She Is Not a Witch Chapter 117: Iron Stowett

In the darkness, the light of the torch gradually weakened, and the flickering dark red light made people worry that it would go out at any time.

Viscount Moruo looked at the stone platform in front of him, this is the last place. The well-defined stone platform is like a ladder, step by step upward. On the top of the stone platform, a magnificent oval gem is slowly suspended, exuding a faint fluorescence, and the accumulation of dust and rust can be vaguely seen below it Stained long sword.

"Is this the treasure that has been buried for thousands of years?" An officer in red greedily looked at the gem.

"There is a special magical power on it, and it is so peaceful and silent." The two people around them also looked at the gemstone and slowly evaluated it.

"This is not an ordinary thing. I think we need to store it first and hand it over to the royal family for verification."

"I think so." They didn't intend to give this treasure to Viscount Moruo, even if the other party brought them in.

"You, how could you be like this... such a dishonesty, treachery, this is a betrayal..." Viscount Mo Ruo seemed very angry, standing aside to criticize, but a little scared, he is fighting at the moment But these three people.

"You can say whatever you want, Lord Viscount."

They didn't care about the speech of this weak Viscount at all. Perhaps in the past, the Viscount was quite a nobleman, but now in the southern border, the power of the nobles has been purged in large numbers, and naturally they are no longer as noble as they used to be.

The three left the viscount alone, quickened their pace, and climbed towards the high platform. But as it got closer, the gem became brighter and emitted circles of light blue ripples, which made the hearts of the three people who approached chill.

They retreated again, carefully avoiding the spreading ripples, and then cautiously tried again.

A stone was thrown, rolled to the ground without any response, and then tried to pull out the sword to test the ripples, and then a cold magic power spread from the sword, and the hand holding the sword was gone. Immediately froze.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two people around forcibly knocked down their swords and broke the short-term connection. Only then did the officer fall to the ground, panting for the rest of his life.

"It seems that we still have to find Viscount Moruo." As they spoke, the two brought Viscount Moruo not far behind again.

"I know what to do, because this is a secret of our family, so you must take me with you to avoid the curse." Viscount Moruo said firmly.

"Okay, I'll take you with me." As they spoke, the two of them held Viscount Moruo and moved forward again.

When they approached this step again, the gemstone emitted ripples again. Seeing this, Mo Ruo hurriedly took out the small blood bottle in his arms and sprinkled it on the ripples.

After contacting the ripples, bursts of fluorescent star points spread in the air, and part of the blood splashed on the gemstone.

A burst of red light flowed, and the gemstone slowly descended, as if it had been tamed. Seeing this, Viscount Moruo rushed over excitedly.

"Let's go, Mr. Mo Ruo." The two officers behind grabbed Mo Ruo, kicked him to the side, and then moved forward.

The bodies of the two rolled in the dust on the stone platform, and then they fought with each other. Although they didn't kill each other, seeing the two people getting more and more jealous, it seemed that the internal strife was unavoidable.

After another round of punching and kicking, the two struggled to stand up, but one of them still held the gem tightly in his palm and refused to let go.

The two stared at each other, as if hesitating whether to turn their faces completely, but fortunately, footsteps came from the stone platform again.

"Has the treasure been taken yet?"

Yan Liuyan looked at the two people in front of him with a knife in his hand, and asked casually. And not far behind him, a girl in a black and red dress also stepped out slowly.

"What do you want to do?" The two of them didn't answer Yan Liuyan, but retreated vigilantly. Compared to their Sequence 5 masters, they, Sequence 6 masters, were really hard to provoke, and it was not safe to be underground.

"I just want to see what kind of treasure it is, and it's worth all the trouble, but judging by the way you two seem to be unwilling to show it."

"This is a secret of the empire, you better not ask too much." The two shook their heads, then slowly backed away, ready to find a chance to leave.

Unfortunately, a familiar figure blocked behind the two of them.

"Do you want to see what kind of treasure it is? It's really a simple matter, Kakaka." Viscount Moruo's piercing and sinister laughter suddenly sounded.

"You—" Before the two officers could react, a sword light slanted across, and the two of them rolled to the ground like candied haws. In a pool of blood.

In just a split second, Mo Ruo chopped the two of them in half, and only then did Yan Liuyan notice the distinctive long sword in Viscount Mo Ruo's hand.

The sword body is rusty, but the edge is like a silver line, sharp and dangerous, and at the same time exudes a strange magic power.

