Chapter 487 The Fifth Master of the Demonic Sword
Outside the King's City of Cecilia, the Light Alliance Legion gathered together and made full preparations for the siege.
In the main tent of the garrison, the leaders of various legions gathered together to discuss the plan of attacking the city.
The Dark God personally set up a defensive formation outside the royal city, which even the Elf King could not break.
If the defense formation is not broken, we cannot enter the city. How can we have the final showdown with the God of Darkness without entering the city?
Everyone was extremely worried and came up with countless plans, but they were all rejected.
"Teacher, is there really no way to crack it?" Dragon King Harmon asked the Elf King sitting in the main seat.
The Elf King has lived for tens of thousands of years and is proficient in magic. If even he can't break the defensive formation, how can this war continue?
The Elf King didn't respond immediately. Instead, Purshi, who was sitting to the side, spoke up, "I've battled the Dark God's clones for tens of thousands of years in the Snow Mountain Labyrinth, and I'm well aware of his strength. This defensive formation is incredibly sophisticated, with over a thousand layers of magic runes alone. Breaking it would likely take at least two weeks, if not ten days."
A thousand layers of magic runes?
When the others heard this, they couldn't help but gasp.
The God is worthy of being a God, his defensive formation is so varied.
The dwarf leader asked, "We have so many powerful magicians, and we can't crack a mere thousand layers?"
Present were the Elf King, the Mermaid King, the former Dark Elf King, and many magic gods from the Snow Mountain Labyrinth. They were all "antiques" who had lived for tens of thousands of years and had reached the pinnacle of magical attainments. As long as they joined forces, they would be able to break the defense formation of the God of Darkness.
Aung Orakiri's pale golden eyes shot him a cold glance. "It's not that simple."
Every magic circle has certain rules and laws. The Dark God's defense circle belongs to dark magic. Only a magician who has mastered dark magic can break it.
If he was still a dark elf and had not betrayed the God of Darkness, he might have been able to give it a try, but now that he had turned back into a white elf, he could no longer use high-level dark magic.
As for the Elf King... although he possesses seven attributes, he is the Son of Light and should not be good at dark magic.
Ang Orakiri frowned and looked at the chief blond elf involuntarily.
After ten thousand years, they finally stopped being at loggerheads and sat together calmly, discussing plans to defeat the God of Darkness.
The dwarf chief was poured cold water by Ang Orakiri and grumbled in dissatisfaction.
The goblin chief sitting next to him moved his ears and, as expected, heard him cursing.
They and the dark elves are sworn enemies. If they didn't have the same goal, they would have turned the table and left long ago.
Who wants to sit with the executioner?
Unfortunately, now that they have been "whitewashed" and are very powerful, as one of the main forces of the Alliance of Light, they cannot be moved for the time being.
“Does it have to be broken with magic?” Ilio asked, stroking his smooth chin.
Hearing this, everyone looked at him at the same time.
"If the magic circle is not broken by magic, what can be used?" Etandin asked mockingly.
What magic does a young elf who is only over 500 years old know?
Just because he is the Elf King's disciple, we cannot allow him to enter the main tent and cause trouble.
Ilio was not angry and grinned at the former dark elf elder.
Disio, who had turned into a tiny creature, looked at Ilio's smiling face, full of confusion.
Has the sun risen from the west?
Ilio didn't even turn on the taunt mode to fight back?
"Oh, if only Sperian were here." Budno, who was sitting next to him at the table, muttered with his chin in his hand.
After persuading the sea elves, the four little goblins rode their Farm horses and flew back to the Elf Kingdom without stopping. They just caught up with the elves and goblins army going to battle and wanted to catch up immediately.
However, they were too young to meet the requirements for fighting and were not allowed to go to the battlefield.
The four little goblins immediately quit.
They have taken so many risks and done so much, and now they are just one step away from success. How can they miss it?
Besides, Sperian is still purifying the branches of the mother tree in Vanaku!
So, Angel came up with an idea. After the army set out, they would secretly go through the root system of the mother tree and teleport directly to the battlefield.
Kumandi made a careful plan, allowing the roots of the mother tree to accurately find the foothold of the elves and goblins, and then fish in troubled waters.
The plan went smoothly, except that Ilio caught him in less than a day.
Fortunately, Ilio did not make things difficult for the goblins and led them to fight personally. After learning about the situation, the Elf King acquiesced to their actions.
