept it?
No. I refuse.
What?
Darmans face hardened. Zaifas turned back was as firm as a veil. Dumbfounded, Darman exclaimed,
La-lady Zaifa! Is it because the sword is too small? If thats the case, dont worry. It has a special function for such situations. If you look here
I cannot accept a sword from someone I do not know. Just convey my gratitude.
Darman desperately tried to grab Zaifa, but the solemn tiger only moved further inside the Holy Land. Though he tried to chase after, the other elders stopped him with their gazes. Darman, wearing a crestfallen expression, lowered his head deeply.
Ah
Its unfortunate, Darman. You should return, lets talk after the ceremony is over. And as for that sword
Several elders were approaching to console him. In an instant, Darmans figure disappeared from sight. Ronans eyes, watching the situation from above, widened as if they were about to pop out.
Wait a minute, that bastard!
Hmm?!
Sensing the threat, Zaifa reflexively turned and swung her sword. Swish! The massive blade passed through the spot where Darman had been standing, but there was no one there anymore. Then, behind Zaifa, Darman revealed himself.
You
Zaifa turned her head. Darman silently rotated the sword he held in his grasp. The once pristine blade now had crimson blood smeared on it. Ronan dashed out with force. Thud Zaifas sword split in half and fell to the ground.
No.
Lyn murmured. Simultaneously, a fountain of blood erupted from Zaifas chest. Splat! Whether it was due to her large size or being stabbed in a vital spot, an immense amount of blood gushed out. Two nearby elders rushed forward in shock.
Oh my god!
Darman! What are you doing?!
Their reactions were astonishingly fast, befitting their roles as elders. One of them was the old lady who introduced herself as the owner of the Silver Sword. In her hands was a massive two-handed axe that made Maryas Great Sword look insignificant.
Once again, Darmans form blurred and vanished. The three rushing individuals passed each other in a frenzy. There was no sound of clashing metal. As Darman landed on the ground, the heads of the two elders soared sky-high simultaneously. Splat! The blood spurting from their decapitated bodies once again stained the Holy Land.
!
For a moment, the world fell into silence. Zaifas staggering body slowly leaned over. Even the wind that had been blowing suddenly ceased, so only the muffled sound of elders bodies and heads hitting the ground could be heard in the Holy Land.
Its no use. If you reject someone elses sincerity so recklessly
Darman chuckled coldly. Zaifa knelt down on one knee and collapsed. Her ashen fur was gradually turning white. It was like watching ash being blown away. Darman rotated the sword again to shake off the blood and turned his head.
Dont you think so too?
An Aura, very familiar to Ronan, was spreading out from Darman. The brown eyes, like fallen leaves, were gradually turning red. Finally, he fixed his gaze on Ronan and spoke.
Brother.
[TL/N: things just went from 0 to 100 real quick!! also from last chap no Lynn was not on her period, she just stained Ronans pants with blood of degenerates like u guys!]
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Chapter 177HEL SCANSTranslator PeptobismolProofreader Demon GodUnravel the Unknown, Unleash the Unimaginable: NvlBn.The Holy Sword. Would you like to have it?What?Ronan frowned. It was as if she was holding the Holy Sword right now. Her expression was so serious that it didnt seem like she was joking at all.Do you know where it is?Yes. I do.Lynn nodded firmly. Her clear eyes were full of certainty. Ronan raised his hand and lightly flicked her cheek with his index finger.Then why dont you take it out?I cant. I thought youd be so excited that youd take off all your clothes right away, but your reaction is not as good as I expected. What do you think of the Holy Sword?Lynn said, her thinning eyes indicating that she seemed a little angry. Why is she acting like this all of a sudden? After a brief moment of hesitation, Ronan spoke up.Its a good sword.Is that all?Yeah. With a name like that, it must be sturdy.His tone was firm. Even after waiting for a while, no further description came out. Lynns face began to stiffen gradually. At some point, she turned her head away, pouting.Dummy.Why are you pouting all of a sudden?Youre too much. Its still the sword that defeated the Black Dragon.Honestly, Im not sure if thats true or not. If the First Emperor played a decisive role in defeating Orsay, more people should know about it. But it was the first time I heard it since I came here.Ronan said. If it werent for the elderly grandmother who couldnt cook, he would have lived his whole life without knowing this anecdote. Lynn replied in a pouting tone.That couldnt be helped. The Holy Sword asked not to be recorded in history.Huh?But Balon broke that promise. While he respected the Holy Swords wishes and didnt make a big deal out of it, he did tell his close aides about it. Naturally, the secret wasnt kept, and the disappointed Holy Sword came here to Parzan. There wasnt anyone to wield it, but its sanctity remained intact. So, the pool of light gathering in Parzan became the tomb where the spirits of swords gather.Words flowed like water through her small lips. It felt like an extraordinary