Chapter 431 Blood Sword
“Thank you, Mr. Head of State, for your attention.”
Gilan stood up from the sofa and saluted the red-haired man again.
"You're welcome." Caesar waved his hand. "This is because you have outstanding abilities and should be reused by the empire."
"In addition to this, there are rewards."
The young man with red curly hair smiled slightly, looked up at Jilan, and asked gently:
"Originally, the Sifang Palace ministers meeting discussed that you should be awarded a medal, but I think this has no practical significance. "..."
"You are already a 'Knight of the Cross' with honor, and you have won a lot of medals and medals. And..."
Caesar turned his head and glanced. The white-haired old gentleman next to me.
"As a student of Pala, you specialize in the mystical side of alchemy. What you pursue should be truth and power. These worldly reputations are not enough to recognize your contribution to the empire."
"So I prepared this for you."
After saying that, Caesar stood up from the sofa.
Raised his arm slightly.
A small wooden box suddenly appeared in his palm.
Jilan looked confused, but did not ask any more questions. After thanking him, he took the wooden box with both hands.
"Open it and take a look." Caesar smiled.
Hearing this, Jilan slowly opened the carved silver-plated lock and opened the simple wooden box in his hand.
Click.
What comes into view is a groove wrapped in red silk cloth, with a white stone card placed in the middle.
The center of this card is inlaid with a round red crystal stone, and in the spiritual vision, there is also a faint scale pattern.
Ji Lan's eyes were surprised.
He recognized this thing.
When I returned from my previous mission to the Kingdom of Fosaka, I received one of the many gifts from the other party.
"Saar card?" Jilan said.
Caesar nodded and said:
"Although imperial currency is also circulated in mysterious circles, in the higher-level fields, 'white cards' are the hard currency... I believe you will need it in the near future."
Gilan will bring the box He took out the Sal card in the box and immediately raised his eyebrows.
Because it was placed in the groove, he didn't see it clearly just now. It wasn't until he took it in his hand that he realized that there was not one Sal card in the box, but ten!
According to teacher Parra, the actual value of a Sal card is equivalent to more than 1,000 Caesars, so the gift from the head of state exceeds 10,000 Caesars.
But the key is, this thing cannot be bought with money...
"Thank you, Mr. Head of State." Gilan put the Sal card back, closed the lid, and saluted the red-haired young man.
The latter shook his head and said:
"This is not actually a reward, it is just a small gift I personally give you."
"Huh?" Ji Lan was startled.
Immediately afterwards, Caesar flicked his backhand out of thin air.
A strong smell of blood suddenly spread, filling the entire room.
Jilan even saw a cloud of scarlet gas visible to the naked eye emerging from the opponent's palm like thick smoke.
In Caesar's hand, a stream of thick black and red blood gathered, and the blood beads quickly condensed into a luxurious and coquettish knight's sword.
The sword is 1.2 meters long, three fingers wide, and has a double edge.
The sword body is iron-black in color, with pits and pits on the surface, as if it has gone through countless fighting battles, leaving blood stains that cannot be washed away. These blood stains seemed to be alive and full of resentment. They were constantly twisting and squirming on the sword, but they could never drip.
The hand guard that curves upward into a horseshoe shape is made of silvery metal with patterns engraved on the surface.
The sword hilt is thick in the middle, thin at both ends, and has ring-shaped silver-plated protrusions. The handle is a coin-shaped circular decoration, the center is also black, but as bright as a mirror.
“This is the sword of Hermann Tulio, one of the four great knight captains in the old knights.”
Caesar holds the knight’s sword horizontally with one hand. He said calmly.
“‘Bloodsword’ McCarthy.”
"The Sword of Blood..."
Gilan stared at the knight's sword in the head of state's hand. Even before he touched it, he felt the oncoming sharpness and unconcealed brutality from the sword. breath.
He couldn't help but think of the deeds of the "Bloody Knight" Hermann Tulio...
According to teacher Parra, this man was a member of the "Healing Knights" in the past. The only knight captain who betrayed his captain William and surrendered to the enemy.
‘So when the Führer gave me his sword, did he intend to train me as the fifth knight commander who could replace the “Bloody Knight”? ’
Gillan couldn't help but think.
“This sword is made of unknown ore from the depths of the Blood Sea, and was forged by the September Apostle ‘Salt Spring Old Man’ himself.”
“It can turn into blood droplets and melt into The sword holder can use it anytime and anywhere. It is extremely sharp and tough, and it can also swallow the enemy's blood and continuously increase its power."
"Back then, Hellman used this sword to gallop and kill on the battlefield. Kill countless people... Now, I will give it to you."