The goblins breathed a sigh of relief. The only thing that puzzled them was that ten days had passed, the Light Alliance Legion had reached the capital of Cecilia, but there was no news from Sperien.
When asked about the mother tree, the mother tree said that it was still doing purification work and could not be disturbed for the time being.
well--
Disio, Angel, and Budno sighed in unison, while Kumandi was holding a small notebook, making notes, unaffected at all.
When everyone had finished their discussion and the main tent had quieted down, the Elf King finally spoke: "There is a quick way."
He looked at the four Demon Sword Masters sitting together.
"Huh?"
Suddenly becoming the focus of attention, Seleu, Leon, Eumis, and Mnemo looked at each other in bewilderment.
The Elf King said: "The magic sword is the nemesis of darkness. It can not only seal the god of darkness, but also break any dark magic."
After his reminder, cheerful discussions suddenly broke out in the main tent.
"Great! Now we don't have to wait ten days or half a month!"
"As expected of the Elf King, his brain is really good."
"Then...shall we go and break the defense formation now?"
"Wait, there are five magic swords in total, and there are only four magic sword masters here. Where is the remaining sword?"
"Oh, yes, it seems the fifth Demon Sword Master has not been found yet."
"Can the four magic swords break the formation?"
"It's hard to say."
"Don't be impatient, listen to what the Elf King says!"
After a while, the main tent became quiet again.
The Elf King smiled slightly and said, "The last magic sword is with Sperian."
Who is Sperian?
Most of the people here know this.
Sperien is a young elf who has just reached adulthood. He is the Elf King's apprentice, recognized by the five elemental elves, and the only magician on the continent who can cast instant magic. Not long ago, he purified all the dark elves, restoring them to white elves.
He is simply the darling of the gods, more like the Son of Light than the Elf King.
Elio raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of which, what on earth is that little fellow busy about?"
They said they were purifying the branches of the mother tree, but how come there is no trace of it? Wang has been frowning for the past ten days.
The Elf King lowered his eyes and looked at the ground. "Here it comes."
Hey? What's coming?
Just when everyone was confused, something seemed to be about to break out from under the main tent.
“Crunch, crunch—”
In full view of everyone, a thick brown tree root suddenly emerged from the ground, the soil was pushed to both sides, and the roots grew rapidly and lay horizontally on the ground.
Enemy attack?
Those who didn't know the truth nervously gripped their weapons.
Seeing this, Disio, Angel, Budno, and Kumandi's eyes lit up, and they quickly spread their wings behind them and flew near the tree roots.
Ang Olaqiri and Etandin frowned when they saw the familiar tree roots.
Sure enough, a small head popped out from the tree roots.
“Wow—”
Many people were shocked.
But soon, they saw who the little head belonged to.
Then a little golden-haired elf emerged from the tree roots, spread its gauze-like wings, flapped them gently, and flew into the air. Its whole body was glowing with a faint fluorescent light, and it was extremely beautiful.
It's Sperian!
"Uh, hi~~hello everyone~~"
Shu Li had just left the roots of the mother tree when he was suddenly stared at by so many pairs of eyes. Feeling a little embarrassed, he stretched out his little paws and greeted politely.
"Sperian, you're finally here!"
Discio, Angel, and Budno rushed over, hugged him tightly, and rubbed him hard.
"Where have you been for the past ten days? Why did you just come?"
"That's right, that's right. If you don't come soon, the war will be over."
"Has the mother tree been purified?"
Shu Li was almost out of breath after being hugged by the three little fairies, and looked at Kumandi for help.
Kumandi flew over, reached out and touched his head, and said to the three little elves who were holding him tightly, "Business is more important."
The three little goblins then reluctantly let go.
Saved!
Shu Li hurriedly got away from the clutches of his friends, looked around, saw the Elf King sitting in the chief seat, and flew towards him without hesitation.
"King~~I'm late!"
He threw himself into the Elf King's arms and rubbed his chest hard.
I haven't seen you for more than ten days. I miss you so much.
However, the most important thing was that he did not tell his lover that he had been underground for ten days, which made her worry.
Actually, we can't blame him. Who knew it would take so long to eliminate the source of pollution?
If I had known this earlier, I would have informed you in advance.
I hope the Elf King is not angry.
After Shu Li finished rubbing, he quietly looked up and observed the Elf King's expression.
