#543: The Origin Of The Saint’S Relic

A one-sided massacre is underway at the Fifth Army Camp 120 miles north of Yanjing. As soon as the Storm Army and the Tabai Army came up, they pressed their strongest spears—the grass-cutting messengers who suppressed the grasslands forcibly pierced through the elite defense line of Yanjing. officers at all levels.

The warriors of the five military camps in Kinki survived the roar of demons, but they still couldn’t escape the fate of being trampled by sharp knives.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar that pierced the sky, like rolling thunder, shook the battlefield!

“Fos!!!!”

The roar of the warrior wearing the horn helmet was real, setting off a rolling storm and roaring back all enemies in front of him!

The soldiers of the fifth army battalion heard the sound, but they saw a scene that made them lose their souls – the leader of the left army of the fifth army battalion, the Yanxia Bo Su Yulou, known as the Canned Sword and Martial Pillar, was repelled by this roar and even crashed into On the antlers of the fortifications behind, sharp antlers pierced his abdomen from behind!

“Su Canjian, there is no need to rest for so long for this minor injury!” The horn-helmed warrior held a giant sword, which cut the soldiers of the Fifth Army Battalion in two with one sword, and held a steel tower shield in his left hand to block the barrage. The storm, leading the soldiers across the fortifications, shouted extremely arrogantly.

“It’s really… I can’t deceive you!” Su Yulou snorted, without the help of others, he pulled it out from the antlers, his left hand flashed green light, and he wiped the wound on his abdomen that couldn’t stop bleeding just now. stopped. Holding a broken sword in half, like a wounded lion, he charged towards the horn-helmed warrior.

“We have been together for five years. Who doesn’t know that the more cruel and fierce you are, Su Canjian?”

“I haven’t seen each other for many years. The little devil who was sentenced to run 20 laps in the barracks back then never thought that he would be a disaster for the common people.”

The battlefield fell into a strange silence for a while – Su Yulou and Chen Fengfeng were once comrades in the same bed?

“Where is Baiyujin?”

“You’ll be a dead man soon, there’s no need to know where the Hundred Generals are.”

“That’s right.” Chen Fengfeng strode forward, handed out a huge sword and pierced through the soldiers of the Fifth Army Battalion who were slaughtering him: “Anyway, as long as the Fifth Army Camp is destroyed, the hundred rains of gold will not be a concern. After Yanjing, I will spare the Su family.”

“Not necessary.”

Su Yulou’s broken sword exploded with fiery light, recasting the broken sword like a blade of light!

“If it is rusted, it cannot be used, and it will shatter if it cannot be used… The so-called dignity is actually very similar to a sword. But the broken sword will still be recast, and the lost dignity will never return! “

“The Yanxia Su family has been blessed by the royal family for generations, and now is the time to burn out!”

Su Yulou wields the remnant sword of light explosion, like a rolling river swept towards Chen Fengfeng, his voice resounded through the battlefield, like thunder!

“Light up for brilliance!”

At this moment, the morale of the whole army was greatly boosted, and the soldiers of the five army battalions shouted in unison: “Light up for brilliance!”

“Okay, then you will walk on the road of honor passed down from generation to generation, for the sake of paranoid and absurd loyalty…” Chen Fengfeng threw away the tower shield and clenched the giant sword in both hands, like a towering mountain resisting Su Yulou sword stance.

“Let the rest of your life be a useless stele.”

……

On the city wall of Chongsheng Gate in the south of Yanjing, the soldiers who were garrisoning the city defense suddenly became nervous when they saw someone stepping on the sharp knife boots quickly approaching.

But when the figure of the comer gradually became clear, the city defense captain’s expression suddenly changed: “It’s the ten-stringed martial arts general! He is seriously injured! Hurry up to open the small door and let him in! Medical officer, hurry up and call the doctor. Officer here!”

When the city defense captain went down with the medical officer, he saw the majestic Kinki general lying in the sergeant’s arms with more air and less breath, losing one hand and one foot, and one eye on his face It was even dug out abruptly. The wound was bleeding non-stop, and it seemed that running back had exhausted all his strength.

“General Bu, the medical officer is here, don’t worry-“

“No…”

The city defense captain watched blankly, but he found that Mo Qi didn’t care about his injury at all, his pupils were out of focus, and he seemed to be still immersed in his own memories.

“General Bu, what did you say?” the city defense captain asked: “Are you trying to tell the enemy’s intelligence?”

“Yes, no… not…”

Suddenly, it was as if some switch was touched, and the look of the move fell into a hysterical madness, struggling and roaring despite the injury!

“Not human!”

“He’s not human!”

“Don’t come! Don’t come! Don’t…”

Seeing the Shixian Wuzhu so gaffe, the sergeants looked at each other in dismay, but didn’t think much about it. They only thought that the Shixian Wuzhu might have been injured by the monster that changed during the night of the demon change.

At the same time, on a hillside ten miles away from Chongsheng Gate, a valiant man with glasses was looking at Yanjing on the horizon. He doesn’t look like a warrior, but more like a scholar.

A young soldier with a stick approached him later and asked with a smile, “Why let him go?”

“Gossip and fear are the best spearheads before the war. However, I seem to be hitting too hard.”

“It’s strange that you can make mistakes.”

“Ten miles away is the core of brilliance, the pinnacle of power, the precipitation of thousands of years of history, and the gathering of the beliefs of all people. When I think that Yanjing is within reach, even I will inevitably feel a little rude.”

“Then.” Yin Guyue asked: “Are you going to enter the capital? I can’t wait for the headhunter.”

Lan Yan turned around and looked at the tens of thousands of troops behind with flags like rain and soldiers like forests.