The man with long red curly hair had calm eyes and a slight smile on his lips, and said:
"Gilan, accept the gift."
At this moment, Jilan felt an inexplicable pressure, but after taking a deep breath, he still knelt down on one knee.
Caesar placed his sword horizontally and lightly touched the tip of the sword on Gilan's shoulders and top of his head.
Finally, he held the sword with both hands horizontally and handed it over.
“Knight, take the sword.”
"Thank you, Mr. Head of State, for giving me the sword."
Gilan stood up again, took the sword from the Head of State with both hands, lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice.
The head of state smiled and nodded, saying nothing more.
But Para Celsus on the side reminded:
“Use spirituality to stimulate it.”
"Yes, teacher." Gilan agreed softly.
He followed the teacher's guidance, activated his spirituality, and focused on the knight's sword in his hand.
Buzz——
Suddenly, the bloody sword named McCarthy trembled slightly in Gillan's hand.
Hear another bang.
It turned into a ball of plasma and exploded, covering Ji Lan's body, and immediately integrated into his body.
Jilan felt a little strange, but did not feel any discomfort.
"I hope you will hold the sword and cut through the thorns."
Caesar, the head of state, spoke and smiled.
Jilan held his cane, took off his hat and bowed deeply to him.
…
…
Night.
The celebration banquet ended successfully.
Guillen left the Sifang Palace and drove back to his apartment on Morales Street.
At this time, the lights were still on in the living room of the apartment, and the cook and maids had gone upstairs to go to bed. Only the housekeeper, Old Charles, was still awake and was still waiting in the living room for the young master to return.
As soon as he heard the roar of the engine, Charles came to the door of the apartment and stood there.
"Master, you are back."
He put one hand behind his back and lowered his head in respect.
"Yes." Gilan strode over and glanced at the gray-haired old butler. "It's so late, old Charles, you should rest first."
"Okay. Master, if you have any other instructions, please call me at any time."
Old Charles said.
Jilan sighed secretly at the steward's conscientiousness, and then nodded.
The two entered the apartment. Old Charles made him a cup of hot milk to help him sleep, and then went upstairs to rest.
Jilan sat alone on the sofa in the living room, drinking freshly brewed hot milk and letting out a sigh of relief.
Today's celebration banquet required no physical effort, but it was quite tiring. After all, he really didn't like so-called socializing. He basically relied on his "perfect personality" throughout the whole process, chatting and laughing with many high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the empire with faultless words and deeds. .
He recalled that he had traveled through time, from a prisoner sentenced to death to the current center of imperial power step by step, and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.
The head of state, Caesar Geed, is even preparing to train him as a confidant to take over Parra's position.
This pressure is getting bigger and bigger.
The source is a hard flaw in strength.
As Teacher Parra said, he originally only expected Jilan to learn one or two true skills and have enough strength to hold up the scene before his life was about to end. Strength is confidence.
'Although I can now compete with level 5 Kusei, and even kill some physically weaker opponents, this is still not enough...'
吉Lan rubbed her temples and sighed.
‘My real combat power is higher than that of the same level, but relying more on the power of “Wang Lin” will not last long. ’
‘Not to mention reaching the level of Teacher Pala, you must at least have level 6 combat power before you can say you can take on big responsibilities. ’
‘I don’t know when the fire element gathering place in the Land of God will appear again...’
He closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa, and there was silence all around.
Just rest like this for ten or twenty minutes.
Jilan sat up again and drank the milk that had cooled down in one gulp.
Gulu.
He put the cup down and licked his mouth.
Immediately raised his hand and spread his fingers.
Wow——
The palm of my hand was filled with blood mist, and then condensed into a ball of blood, until it stretched into a terrifying knight's sword.
It is McCarthy, the "blood sword" given by the head of state today.
Jilan raised his other hand and brushed it against the coffee table in front of him.
There were two clangs.
Two exquisite and heavy canes, one green and one gray, were placed side by side on it.
Jilan looked at these three weapons with a thoughtful look on his face.
‘After having the Blood Sword, the Staff of Justice and the Staff of Laughter will probably not be used anymore... It would be a waste to keep them. How about asking Baron Opal to sell them? ’
But the next second, he suddenly let out a light sigh.
Because colored light slowly appeared in his sight.
At this time, something happened to "Banlan".
Jilan discovered that the outlines of the three weapons in front of him were all faintly glowing. This light extended out a twisting light and converged on the Blood Sword, making it the richest, while the other two canes were slightly darker. dim.
He observed it for a while and seemed to be inspired.
‘Wait...can I use alchemy to break down these two weapons and recast them into the Blood Sword? ’
Jilan frowned again.