His eyes were as gentle as ever, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Great! No anger!
"It's good that you're back," the Elf King whispered softly, letting the little goblin sit in the palm of his hand, stroking it affectionately with his fingers, his expression as usual.
Shu Li knelt down obediently, rubbed her cheek against the Elf King's fingertips, and reported the situation seriously.
"I originally wanted to move the branches of the mother tree to the Elven Kingdom, but Oenomisis said that the branches were too deeply rooted and could not be moved. Only by clearing the source of the underground pollution can Vanaku be restored to its original state..."
He gave a brief account of his purification process, which shocked everyone in the main tent.
What?
Was Wanaku once a place with birds singing and flowers blooming, spring all year round, fertile land and abundant resources?
Is it because of the pollution sources buried underground that this place has become a barren place where no birds shit and no turtles come ashore?
Also, the source of pollution is the God of Night of the Sak clan?
The God of Darkness not only killed the God of Night, but also buried his body underground in Vanaku, becoming the source of pollution of the land.
After listening to the little elf's narration, Ang Olaqiri's eyes flickered slightly and his mood was complicated.
He believed that he was once an ally of the God of Darkness, but he never expected that the other party treated him as a fool and deliberately created a piece of land seriously polluted by darkness, causing the dark elves to suffer for tens of thousands of years.
In short, the little goblin was not wrong to be called a fool, he was just a fool.
After Shu Li finished speaking, she looked at the Elf King with her bright green eyes.
The Elf King looked him in the eyes deeply, a flash of red in his eyes that passed without anyone noticing. He praised him gently, "You did very well."
Shu Li grinned and laughed happily: "Hehehe~~"
Ilio, who was sitting nearby, shook his head secretly. The little goblin was really clueless, thinking he had gotten away with it. Tsk tsk.
If the situation wasn't wrong, he would have been beaten by Wang a long time ago!
"Sperian, quickly take out the magic sword. You're the only one missing." Dizio urged anxiously, "We need to use the magic sword to break the Dark God's defense formation."
Shu Li had just arrived and didn't know the situation. After hearing what Disio said, he flew out of the Elf King's palm and suddenly released his original power. In front of everyone, he changed from a tiny thing to an ordinary human body.
Some people who had never seen a goblin "transform" opened their eyes wide in surprise.
Shu Li took out the sword of Boshug from the storage ring and asked, "This sword has not yet found its owner..."
Before he could finish his words, Boshug's sword suddenly flew out of his hand and flew in front of a swordsman.
"Wow?"
The others were surprised and looked sideways at the swordsman.
Nasha turned her head and looked at Senluo who was sitting next to her in surprise.
Senluo was her bodyguard. He once took her all the way from Pedam to the Kingdom of Dalia, and safely sent her to the palace and handed her over to the queen. After making sure that her life was stable, he resolutely left and disappeared since then.
It was not until recently that Nasha learned that for so many years, Sen Luo had been looking for like-minded people to form a resistance army with the mission of overthrowing the Cecilia Kingdom ruled by Denton Trick.
She knew that Sen Luo was very strong and had a high talent for swordsmanship. After more than 20 years of training, he had been promoted from a great swordsman to a great swordsman, and was only one step away from becoming a sword saint. But she didn't expect that he was actually the fifth master of the magic sword.
Like everyone else, Sen Luo didn't understand why the magic sword floated in front of him. He frowned and stared at the pitch-black sword.
“Zheng——”
The sword of Boshug made a crisp sound.
Shu Li's eye twitched.
This familiar feeling...is it time to sing?
"Brave swordsman
You are as strong as a mountain
To defend the beliefs in my heart
You bravely cross thousands of mountains and rivers
Leaving a trail of firm footprints
The stars guide you
The moon lights the way for you
When evil strikes
Please hold the hilt of my sword
Draw the sword of justice
Eliminate darkness and welcome light
..."
A deep and beautiful song echoed in the main tent. Leon, Eumis, and Mnemo, all masters of the magic sword, stood up and drew the magic swords hanging at their waists.
The magic swords gathered together, emitting a dazzling light.
Listening to the poem, Sen Luo involuntarily grasped the hilt of the sword of Boshug and slowly drew out the blade——
Powerful force surged into his body from his palm, and the bottleneck that had shackled him for a long time was instantly broken through. His level rose from high-level swordsman to sword saint in an instant.
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