"This is..." Yan Liuyan guessed, then frowned, squatted down slowly, and put his hand on the handle of the knife. He sensed the great danger, and the perception in the extraordinary core told him how sharp and terrifying the long sword was.

This is not a creation of ordinary people, but a natural treasure, a remnant of a god.

Yan Liuyan, who has studied in Emenas, naturally knows what it refers to. It represents limited power, a legendary creation that is only inferior to the power of a witch, a weapon of ancient heroes, a term that has been passed down in history, and countless people yearn for. the great 'holy relic'.

"Oh, did you guess it, Mr. Yan Liuyan, hehe." Viscount Mo Ruo, who was as short as an old man, raised the long sword and stroked it slowly intoxicated.

"Seeing how nervous you are, you probably know what this is. That's right, this is the real treasure in this ruins. It's ridiculous that these ignorant and superficial soldiers dismiss it, hahaha."

"What kind of **** legion? The stupid dog that the new emperor has brought out. It's uneducated and barking around. It's really disgusting." Feeling the special magic power from the long sword, his body became stronger and stronger. It has never been so carefree and enjoyable as it is now.

He couldn't wait to find someone to show off and talk about this feeling, so he vented the sulking he had received during this period of time.

"Although the process was indeed a bit tortuous, it still belongs to me." Holding the sword, Viscount Mo Ruo slowly opened his eyes, and his mood gradually calmed down.

"It's a pity, Mr. Yan Liuyan, although I am very grateful for your protection all the way, but in order not to leak out today's secret, I have no choice but to ask you to die here."

After finishing speaking, the short Viscount Moruo kicked his feet, and the rusty sword in his hand slashed down in the air, cutting gray afterimages in the air.

Faced with this sudden attack, Yan Liuyan naturally wouldn't just sit still. The scorching flame blade gushed out from the scabbard, flashing a gorgeous arc of light, and also slashed at the short figure.

The two weapons crossed each other, only a slight tearing sound was heard, Yan Liuyan's long knife cut open like tofu in an instant, and the flames on the blade also exploded on Viscount Mo Ruo.

But what is surprising is that the flames that can incinerate monsters did not have much effect on Viscount Moruo, he stepped out of the flames with ease, chased and chopped down again.

Although the speed is slightly slower than Yan Liuyan, with the blessing of the rusty long sword, Yan Liuyan is as vulnerable to this attack as an unarmored baby.

The cold and sharp blade cut across his arm, bringing up hot blood, after a round of confrontation, Yan Liuyan was already injured. He had to concentrate on dodging the slashing blade, trying to find a chance to escape.

Another acceleration and slash, the red gray sword arc swept across, Yan Liuyan had to roll to the ground, dodging this dangerous attack in the gravel and mud. It's a pity that he passed this time, and he couldn't dodge afterwards. After all, after rolling on the ground, he lost the ability to move quickly.

The gray-red sword blade was chasing after him, and Mo Ruo shouted excitedly, watching the powerful oriental swordsman dodge under his sword in embarrassment, allowing himself to be slaughtered, this kind of carefreeness is as charming as poison.

"Hahaha, that's it, that's it, that's it? It's not enough!" The savage voice seemed crazy.

Viscount Mo Ruo seemed to have turned into an iron man who knew no pain and would not be injured, slashing recklessly amidst the cracking of the gravel, even though he had no rules, the sword light still gradually pushed Yan Liuyan to an end.

"Let me see your strength! Stand up, you barbarian from the east, why are you so weak!" The long sword was used as a hammer, and it was swung in the hands of the Viscount Mo Ruo, cutting open from time to time. The ground brought up bursts of dust and gravel. He was not in a hurry to deal with Yan Liuyan, but wanted to experience the thrill of being crushed.

"Stop it, Viscount Morrow."

Finally, a clear voice sounded from the side, and then Mo Ruo only felt as if he had hit cotton, and the blade of the sword was slow and felt a slight rebound.

"Are you...? Oh yes, and you, Miss Mesia." Viscount Moruo saw the girl in the dark with a greedy smile on his face.

"Miss Mesia will follow me from now on, I think you have no right to refuse." He finally stopped, kicked Feiyan Liuyan, and stepped towards this rare and peerless girl. step closer.

"However, I refuse." Lorraine Hill's pupils blinked, looking at the text on the virtual screen.

[War Iron Stowett] (Holy Creation): At the end of the "Sun of the Wings of God", the holy creation made from the fragments of the crown of God has some powers.