‘But I am not a mystical person on the path of the Holy Grail Spiral of the Furnace and the “Torrent” of January, and I do not understand the mystery of creation. ’
He tried to pick up the two canes with his left hand and the Blood Sword with his right hand.
And in his eyes, a translucent number actually appeared, just like the requirement prompt given when deducing or learning new knowledge——
1000.
‘Can we consume 1,000 points of mysterious energy to disassemble and recast these two canes to strengthen the Blood Sword? ’
Jilan raised his eyebrows.
After thinking about it for a while, he decided to give it a try.
He took a deep breath and said to himself:
‘Beautiful! ’
Buzz——
In the corner of his sight, the number originally displayed as “2439” plummeted and became “1439”.
After consuming a full 1,000 points of energy, Jilan suddenly had a whim.
He wasted no time and immediately clenched his left hand.
His eyes were focused and he said in a deep voice:
“Solution!”
Crack!
Crackling! !
Under the powerful operation of the energy flow of the "Philosopher's Stone" in the body, the "Secret Marks of the Sage" in the palm of the hand are fully activated, thus performing alchemy.
The silver arcs are densely packed, and the light shines in the living room, making the sofa, coffee table, and walls appear silver and blue.
I saw that the staff of justice and the staff of laughter held in my left hand disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into powder like microscopic particles.
These powders spiral around and float.
Gilan held the sword in both hands and said again:
"Refining!"
The two-color spiral powder of gray and green fluttered, gathered on the sword of blood, and wrapped it tightly.
Crack!
The silver electric light suddenly became more dazzling.
Buzz! !
A shrill noise like a thousand buzzing buzzes.
Jilan's eyes were shining brightly when he was reflected in the reflection, but a smile broke out on his face.
“It’s done!”
When the light gradually faded away, the knight sword in his hand did not change much, except that the blade and handle were stained with a trace of pitch black color. Green gray.
At the same time, Gillan inexplicably knew that McCarthy, the "blood sword", had an extra deformation ability.
He didn't make any unnecessary movements. With just a movement of his spirit, he saw the sharp sword in his hand turn into a blood mass and then re-condensed into a gray cane.
It looks like a combination of the staff of justice and the staff of laughter, a T-shaped staff, covered with carvings and blood stains that cannot be washed away.
It gives people a strange feeling of introversion but fierceness.
‘Change again. ’
Jilan secretly thought.
The spiritual energy was activated again, and the cane turned into a blood mass again, condensing into a ferocious claw hammer with a thorn at the front and a blade at the back.
“Looking at it this way, the deformation ability of the two canes has been inherited by the Blood Sword... At the same time, it can also burn green gunpowder to increase the effect of high-temperature burning.”
Gillan observed the hammer in his hand, and finally chose to change it back to its cane form to get used to it.
"It's the icing on the cake. It's more suitable for different scenes and situations... The most lethal one is still the original blood sword form."
He thought about "Banlan" The strange movement just now was thoughtful.
It was impossible for Jilan to fuse the three weapons using alchemy alone. He mainly relied on the power of "Banlan" to achieve this by consuming points.
Jilan was quite surprised.
Because there seem to be many special characteristics of "Bailan", but they have not been revealed.
But every time he excavated it, he was always surprised.
As if...
"Beautiful" is like omnipotent.
Jilan took a deep breath and stood up with the blood staff.
He turned off the lights in the living room, went upstairs, and went straight back to the master bedroom.
Gilan took off his hat and coat, hung them on the coat rack, walked to the wall counter, and turned on the projector.
He took out the real films he had seen in the past and equipped them with mercury batteries.
With this trip to the Stuttgart Empire, Gillan learned that "beauty" can change the characters in the film, and he wanted to return to these movies and try it out.
‘I just don’t know if I can pass the test of Ms. Hera, the February apostle’s “recording assistant”...’
Gilan thought to himself, silently waiting for the video to finish.
About two hours later.
The currently playing "Human Will" series of videos has ended, and the subtitles are rolling.
He raised his hands and clapped a few times.
After more than ten seconds, the curtain went dark, and vertical spots of noise flickered. Then, the scene of the dark room appeared again.
On a sofa surrounded by countless arrays of monitors, a woman wearing plaid pajamas sits upright.
But before Jilan could speak, the other party said first:
"...There is no need to review the videos you have already watched, especially after you have been promoted to Kusei."
"Uh." Gillan was speechless. After a brief silence, he asked with a smile: "Ms. Hera, can't you be accommodating?"
On the curtain, the lady turned to look.
The monitor on her neck showed a serious expression, and a unique human voice came out:
"This is the order left by the 'director'."
(End of this chapter)