"Weapons… can talk?"
Seeing the chaotic scene of a large group of weapons seemingly dancing wildly, Misha instinctively muttered to herself.
However, what she didn't expect was that even though she had spoken very softly, all those weapons still pointed their tips at her. Yes, even though they had no faces, Misha could still feel that they were somehow staring at her.
"Hey, girl."
Soon, a dung-colored giant sword spoke up: "Pick me. Let the terror of the sewers... give those Kartel scum a taste of true fear."
"What the…"
Misha instinctively glanced at the giant sword, which was covered in feces.
Yes, feces. After all, this sword was originally made by Fang Mo using dung, pig iron, and was even reinforced with feces, meteorites, and a hot spring machine.
Of course, the sword wasn't lying; it was indeed a terrifying weapon. It wasn't just about slashing people with a blade covered in feces. The triple reinforcement of meteorites, the hot spring machine, and feces made this weapon capable of single-handedly destroying an entire civilization.
That's the essence of this sword. No matter how beautiful the environment of your planet is, once this thing is stuck into the ground, it instantly becomes a wasteland of filth and sewage.
The true meaning of "sewer rage."
And the most absurd thing… this sword can even be eaten.
Uh, not the blade, but the hilt. After all, the characteristic of the pig iron used by the soul of the craftsman is that it's delicious; you can eat it to restore hunger while consuming durability.
"Come on, come on."
Seeing that Misha was observing it, the dung sword urged once again, "I can't wait to see the enemy fleeing in panic! Wahahaha!"
"Hey, Shizong, will you shut up?"
Just then, a purple cleaver beside it spoke up, "Fat Zao might be a manhole cover, but she's still a cute girl. Isn't it too gross to ask her to play with feces? Not everyone has a heavy taste like our master, you know?"
"???"
Fang Mo, who was watching from the side, suddenly found himself unable to laugh.
"That's enough, you two." However, soon the flaming demon sword, Laevatein, couldn't stand it anymore and said impatiently, "Both of you, calm down."
After saying this.
Laevatein slowly floated toward Misha.
"Uh…"
Seeing the flaming demon sword floating toward her, Misha took two steps back, instinctively covering her chest with both hands.
Yes, she hadn't forgotten that earlier in North Myre, she had been deceived by Hilder and ended up fighting against Fang Mo. The result was that she got stabbed through the heart by this very sword, Laevatein, which was blazing with heat.
Now, just looking at it made Misha feel as though her internal organs were burning.
"Did I stab you before?"
But what surprised Misha was that after staring at her for a while, Laevatein suddenly spoke: "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility."
"???"
Misha was stunned on the spot.
In fact, it wasn't just her; everyone else present was also taken aback by this statement.
"That's our Lae, the flaming demon sword never fails to live up to its name," the purple cleaver couldn't help but comment, "You fiery idiot, just one sentence and you've fried our CPUs."
"Some worlds are destined to burn."
However, Laevatein ignored the comment and continued speaking to Misha: "Come, choose me. Flames are the most beautiful light to purify corruption."
"Uh… this…"
Hearing this, Misha not only didn't step forward to grab it but instinctively took another step back.
Yes, she realized now that although these artifacts in front of her seemed powerful, they didn't seem very reliable. Their personalities were all quite odd, and she had a feeling that choosing the wrong one would lead to endless trouble.
At that moment.
Misha suddenly remembered the Summon's earlier advice.
Instinctively, she turned to glance at him. The Summon was still nervously hiding behind her summon's leg, so Misha quickly looked at him with a pleading expression.
The meaning was clear.
She was essentially asking which one she should choose.
"Hmm…"
The Summon noticed Misha's plea, pondered for a moment, then spoke: "If it really comes to that, you might as well choose the purple cleaver. It talks a lot of trash, but it seems to be the weakest."
"What did you say!?"
As soon as those words fell, the purple cleaver was immediately upset.
"Hahaha! The FW sword got called out!"
But unlike the cleaver, the other weapons couldn't help but laugh, especially the dung sword, which was laughing the loudest, filling the air of Ghent with a joyful atmosphere.
