After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 70

"During the day, I found blood stains in the cracks of the bricks on the ground of the church."

Dana walked under the moonlight, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her expression was dignified.

It was already early summer, and the calls of insects and frogs rang out in the grass.

"Has it been going on for days?" Burgess asked.

"Probably. He has been unable to accept his true identity. The more so, the erosion from evil will have a stronger effect on him. Because this is the gap between the heart and the abyss."

Dana looked up at the night sky.

Tonight's moonlight is very bright, and the light of the stars is covered up a lot. The stars around Shuangyue are very dim, making Shuangyue's figure particularly lonely.

"The priest who fights against the darkness, and suddenly finds himself also of the darkness, is vulnerable indeed."

Burgess can understand.

"No." Dana denied the explanation.

Under Burgess' puzzled eyes, he continued: "He didn't understand what light is, or what kindness is.

"He's just emulating Fero. Because Philo is the perfect projection in his heart."

Burgess frowned: "Which position is the man named Ferro in relation to Alger?"

The traces were too deep, so deep that he, the lover, felt a faint jealousy.

"Father, brother, teacher, guide."

"Nothing else?" Burgess looked at the mage.

"What do you think?" Dana looked back at him, with a slight smile in his eyes, "It's true that Ferro shaped Alger's personality, but his influence on Alger is different from your influence on Alger of.

"You're too nervous. Actually, there's no need to be jealous. You underestimate your position in his heart."

"I haven't." Burgess didn't turn his head back, "Aren't we discussing Alger's demonization? He is imitating that person, and then what?"

"He thinks his kindness is false and his beliefs are fake."

"Why... think so?"

"He believed that evil and good cannot coexist, that to affirm one must deny the other."

Burgess' footsteps stopped: "It's too extreme, even the fanatics of the Lord of Goodness may not think so."

Although there are few fanatics among the believers of the Lord of Goodness and Light, due to the special priesthood, his believers are very representative examples.

"Probably because he's more on the chaotic side in that regard."

Dana frowned, thought for a while, finally shook his head, and turned to talk about a seemingly unrelated matter.

"I've been thinking about a question recently. Who is Alger's father?"

"Isn't it confirmed that it's a demon? Or, do you have any other ideas?"

"The devil's bloodline cannot be carried by anyone. After calculation——"

Dana took out a stack of manuscripts and handed them to Burgess. The pages were densely filled with formulas and data.

"I came to a rough conclusion that the half-demons that mortals can conceive can only come from low-level demons. Even according to the physique of most ordinary people, this kind of mixed blood cannot be born at all.

"Even a professional—such as Alger's biological mother, a warlock, can carry no more blood power than a general."

Dana paused, and looked at Burgess who was flipping through the manuscript.

"The blood of a general can destroy the holy sword, do you believe it?"

Even counting the difference between whether there is a saint or not, the difference in the user's actual rank, and the suppression of the gate of hell, the holy sword has actually driven back the monarch-level demons.

How could it be broken because of a half-demon with the blood of a general?

"You think there's something else going on?" Burgess asked.

"Obviously. This is illogical, and even if it is the bloodline of the general level, the demonization and erosion contained in it should not be resisted by mortals. According to this set of rules, he should have been completely demonized long ago."

The mage narrowed his eyes: "Perhaps, the religious order is hiding something from us, or maybe, even they don't know the whole picture."

After a moment of silence between the two, Burgess said, "In a short period of time, these speculations will not come to fruition, so let's forge the holy sword first."

"Besides the lava core, what else do you need?" The mage also understood this and asked cooperatively.

"Everything that can be prepared is ready."

Burgess frowned tightly, and did not relax because of the completion of the preparations, because there were still bigger problems.

"During the ancient continent, the dwarves used the special volcanic rock in the extreme south to shape the template of the holy sword. The first holy sword, that is, the original holy sword that was broken, was cast.

"Now, the extreme south has disappeared, and there is nothing in the world that can withstand the high heat of [Lava Core]."

Once the power of the god-level gemstone [Lava Heart] is released, it can make the never-melting glaciers in the extreme north recede for thousands of miles, and turn the vast western swamp into solid ground.

In places close to it, even the invisible magical energy will be burned up.Only by relying on the rules themselves can their power be restrained.

Even if casting the holy sword only needs a small part of its power to be unsealed, there is no material that can withstand such high heat and provide a template for the formation of the holy sword in the New World.

"So, we can only change casting to forging, and use the power of the alchemy array to shape its shape."

A little sweat broke out on Burgess' brow and the tip of his nose.

In late spring and early summer, the weather has warmed up, but it is not yet hot, and the night wind is still a bit cool.But Burgess' back and palms were covered with sticky sweat.

Too risky.

His experience as a blacksmith master told him.

The method of rashly changing the predecessors is still in the restoration of the special existence of the holy sword.

But there is no other way.

If you want to recast the holy sword, you can only do so.

And, apart from him, no one can have a higher certainty.