Ability:

[Silver Iron Conversion] (the ability to convert other substances into iron)

[Iron Edge Sharpening] (can manipulate iron-containing objects and sharpen their blades)

No wonder, if the treasure is a sacred object, everything makes sense. Lorraine Hill suddenly remembered the various monsters encountered along the way, all of which seemed to be related to steel.

The rusty black bear blocking the way, the iron-backed wolf in the forest, and the metal snake that was killed when saving Lottie.

Although such a sacred object is much more rigid and simpler than the witch's power, it is still an incredible artifact in the eyes of many mortals. Even if there is only Sequence 3, the Viscount Moruo can chase after Sequence 6 after getting it.

"Do you still want to resist? Poor Miss Messia, then let me punish you and cut off those hands holding the sword." Seeing that Messia was still indifferent, the short Viscount Morrow felt indifferent. Turning into anger from embarrassment, he rushed over with the sword again.

A tinkling sound resounded in the dark underground ruins, the torch rolled down to the ground, and the dark red light was obscured endlessly. With normal dancing steps, he easily dodged Viscount Moruo's attack.

Extremely sharp, but as long as you can't hit it, it's meaningless.

Lorland Hill is much more flexible than Yan Liuyan, but facing such a sensitive opponent, Viscount Moruo can only be incompetent and furious.

"Stop it!" He shouted angrily, no one would dare to tease him like this on weekdays.

"No." The girl's pale blue eyes stared at the rusty long sword, and she kept analyzing it. Her body danced like a black and red butterfly, flashing across the ground, drawing circles, avoiding the sword that was constantly swinging down. s attack.

Finally, the Viscount Mo Ruo was exhausted. He held his sword and looked at the girl who was still not far from him, feeling angrily in his heart.

Why, obviously possessing a powerful holy object, breaking through the shackles of the past, and beating that powerful Eastern swordsman to crawl all over the ground, and I am no longer as weak as before. In such an exciting and happy moment, why does this girl still refuse to obey me, why is she still so relaxed and comfortable with only Sequence 5?

Why? Why? Why?

The anger and fear in his heart stirred together like magma and ice, making Viscount Moruo extremely confident and extremely afraid. Confident in the sacred object in his hand, but afraid of losing this short-term strength.

He doesn't want to go back to the past and be kicked around like a bug by those officers.

"I am a noble Viscount! Stop!" He stood still, his eyes were bloodshot, and he swung the long sword in his hand, pointing directly at the girl in front of him.

Facing Viscount Morrow who suddenly shouted angrily, Lorraine Hill finally felt a hint of danger, as if standing behind the door and hearing someone turn the keyhole, it was a sign of the operation of power. At this moment, Lorraine Hill's figure turned into a lavender fluorescent flash, avoiding Viscount Morrow's sight. And immediately behind her, a long and narrow strip of silver iron stretched like ice.

The original stone floor turned into silver pure iron, smooth and weird.

[Silver and Iron Transformation] Viscount Mo Ruo finally used the ability attached to the holy object.

But this attack did not leave Lorraine Hill behind, he scanned his eyes again anxiously, hoping to find the figure of the girl in the darkness. It's a pity that there are not many remaining torches on the ground, and the sporadic and weak sparks are not enough to illuminate the surroundings. The darkness is like a monster of nothingness, devouring everything around.

Viscount Moruo held his sword nervously, and moved in small steps, preparing to find an opportunity to meet up with the butler behind him. This is one of the few loyal subordinates.

However, this time, Lorraine Hill planned to make a move.

The lavender fluorescence flashed in the air, and before Viscount Mo Ruo could react~IndoMTL.com~ a sword light slashed down on his head.

The sword blade cut Mo Ruo's body with a large amount of sparks, as if cutting on thick steel, full of resistance, and after the blade passed through, the shallow cut wounds were healed together again, blending into pure Steel, as if it had never been attacked.

"Hahaha, that's all. It scared me." Seeing that the other party couldn't hurt him, Mo Ruo shouted excitedly, and the original worries were swept away.

"This is the power of the 'Holy Object', no wonder it is so beautiful." As if he had realized it, he clasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and then swept across it suddenly.

Silver steel extends outward from the sword light, and the extremely thin steel is instantly formed in the air, dividing this underground space into two isolated parts. Then the steel fell, and there was a sound of struggle and tearing in the distance.

"Is it there?" Viscount Mo Ruo, who was holding a long sword, rushed over again. The long sword in his hand slashed wantonly in the air, forming lines of steel in an instant, dismembering the world in a roar, forming one by one. isolated space.

The originally empty ground floor of the ruins has also turned into a forest-like steel labyrinth.