Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Morris, with the unique blue eyes of the elf tribe, gradually entered an area enveloped in a powerful aura. The ground was paved with purple magic stones, and each stone seemed to be speaking to him, warning of unknown threats ahead.
As he approached the center of the aura, he saw a sword stuck in a huge pit. The sword was exquisitely shaped but tainted with black evil energy, as if it came from another world. A gem was missing from the hilt, as if waiting for something to arrive.
Morris dared not be careless at all, he knew that this black evil energy was definitely not simple. At this moment, his sword emitted a beam of light, illuminating the entire area. He continued to cautiously step forward, the light becoming brighter and brighter, until he saw the center of the aura. There was a sword, delicately inserted into a huge pit. The shape of this sword was extremely exquisite, but it was covered with a layer of eerie black evil energy. Its blade seemed to have been tempered, and there was a gemstone inlay on the hilt that was empty, as if waiting for some mysterious element.
Morris frowned, feeling the tense atmosphere in the air, as if the sword itself had some kind of consciousness, coldly observing him. In that instant, Morris felt the Seven-colored gemstones inside him suddenly emit a flashing light. This light was so bright that it almost dazzled him, and it was clearly different from its previous radiance. It gently surrounded him, and then seemed to produce some kind of incredible resonance with that sword.
Suddenly, the seven-colored gemstones, as if drawn by an invisible force, flew away from Morris's body and rushed towards the sword. Upon touching the hilt, a brilliant light burst forth, almost igniting the entire space. In this dazzling beam of light, the surrounding darkness and evil energy seemed to be swept away by a divine wind, disappearing without a trace.
Morris couldn't help but walk towards the sword, filled with both curiosity and excitement, but also with deep nervousness. His arm reached out, and with every inch closer to the sword, an indescribable shock accompanied the movement.
Finally, his fingers lightly touched the sword hilt, and the light not only shimmered again, but also became even more dazzling than before. This radiant light spread from his palm to his whole body, making him feel as if he were being pierced by lightning.
It seems to be an instinct that comes from the depths of the soul, a natural response inherent from birth. He involuntarily chants a distant incantation.
"Through the baptism of time, bestowed with the grace of the gods. Grant this sword the supreme power to eradicate evil, the judge of sin, return to my hand."
Even more surprising, a faint and elusive divine pattern suddenly appeared on Morris's forehead.
This pattern had never appeared before, as if it had been awakened from some deep place within him, carrying an ancient and mysterious power.
"I finally found you, the judge of sin." Morris murmured to the sword in his hand.
Morris opened his eyes, and in his blue pupils, there seemed to be a different kind of radiance, deeper and more majestic than before. It was as if infused with an ancient and noble spirit. His skin became smoother and more even in color.
The originally flowing golden hair now appears even more radiant, as if it has been washed by moonlight.
The already handsome face now exudes even more dignity, as if carved with the wisdom and courage of generations.
Morris recalled a distant memory, a part of his past that he had long forgotten - who he was, where he came from, and what his mission was. Everything seemed to become clear in that moment.
"So that's it, I finally understand," Morris murmured softly.
Suddenly, a dark shadow rapidly approached from a distance, moving at an extremely fast speed, almost catching people off guard.
"Be careful!" a voice sounded in his mind, it was the voice of the Seven-colored gemstones.
Morris instantly swung his sword to block the dark figure, only to find it was a sharp blade coated with poison.
"Hmph, an assassin. Who goes there?" Morris asked in a cold voice.
The dark figure did not respond, only disappeared into the darkness, then launched another attack.
Morris did not dare to be careless at all. He knew that this dark figure was definitely not simple. At this moment, his sword emitted a beam of light, as if dispelling all the gloom, making the dark figure clearer in an instant. Morris tightly gripped his newly acquired sword. In fact, he couldn't be completely sure of all the abilities of this sword, but he deeply believed that it was extraordinary.
"Come out, there's no need to hide anymore," Morris called out with a forceful tone.
A cold laughter emanated from the darkness, "Haha, Morris, you truly are remarkable. To actually detect my presence. That sword looks quite formidable, what is its name?"
"The sword is called the Judicator of Sin," Morris replied smoothly, even though he had just learned all of this as well.
"Judicator of Sin? Sounds like a name that's meant to make evil suffer a bit,"
"If darkness is a symbol of sin and evil, then the judge of sin will be merciless." Morris responded, the sword gleaming as if echoing his words.
The dark figure gradually emerged from the shadows, revealing a strange face intertwined with human and beast, it was Azansos, representing the forces of destruction and chaos.
"This is your true form, Azansos," said Morris calmly.
"Yeah, be careful, I won't show mercy." As Azansos spoke, a black magic sphere suddenly appeared in his hand and flew towards Morris.
Morris tightly grasped the sword of judgment, lightly touching the incoming spell with the tip of his blade. In an instant, the spell was absorbed by the sword's light and transformed into a beam of light that reflected back towards Azansos.
"What?!" Azansos exclaimed in shock. His body shook violently, and just as the beam was about to touch him, he turned into a black mist and evaded it.
"A very powerful sword, but do you think that's enough to defeat me?"
Morris smiled slightly, "I haven't gone all out yet."
Following that, Morris raised his sword high above his head, the tip pointing towards the sky, and chanted an unknown incantation. Suddenly, a large amount of light gathered in the sky, like a meteor, and all of it poured into the Judgement of Sin. With a great flash of light, Morris swung at Azansos.
"Judgment of sin!"
A dazzling rainbow beam of light instantly pierced through Azansos's body, causing the surrounding space to briefly distort due to the immense energy impact.
Azansos This time, he really disappeared. He mistakenly thought it was just a powerful magical weapon, not an exclusive artifact of a deity.
However, he can't be entirely blamed. After all, he was only the evil power left over from the first battle of the gods, witnessing only the power of The Goddess of Light, Su Lea and The Dark God Othus.
Azansos's body began to disintegrate, ultimately turning into billowing black mist, dissipating into the air.
"This time, evil cannot escape judgment." Morris sheathed his sword, smiled slightly, then turned and walked away. He knew that this was just the beginning of the story, with more challenges awaiting him and his companions ahead.
On his forehead, the blurry divine pattern totem became clearer and clearer, as if foreshadowing that he was about to embark on a legendary path.
Comment 0 Comment Count