"You… you all…"
The purple cleaver was infuriated: "Damn it, I'm done playing!"
With that, the purple cleaver flew straight to Fang Mo, clearly no longer interested in competing for a spot, obediently landing in Fang Mo's hand.
"Sigh, the boss is still the best."
After returning, the purple cleaver couldn't help but sigh.
"You just said I have a heavy taste." Fang Mo glanced at the purple cleaver in his hand and said calmly.
"Cough… Master, you misunderstood me."
The purple cleaver trembled slightly and quickly explained, "I meant that these 2D girls never go to the bathroom, it's not realistic, too fake. Master, you may have a heavy taste, but you're real, and I like how real you are…"
"I don't go to the bathroom either."
Fang Mo replied with an unchanged expression.
"Got it." The purple cleaver immediately adjusted, "Master, you're the real 2D girl. No wonder last night my sister…"
"Enough, stop talking."
Fang Mo shoved the purple cleaver back into his storage with a nearly blackened face.
"Hahaha, the sword's performance is as steady as ever!" Seeing the purple cleaver's defeat, the dung sword laughed again, but it laughed so hard that spit was almost flying everywhere.
"…"
Marlene and Zeldine exchanged glances and silently took a few steps back.
"Alright, girl."
Fang Mo didn't mind the details and directly urged Misha: "Hurry up and choose; I've got other things to do."
"This…"
Hearing Fang Mo's urging.
Misha became even more nervous.
The Summon had advised her to choose the purple cleaver, but she didn't expect it to back out, leaving her in a difficult position.
She instinctively glanced at the surrounding weapons. To be honest, she really didn't want to choose that dung-spraying giant sword, and of course, she didn't want to choose Laevatein, which had once stabbed her. As for the remaining three swords… the Summon had warned her not to choose the one that didn't talk.
"Hmm?"
As if sensing Misha's thoughts, the Light Sword Clausolas suddenly spoke up: "Girl, do you believe in the Light?"
"What?"
Misha was slightly startled.
"Girl, may the Holy Light protect you, Amen." Clausolas said gently, "Don't be confused; trust your inner choice."
"My inner… choice?"
Hearing this, Misha became pensive. First, she couldn't choose the dung sword or the fire sword, and then she couldn't choose the silent sword. The sword in front of her just spoke, so why not just choose it?
Of course, as Misha thought about this.
She didn't notice the sword trembling slightly, as if it was trying hard not to laugh.
"Alright, I'll choose you then."
Misha did not notice this detail until the end. She clapped her hands and made up her mind, raising her hand to grasp the hilt of the Sword of Light: "Please, Mr. Claussolas, fight alongside me."
"No problem."
Claussolas cheerfully agreed, "Then let's fight, young lady."
"Alright."
Misha, suspecting nothing, turned to Fang Mo and asked, "Is it okay if I choose this sword?"
"Oh, as long as it agrees."
Fang Mo raised his hand, and the other swords were instantly summoned back to him. "Now that you've made your choice, I'll be leaving..."
"Captain Zeldine, please give the order."
Upon hearing this, Misha immediately turned her head and spoke directly to Zeldine.
"Uh, if you're confident in your abilities, it would be best to clear out the nearby Kartel members," Zeldine finally responded, hesitating before speaking. "They seem to have an arson squad, which has caused us a lot of trouble."
"Alright, then we'll..."
Misha instinctively nodded, but before she could finish her sentence, the giant sword in her hand suddenly trembled lightly: "Wait, young lady."
"?"
Misha looked down curiously.
"If it's just to clear out enemy troops, I have a better method," Claussolas said gently. "Are you familiar with the Sword Qi Slash technique?"
"I'm somewhat familiar."
As a small swordmaster, Misha was quite confident in this area: "What's the matter?"
"Alright then."
Claussolas pointed the sword tip at a distant tower and said, "First, climb to the roof of that building and follow my instructions."
"...Alright."
Although a bit puzzled, Misha instinctively obeyed.
Compared to the clumsiness of the demons, Misha, who had been practicing swordsmanship for years, moved with agility. With a few swift flips, she landed on the roof of the multi-story building.
"I'll go up and take a look too."
