Chapter 69: The Holy Sword that Predicts the Future
"This is incredible!" He felt his heart rate accelerate. "The legendary Holy Sword actually exists."
Kurtz initially treated this thing as a legend.
After all, the Gods of this world are truly Gods in every sense of the word.
Just the fact that their proper forms cannot descend due to their immense power is enough to reveal a hint.
And now you're telling me that even though their proper forms cannot descend, you can still create a Holy Sword that can strike their proper forms from a distance?
It's utterly outrageous!
The Gods themselves would call it cheating!
"But where is it? I don't see it!"
Eric looked around the treasury. The space here wasn't ample, and he could see its end at a glance.
Although there were some swords on a stone platform not far away, they looked vastly different from the legendary Holy Sword. Not even the El's Light that Kurtz currently held could compare.
Moreover, due to the erosion of time, these longswords had become dull. Their leather wrappings had cracked and peeled, leaving bare metal that spoke of centuries of neglect.
After all, not every sword could afford materials like eternal ore, and without meticulous maintenance, even the most formidable sword would lose its original lustre over hundreds of years.
Perhaps in another few hundred or thousand years, these swords would become as rusty as the ones Kurtz saw in the Dragon Clan's lair.
"Could it be hidden? Just like this inner vault."
Norn offered a guess, and everyone nodded in agreement.
After all, something so precious would surely be placed in the most prominent position in the treasury, but now everyone had searched everywhere and hadn't found it.
Either it was hidden or it was destroyed, and the latter was unlikely.
Because the materials used for this Holy Sword were truly terrifying.
Even Serie had heard of some of these materials; they were rare materials capable of resisting the Elves' highest-level magical attacks. The very thought of gathering such components would have bankrupted most kingdoms.
A Holy Sword made from so many materials should theoretically not be easily destroyed.
Kurtz closed the ancient book and looked around: "So the question is, where did they hide this thing? There wouldn't be another inner vault, would there?"
Additionally, there was another item Kurtz didn't see any trace of in this record book.
That was the legendary Holy Relic Stone Slab that the Dwarves supposedly unearthed.
It was said that this item contained vast magical power, equivalent to a large power bank. In Kurtz's opinion, its importance was no less than this so-called God-Slaying Holy Sword.
After all, one of his and Serie's goals was to use this stone slab, hoping to understand some truth behind the Gods' fall.
The more he knew, the more confidence he would have when delving into the Godfall Land.
"It's right here." Serie walked to the centre of the treasury, lightly stepped on the ground, and a hollow sound echoed.
"Special ores block all magic detection, but they cannot block the overflow of internal magic. And beneath this, there is an extreme magic reaction."
Her pointed ears twitched slightly as she concentrated. The magical resonance below was unlike anything she'd encountered, ancient, powerful, and strangely familiar.
As an Elf naturally sensitive to magic, perhaps only Serie could locate the Holy Sword's hiding place solely by her own perception.
This was also something those Dwarves hadn't anticipated.
They hadn't expected someone to improve detection magic to find the approximate location of the treasury, and even decipher the riddles they left behind.
And among them, there was an Elf who was naturally sensitive to magic, who detected the Holy Sword's location just by her own perception.
One could only say that all of this seemed like the arrangement of fate.
Serie waved her hand, and the dust on the ground was swept away by magic, revealing a complex circular magic circle.
Seeing this, her brows furrowed slightly.
It was another sealing magic circle, and its intensity was even higher than the previous one. The intricate patterns seemed to shift slightly in the torchlight, as if the magic itself was alive and watching them.
"What do you say? Do we need to break it forcibly?"
With the magic stored in El's Light, Serie had almost fully recovered, so she had ample confidence to break this seal again.
"We've come this far; there's no reason to stop."
She was satisfied with Kurtz's answer, so she began to break the seal forcibly.
This time, Serie took longer, her usually composed expression showing hints of strain. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she worked to unravel the complex magical bindings. But she eventually succeeded in breaking it without any major mishaps.
The moment it was successfully broken, the entire ground immediately began to shake, the magic circle lit up, and the central stone slab slowly sank, revealing a downward staircase.
"Let's go," Kurtz took a deep breath, "to witness this legendary Holy Sword!"