secret that shouldnt be heard had brushed past his ears. Ronan looked at her with wide eyes.How do you know all this?I just know. And maybe youre right.Im right?About it being just a sturdy sword. In fact, it wasnt the power of the Holy Sword that defeated Orsay.Lynn said calmly. Ronan raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar words.What are you talking about all of a sudden?The Holy Sword simply awakened the power Balon possessed. Among mortals living fleeting lives, there are occasionally those with potential that even overwhelm immortal beings. Balon was one of them.Potential?Yeah. Orsay, who was considered one of the five strongest dragons in history, had to retreat injured in front of that power. Balon was the rightful person to establish the Empire.Lynn introduced the story of Balons fight against Orsay in a matter-of-fact manner. It was as if the First Emperor was just a friend of hers.Of course, being the one who first created the Imperial Army, he was sometimes referred to with more derogatory terms among his fellow members at the Punishment Squad, but hearing it like this felt alienating. It was like seeing someone call their parents by their first names. Lynn nudged Ronans shoulder with her head as she spoke.In the end, what matters most is not the sword but the one wielding it. And you know that well. Of course, I didnt make the decision based solely on that.Based on?Master, huh? Im not sure who youre referring to.Zaifa seemed to be the only one without any particular thoughts. She was only pondering who the sender of the gift might be, tapping the ground with her tail.You might not know. But the person who made it has admired you for a long time. He put a lot of effort into making it, hoping you would use it.I see. Its indeed a well-made sword.Zaifa nodded. Even with the sharp eyes of a beastman, there was nothing to fault about the superb sword. It was somewhat understandable why someone would go to such lengths to deliver it. Darman raised his head slightly, looking at Zaifa, and asked cautiously,S-So, will you accept it?No. I refuse.What?Darmans face hardened. Zaifas turned back was as firm as a veil. Dumbfounded, Darman exclaimed,La-lady Zaifa! Is it because the sword is too small? If thats the case, dont worry. It has a special function for such situations. If you look hereI cannot accept a sword from someone I do not know. Just convey my gratitude.Darman desperately tried to grab Zaifa, but the solemn tiger only moved further inside the Holy Land. Though he tried to chase after, the other elders stopped him with their gazes. Darman, wearing a crestfallen expression, lowered his head deeply.AhIts unfortunate, Darman. You should return, lets talk after the ceremony is over. And as for that swordSeveral elders were approaching to console him. In an instant, Darmans figure disappeared from sight. Ronans eyes, watching the situation from above, widened as if they were about to pop out.Wait a minute, that bastard!Hmm?!Sensing the threat, Zaifa reflexively turned and swung her sword. Swish! The massive blade passed through the spot where Darman had been standing, but there was no one there anymore. Then, behind Zaifa, Darman revealed himself.YouZaifa turned her head. Darman silently rotated the sword he held in his grasp. The once pristine blade now had crimson blood smeared on it. Ronan dashed out with force. Thud Zaifas sword split in half and fell to the ground.No.Lyn murmured. Simultaneously, a fountain of blood erupted from Zaifas chest. Splat! Whether it was due to her large size or being stabbed in a vital spot, an immense amount of blood gushed out. Two nearby elders rushed forward in shock.Oh my god!Darman! What are you doing?!Their reactions were astonishingly fast, befitting their roles as elders. One of them was the old lady who introduced herself as the owner of the Silver Sword. In her hands was a massive two-handed axe that made Maryas Great Sword look insignificant.Once again, Darmans form blurred and vanished. The three rushing individuals passed each other in a frenzy. There was no sound of clashing metal. As Darman landed on the ground, the heads of the two elders soared sky-high simultaneously. Splat! The blood spurting from their decapitated bodies once again stained the Holy Land.!For a moment, the world fell into silence. Zaifas staggering body slowly leaned over. Even the wind that had been blowing suddenly ceased, so only the muffled sound of elders bodies and heads hitting the ground could be heard in the Holy Land.Its no use. If you reject someone elses sincerity so recklesslyDarman chuckled coldly. Zaifa knelt down on one knee and collapsed. Her ashen fur was gradually turning white. It was like watching ash being blown away. Darman rotated the sword again to shake off the blood and turned his head.Dont you think so too?An Aura, very familiar to Ronan, was spreading out from Darman. The brown eyes, like fallen leaves, were gradually turning red. Finally, he fixed his gaze on Ronan and spoke.Brother.TL/N: things just went from 0 to 100 real quick!! also from last chap no Lynn was not on her period, she just stained Ronans pants with blood of degenerates like u guys!HEL SCANSTranslator PeptobismolProofreader Demon GodJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2