The teacher can't either, he has long been a teacher, only a few people know that he is the best.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of the unparalleled talent bestowed on him by the god of alchemy and blacksmithing.

but……

The holy sword is connected with Alger's fate.

The huge pressure made Burgess feel a little suffocated.

No matter how sure he was in front of other people, no matter how many times he simulated and scrutinized, once he remembered this, he would feel a deep panic.

Previous failures were just wasting precious materials and wasting time and energy.Only this time, he didn't even dare to imagine "what if".

"I'm going to see Alger."

Burgess clenched his hands, turned and walked in the direction he had come and gone.

The mage standing behind him did not stop him.

Burgess pushed open the door of the church and strode towards his lover who was kneeling on the ground.

"Alger."

Stand in front of your lover, squat down slowly, and hold the other person's shoulders with your hands.Give him support and draw strength from it.

Alger stopped the self-mutilation movements in his hands, slowly raised his head, and looked at him with scarlet eyes.

"Why are you here?" His tone suppressed the pain, trying to look relaxed, "I'm fine, you know, these are just a little injury to me, I just want to calm down. Go and rest, it's already It's late at night..."

"I'm here with you," Burgess interrupted him.

Alger looked at him silently for a while, then stuffed the blood-stained dagger into his hand: "Then take this, although, it may not be very useful."

The priest who was eroded by the abyss raised the corners of his mouth and tried his best to smile at his lover.The pain affected his face and muscles, making this smile a little unnatural.

Burgess put the dagger on the ground beside him, and put his hand on Alger's cheek.

"Don't force yourself if you can't laugh, I know you are very gentle."

He also loves me deeply.

Burgess leaned over and hugged him, not minding how the blood was smeared all over his body.

It's not because of the "moon god's favor" that "never gets dirty", everything that belongs to the lover is clean.

However, the inherent attributes of the artifact will not change due to the will of the user.Except for the robe itself and the user, it should not be contaminated.

However, this time there is a slight exception——

Pure silvery white light rose from the place where the blood touched the robe, illuminating the sanctuary little by little.

This is……

The moonlight passed through the window and fell on the two people who were embracing each other.

Burgess raised his head slightly and looked towards the window.

The window made of stained glass was pushed open at some point.The warm night wind blows in from the window.

His attention was refocused on the surroundings, and at this moment, he only realized that there was the sound of a lute playing here.

Burgess let go of his lover's hand slightly, and looked towards the sound source behind him.

The bard sat at the foot of the steps leading to the altar, holding his qin in his arms, half-closed his eyes, playing alone.

Smooth notes flowed down from his fingertips, spreading in all directions like quicksand. On the "Moon God's Favor", the rising silver-white light became brighter and brighter with the rhythm of the music.

The lover in his arms seemed to calm down a little amidst the sound of the piano, and he had the energy to pay attention to the abnormal situation.

He lifted his head from Burgess' shoulder, his red eyes refocused.

"Poet," Alger didn't know the bard's name, so he had to refer to him by his profession, "Why are you here?"

The bard didn't answer right away, but just played a song on his own, closed his eyes, and remained intoxicated for a while, then slowly opened his eyes and looked at him.

The bard has a pair of purple eyes, as mysterious as the starry sky, and as magnificent as the aurora in the northern night sky.When those eyes look with a smile, it seems that they can read poetry belonging to the past.

"I'm playing and singing for the legend." The slender, white fingers gently slid across the strings.

Alger panted twice in Burgess' arms, and said with difficulty: "I don't understand what you mean."

The bard's eyes skipped over the two people on the ground and looked towards the door.

"The mage can understand."

Dana, who was standing there alone, walked in from outside the door.

"The lost blood of Silver Moon?"

He came to the side of the two people who were embracing each other, and raised a hand. Hearing the call of the mage, the silver light split out and wrapped around his fingers.

It is the power of the Silver Moon Goddess, and it comes from the same vein as the part of the moonlight that belongs to the bright and clean Silver Moon.And compared to the thin moonlight, the power derived from Alger's blood is even more pure and original.

"The blood of the descendants of the gods...why hasn't anyone found out after he has been in the church for so many years?"

"Some exist," the bard said with a smile, meaningful, "I don't want it to be discovered."

"Then how did you know?"

"Because I'm a bard."

He is a bard, able to learn secrets that are extremely difficult for others to know, and is proficient in the technique of unearthing legends.

If a mage is a mobile library, then a bard is a treasure box full of stories and secrets.

Dana thought for a while: "May I ask your name?"

"No need, it is no longer necessary, I am only a recorder, walking on the continent. If there is a next encounter, please still call me 'bard'."

The bard stood up, came to the open window, held his lute in one hand, and gracefully climbed up the window sill.

"Farewell, mage, blacksmith, and the descendants of Silver Moon."

Dana raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you going through the main entrance?"

"The bard needs a poetic exit."

The poet blinked those strange purple eyes, smiled slightly at the three of them, embraced the lute, turned over the window lightly, and disappeared into the night.