Everyone followed the stairs down to a circular secret chamber.
There were no treasures here, only a longsword of gleaming silver inserted into a stone platform in the centre. The air itself seemed to hum with barely contained power.
It was an exquisite longsword; no words in the world could describe its appearance. Even the El's Light at Kurtz's waist paled in comparison to its radiance.
After all, this was a work forged by the combined efforts of many craftsmen in the Dwarf Kingdom; it could be said to be a truly unparalleled masterpiece.
"Is this the legendary Holy Sword that can harm Gods?" Norn murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Eric couldn't help but step forward, reaching out to try and grasp the hilt.
However, just as his fingers were about to touch the sword, he felt as if he had been electrocuted and immediately retreated, pulling back.
"What happened? I felt a shock." He shook his numb hand, flexing his fingers to work feeling back into them.
"Was it ore that used the power of lightning?" Serie guessed, also preparing to go forward, but as soon as she approached, the sword suddenly erupted with an invisible impact, directly sending her staggering back.
"It won't let me get close!?" Serie rarely showed a trace of astonishment. Her usual composure cracked for just a moment.
Just now, Eric had almost touched this Holy Sword, but she couldn't even get close, which left Serie very confused.
Somo scratched his head: "Let me try! A Holy Sword forged by Dwarves, maybe it only recognises Dwarves!"
He strode forward, grasping the hilt with both hands. This time, he wasn't electrocuted, so he pulled hard.
But there was no reaction.
Somo's face flushed, and veins bulged on his arms, but the Holy Sword remained motionless, as if it were one with the entire stone platform.
"Damn it!" The Dwarf released his grip, breathing heavily, "This thing can't be pulled out at all!"
Norn was thoughtful: "Does it require specific conditions?"
Kurtz had been observing from behind, and now he slowly stepped forward.
He didn't rush to reach out, but instead gazed at the Holy Sword. He noticed ancient script at the base of the Holy Sword.
"Is this Dwarven?" Serie noticed this and began to try to decipher it.
She hadn't had much contact with Dwarven, so her deciphering was slow, but Kurtz had already spoken: "This sword can only be drawn by the one chosen by it!"
"Only those who slay Gods can wield the sword! Is it really like this? How did you know?"
After finally translating the text at the base, Serie looked at Kurtz with an incredulous expression.
"Because that's how the plot develops."
"Incomprehensible." Serie completely couldn't understand what the "plot" Kurtz spoke of represented.
"So this Holy Sword is waiting for a destined person."
Kurtz spoke again. The moment his voice fell, the Holy Sword suddenly trembled slightly, and the gem at its tip glowed with soft light, as if responding to what he had just said.
Everyone held their breath. The chamber fell silent except for the faint magical humming that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat.
Kurtz took a deep breath and stepped forward without encountering any repulsion. The sword's glow intensified as he drew closer, bathing his face in ethereal light. He tried to reach out and grasp the hilt.
There was no resistance, no obstruction.
His hand firmly grasped the hilt, and he gently lifted it.
"Clang!"
A crisp sword cry echoed through the secret chamber. He easily lifted the Holy Sword, and the runes on its blade lit up one by one, finally converging into a stream of light that spread along Kurtz's arm to his entire body.
It was as if this sword had known him all along and was finally waiting for him. The weight felt perfect in his grip, neither too heavy nor too light, as though it had been crafted specifically for his hands.
"Look!" Kurtz's voice was filled with uncontrollable joy, "Only the chosen one can pick it up."
He hadn't expected actually to succeed. Could it be that he was truly destined to become the legendary First Hero?
Serie stared at Kurtz, her gaze complex: "Who exactly are you?"
Kurtz looked at the Holy Sword in his hand and said with a wry smile: "To be honest, I want to know that myself."
The silver blade reflected his eyes, and in a trance, he seemed to see countless fragmented images.
Frieren, the human's most ancient mage, who would later usurp his title.
The familiar white-haired Elf, Frieren.
A dark figure with two horns on his head, before whom countless demons knelt.
And the back of a man holding a longsword, surrounded by demons.
The visions came and went like lightning, leaving him dizzy and uncertain which glimpses belonged to his memory and which to prophecy.
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