Why? Why? Why?
The anger and fear in his heart stirred like magma and ice, leaving Viscount Moruo both extremely confident and extremely afraid. He was confident in the sacred object in his hand, yet terrified of losing this fleeting power.
He didn't want to go back to the past and be kicked around like a bug by those officers.
"I am a noble viscount! Stop right there!" He stood still, his eyes bloodshot, and swung the sword in his hand with all his might, pointing directly at the girl in front of him.
Facing Viscount Moruo's sudden outburst, Loran Hill finally sensed a hint of danger, like standing behind a door and hearing someone turn the key—the trace of power at work. In that instant, Loran Hill's figure transformed into a pale purple glow, disappearing from Viscount Moruo's sight. And then, behind her, a narrow, silver-iron line stretched out like ice.
The original stone floor turned into silver pure iron, smooth and strange.
[Silver-Iron Transformation], Viscount Mo Ruo finally used the power attached to the holy object.
But this attack didn't leave Loran Hill behind. He glanced around again, anxiously, hoping to spot the girl in the darkness. Unfortunately, the remaining torches on the ground were few and far between. The scattered, faint sparks were barely enough to illuminate the surroundings. The darkness, like a nihilistic monster, devoured everything around it.
Viscount Mo Ruo nervously gripped his sword and moved in small steps, preparing to find an opportunity to meet up with the steward behind him, one of his few loyal subordinates.
However, this time, Loran Hill planned to take action.
A light purple fluorescent light flashed in the air, and before Viscount Mo Ruo could react, a sword light slashed down on his head.
The sword blade cut into Mo Ruo's body, creating large sparks, as if it was cutting into thick steel, full of resistance. But after the sword blade passed, the shallow wound healed again and melted into pure steel, as if it had never been attacked.
"Hahaha, that's all. It even scared me." Seeing that the other party couldn't hurt him, Mo Ruo shouted excitedly, and his original worries were swept away.
"This is the power of the 'holy object'. No wonder it is so beautiful." He seemed to have reacted, and he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, then suddenly swept it across.
Silver steel extended from the sword's edge, and an extremely thin layer of steel instantly formed in mid-air, dividing the underground space into two isolated parts. Then the steel fell, and a sound of struggling and tearing could be heard in the distance.
"Is it there?" Viscount Mo Ruo rushed forward again holding a long sword. The long sword in his hand slashed wantonly in the air. Lines of steel formed instantly, dismembering the world and shattering it with a whistling sound, forming isolated spaces.
The originally empty bottom floor of the ruins was transformed into a forest-like steel maze.
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