“It’s going too smoothly… it feels a bit unreal,” Bemore said, suppressing a laugh.
Samimi fell silent for a moment, how did this person steal her line?
The Magic Sword Red, its right hand severed, collapsed like a puppet whose power had been cut, unable to rise again.
As expected, the Sword of the Hero was not only its source of magic power but also its “source of life.”
What they had been fighting all along was actually the Sword of the Hero, and the lingering obsession of the previous hero, Phoenix, attached to it.
The Hero Phoenix died deep within the Sea of Trees. His corpse was tainted by the Abyss, but the weapon in his hand still followed its master’s will, even though that will had been corrupted.
A weapon is, in the end, just a weapon. Justice and evil have always depended solely on the wielder.
It was the most loyal partner, even after its master had died.
The Light Dueling Arena gradually dissipated. The seal was broken. Everyone regained their freedom of movement.
Samimi immediately wanted to pursue the Connection Witch, but the other party had long since vanished without a trace, fleeing faster than the Hongyi Grand Archbishop had fled the city overnight.
“Should we give chase?” Bemore asked, standing by the tree stump.
“We won’t catch her. Don’t jeopardize the greater mission,” Samimi turned and walked away. “Don’t pursue a desperate foe.”
Most Demon Humans are not as easy to deal with as the Magic Sword Red. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t even a Demon Human.
It was more like a zombie.
Everyone gathered around the remains, a brief silence falling. A mere two-second moment of silence.
Then Bemore raised her hand, casting a Small Fireball Spell, directly incinerating the corpse of the previous hero, Phoenix, to ashes, to prevent the Boss from reviving a second time.
The battle was over.
“That’s it?” Samimi thought to herself, a bit disappointed. “Feels a bit anticlimactic.”
But then she reconsidered, this was right.
The smoother it went, the more it proved everything was under control.
Because she was a Transmigrator.
She had a walkthrough, teammates with advantages against the enemy, and the advantage of foreknowledge.
This battle was, from the start, a victory calculated to the death.
The truly dangerous ones were the battles without a walkthrough, fought by brute force and luck.
The audience liked excitement, but she didn’t want to die.
“May you rest in peace,” The Hero of the Gale whispered.
The Sword of the Hero had already been claimed by her. The mission objective was achieved.
“May the Goddess bless us,” Samimi offered a perfunctory prayer before turning to leave.
“Samimi, wait,” Bemore suddenly called out to her.
“What now?” Samimi sounded a bit impatient.
“There’s a knife.”
“A knife?”
Samimi walked over to take a look.
Amidst the ashes left after the burning lay a short knife, unharmed despite the intense flames.
She suddenly remembered there had indeed been a knife, along with several arrows, stuck in the Magic Sword Red’s chest. The arrows had melted, but this knife remained.
“Loot?” Samimi’s eyes lit up.
Since the Sword of the Hero definitely wouldn’t fall to her, then this little knife she had to have.
She reached out and pulled it from the ashes.
The next second, she froze.
This was a Demon Knife.
Samimi immediately recalled the Divine Blade Huck had given her two before. She had already collected seven Demon Knives previously.
But they were utterly useless.
They hadn’t triggered any events.
Pure decoration.
They had been gathering dust in Niubao’s Storage Ring all this time.
She had almost forgotten about them.
And now, the eighth one.
And it was buried inside one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Abyss.
This was just absurd.
“Why would he have this?” Samimi frowned.
In the original plot, there was no such setting at all.
The Magic Sword Red only dropped the Sword of the Hero.
This knife was completely an extra drop.
“Forget it, never mind.”
Samimi directly pocketed the knife.
(Mao: Online gaming slang. Refers to someone in a team privately taking dropped equipment through unfair means.)
“Sisters, the battle isn’t over yet. We still need to return and defend. There’s still an enemy on the same level as the Magic Sword Red.”
She quickly changed the subject and incidentally clenched that small knife firmly in her hand.
Actually, she really wanted to hunt down the Connection Witch, but for now the overall situation had to take priority.
Personal grudges could be set aside for now.
“The problem is…” Steve frowned, “Niubao and Cresia are still unconscious, and Blue Ghost and Red Ghost aren’t in good shape either. How do we travel?”
“It’s not bad that we weren’t wiped out,” The Hero of the Gale said with a bitter smile.
“Don’t blame yourself, it just sounds hypocritical,” Samimi coldly mocked.
“Why do you have such a big prejudice against me?” The Hero of the Gale’s bitter smile deepened. “I’ve already defeated the Magic Sword Red.”
“Hah,” Samimi sneered and turned to check on Niubao’s condition.
This person was too good at acting, to the point where it was hard to tell what was real anymore.
Split personality?
Right now, they might even be fighting internally.
“Since you don’t trust me,” The Hero of the Gale held out the Sword of the Hero, “then you take this sword for safekeeping.”
“A hot potato. Whoever takes it gets the bad luck. I don’t want it,” Samimi flatly refused.
But in her heart, she actually wanted it very much.
This was the Sword of the Hero.
Even though its first skill, [Light Duel], was a bit ridiculous, its second skill, time control, was an ability that could be considered invincible in any work.
But she knew very well, if she took this sword, they could forget about leaving the Sea of Ten Thousand Forests.
The journey would be directly deadlocked.
“Forget it, let’s go.”
She kicked Blue Ghost.
“Stop playing dead, get up and work.”
Blue Ghost’s eyes snapped open.
Compared to being beaten up by the Magic Sword Red, what she couldn’t accept even more was being humiliated by Samimi.