Seeing this, Zeldine, seemingly uneasy, quickly followed. Of course, she climbed the stairs the proper way.
"Oh, fine. You can take your time strategizing."
Fang Mo nodded, then turned around, saying, "I won't disturb you; I'm leaving..."
However, just as Fang Mo turned, a small hand suddenly grabbed him. When Fang Mo looked down, he found it was the Summon, who was staring intently at him.
"You can't leave."
The Summon said seriously.
"I already said I'm in a hurry," Fang Mo sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm very concerned about the princess's safety, alright?"
"I just feel something's not right." The Summon looked up at Fang Mo. "Tell me, between this sword and the silent guy over there... which is more dangerous?"
"How would I know?"
Fang Mo spread his hands. "They all worked fine when I used them; clearly, it's just that you're too weak..."
And just as they were talking.
There was movement on the roof again.
"The view here is really nice... are those the Kartel's encampments out there?"
After climbing to the roof, Misha couldn't help but sigh. Given the already elevated terrain, combined with the height of the building, one could indeed see the view of the Gent outer walls not far away—a vast expanse of lush forest, along with a large number of tents and camps barely visible in the distance.
"Yes, that's right."
After climbing up, Zeldine spoke through gritted teeth, "Those damn Kartel are hiding in that forest, sending out large troops to attack the capital every day..."
"I see."
Upon hearing this, Claussolas also spoke up: "Young lady, listen to my instructions from now on."
"Huh? Oh, alright."
Misha was momentarily stunned, then her entire demeanor became serious.
"Now, jump as high as you can." Claussolas began to guide her in a gentle tone. "Then, using my power, send a Sword Qi slash toward that camp."
"Hmm?"
Misha found it odd: "Mr. Claussolas, isn't that distance... a bit too far?"
"Just swing the sword."
Claussolas's tone remained calm and steady: "Leave the rest to me."
"Well, alright then."
Misha was still young and, although puzzled, she quickly regained her serious expression. Bending her knees slightly, she leaped from the rooftop and swung the massive sword like a door plank towards the distance: "Haa!"
But in the next moment.
The giant sword in her hand suddenly emitted an incredibly dazzling light.
This light was a thousand times brighter than the sun. As Misha completed her sweeping motion, the light transformed into a gigantic blade, its scale so vast that it covered half of the sky over Ghent.
"What... what is this!?"
The Summon was almost scared out of her wits upon seeing this.
In fact, not only her—Marlene, Zeldine, and even Misha herself were all dumbstruck as they looked at the light blade.
But it was too late to say anything now. The boundless Sword Qi of Light had already taken shape, forming a crescent-shaped arc that flew towards the outskirts of Gent.
The Sword Qi occasionally touched some rocks or the tops of buildings.
Yet it produced no sound, as if everything was instantly vaporized.
Soon, the light blade flew out of Gent and crashed heavily into the forest. The ground beneath everyone suddenly trembled, followed by an explosion of blinding light and heat, causing their eyes to sting, followed by an unending series of loud booms.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!"
It was as if the clouds had been torn open, and the earth shook along with them.
Under everyone's astonished eyes.
A massive mushroom cloud slowly rose.
The entire forest was vaporized in an instant, and the shockwave blew everything around it apart. The nearby Ghent city walls exploded, and countless stones and sand surged like a tsunami.
Even from such a distance, the endless gale hurt everyone's faces.
Some of the smaller demons were even blown away, but Paladin King quickly grabbed one with sharp reflexes.
"This... this is..."
Everyone stared blankly at the distant scene, at a loss for words.
Especially Zeldine, who stood frozen in place, her mouth wide open as if her brain had completely shut down.
"Mr. Claussolas, this..."
Misha didn't know what to say either. "This power is too great... all those Kartel people must have been... uh, could there have been any collateral damage?"
"Do not ask such dark questions of a warrior of light."
Claussolas's voice seemed to carry a sense of joy, as if a plan had succeeded. "Weren't you trying to deal with that Kartel organization? A traditional swordsman would have to kill them one by one, which is far too inefficient. But the power of light is different..."
"It's highly efficient."