"The skin looks good, but with this kind of shiny equipment, wouldn't the enemy immediately spot something wrong?"
This assessment comes from the third generation of heroes.
"Seriously, is that gold on top? Can I take the hilt off and sell it?"
This assessment comes from the fifth generation of heroes.
"What an outdated color scheme! Can't we come up with something more ferocious or dark?"
This assessment comes from the Ninth Generation Hero.
However, although these people also reached the pinnacle of power, they were still not as powerful as the first hero.
Moreover, having used the Holy Sword for so long, they've developed an attachment to it, and no one has actually changed its appearance.
Now, the soldier gripped the sword hilt and, using the power techniques he had learned in the ranks, exerted every ounce of strength in his body to try and lift it with all his might.
"Get up...!"
Oh, he looks like he's really fired up. Does this passionate outburst have any effect?
"..."
The holy sword remained completely still.
The soldier's veins were bulging, his face was red, and his body was trembling slightly.
Clearly, he has done his best.
The current result is that after a flurry of impressive actions, the final score is 0-5.
"bump……"
After half a minute of effort, he was still exhausted and sat on the ground panting.
As for the Holy Sword? It hasn't changed at all.
He was carried away, and then one soldier after another came up and tried to draw their swords.
Each of them believed in their ability to succeed.
However, regardless of their strength or skills, all of them failed.
"Do you see that, Your Majesty? This is the power of knowledge. With our magic combined, no one can successfully draw the sword."
"That puts my mind at ease. Apart from the person wearing the special item, no one else can draw the sword..."
Their plan was flawless.
On the other side, in a small alley.
"Do you think I'll be able to pull out the sword? I heard that sword won't break; it's practically the perfect kitchen knife."
"Mmm..."
"Besides, once I get the Holy Sword, there will definitely be a constant stream of monsters coming to me. I won't need to hunt them anymore. Isn't that great?"
"Mmm..."
"Dude, why aren't you saying anything?"
El looked at the demon lying on the ground, and the demon looked up at him and pointed to his throat where a shoe had stepped on it.
If you want me to speak, at least move your foot away!
"Oh, sorry, I forgot. But I'm not going to take it away, otherwise what if you run away?"
El had already checked into his hotel room and had only been out for a short while when he ran into this guy.
He walked alone into the dimly lit alley, looking ordinary and without any great power.
It's like he's stacked up all the buffs, a greedy demon wanting to eat something before starting his mission.
Unexpectedly, the hunter was caught in a trap; El was the real predator.
"I've never eaten a demon before, your flesh shouldn't disappoint me, right?"
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