“Tell Chai Xin to headhunter, the more this time comes, the more calm you have to be.”

Lan Yan said: “Mr. Xia said to wait for the coalition forces in the three districts in the north, then we will wait.”

……

Yanjing, on the seventh floor of the Platinum Tower, two young people who are not the strongest, but definitely the most special are facing each other.

“Using the relics of the saints can change the characteristics of the divine weapon and turn it into a weapon with reduced power, but at a lower cost, and even the holy sword used by foreigners can shine…”

Cha Shiyin grabbed Le Yu’s left wrist, tapped his sage relic bracelet, shook his head and put it down: “What do you think the sage relic was made for in the first place?”

Although he didn’t want to admit it, Le Yu clearly realized in his heart that the relics of saints might really be useless.

In this world, the holy sword Radiance is equivalent to a strategic nuclear bomb that destroys the world. Not only is the power amazing, but the price is also extremely terrifying – it will consume the life of the ruler.

There is a great terror between life and death. The hardest thing in life is death. Therefore, if it is not a last resort, no emperor will be willing to activate the holy sword Huiyao to play, even if it is a last resort, the emperor would rather find other methods.

In all fairness, the emperor is not disgusted with this destructive violence, but disgusted with having to control this violence himself! Although the Ming Dynasty’s royal family has been incessant for thousands of years because of the holy sword’s brilliance bound to the bloodline, people are always eager to get more. The emperor not only wants to continue to control the holy sword, but also wants to use the holy sword without consuming the price!

At least the price can’t be yourself.

However, the holy sword Radiance is an absolute weapon that surpasses the times, and the emperors of all dynasties have not studied it much, let alone erase its side effects. Moreover, the holy sword Huiyao is a family heirloom after all, and the royal family is also afraid of breaking the holy sword.

As for researching how to hand over the holy sword Huiyao to outsiders, it is even more inadvisable. Everyone is selfish. The bloodline binding of the holy sword Huiyao means that the Ming royal family is the royal family of all ages, and the royal family will not destroy it if they have a little brain The only innate characteristic of his entire server.

According to this line of thinking, the royal family has only one choice: to create a magical weapon with some of the power of the holy sword radiance, which can be used by foreigners, and it is best to be controlled by the holy sword radiance.

The artisan who made the magic weapon would definitely scold his mother when he saw this kind of request from Party A who asked for colorful black.

Thinking about it this way, the relic of the saint is completely unreasonable: it can not only be used by outsiders, but if the holder wants to transform it into other magic weapons, he must first touch the body of the magic weapon.

That is to say, when the emperor needs to cut people, he will send his cronies to take charge of the relics of the saint, let him touch the holy sword radiance, and then the cronies can slash everything with a fake.

Don’t be afraid even if the cronies suddenly turn against the water, after all, fakes can’t beat the real ones; as for the lost saint’s relic, there is no problem, because people who haven’t touched the holy sword can’t copy the fakes.

However, the result was that the relics of the saints fell to the people and were not in the hands of the royal family.

Speaking of this, in fact, Le Yu had doubts before: why do magic weapons spread all over the world, not to mention the possession of warlords and assassins, even barbarians have magic magic weapons, the royal family is this Are you capitalizing on the enemy?

But if you think about it carefully, you will understand: magic weapons are tools after all, and tools need to be used by people, but people have selfishness.

Of course the royal family didn’t want to lose the magic weapon, but the emperor couldn’t go into battle himself, so naturally he had to entrust the magic weapon to his cronies. There are two situations here: when the cronies finish their work, they run away with a bucket of magic soldiers and fly away; or the cronies don’t want to run away, but others are jealous of the magic soldiers, stab the cronies in the back, and run away after grabbing the magic soldiers.

So why not hide the magic weapon? It’s just as useless, after all, the magic barn is also guarded by people, as long as someone intervenes in the joints, there must be loopholes.

As time goes by, the magic soldiers naturally live in the people. However, this is not a one-way flow. After all, the ceremonies required to activate the magic weapon are relatively obvious, and many magic weapon holders will also take the initiative to expose – those who have no confidence will live cautiously, and those who can go crazy at any time are basically Live arrogantly.

Sometimes the imperial court will reclaim the magic weapon, and after reclaiming it, it will be exiled to the people. There was a time when the emperor collected half of the magical soldiers, and even formed the “Shenbing Division” for this purpose, and sent the holders of the magical soldiers to pursue the magical soldiers. rolled away.

But in the final analysis, it’s the royal family that doesn’t pay much attention to magic weapons.

It’s not that the royal family doesn’t care about magic weapons, the royal family cares a lot, but there is currently no perfect program for using magic weapons. No matter how you block, chase, and intercept, the magic weapon will be lost, and it is not worth wasting energy on it.

In addition, there is the holy sword radiant to suppress the common people, and the magic weapon is no threat to the royal family. On the contrary, it is the magic soldiers living in the people who will basically cause a **** storm, and invisibly help the court to solve many idle people in society.

However, the status of different gods in the hearts of the royal family is different. Like the magic gods and flying boots, once they are lost, they will inevitably be pursued by the whole country. No matter how many people die, there are two reasons. On the one hand, flying boots are really practical, and on the other hand, all emperors want to fly freely in the sky.

Who didn’t have a dream of flying when he was young?

The flying boots are enough to show that the royal family has the power to monopolize a certain magic weapon. Therefore, the relics of the saints were left to the people and held by the Morrowind Ding family, which can only indicate one problem – the royal family does not care about the relics of the saints.

The reason why I don’t care is also obvious-the relic of the saint that cannot replicate the radiant power of the holy sword is just a fun toy, not even as important as flying boots.

“You’ve also seen the list of magic weapons, aren’t you surprised by the name of the saint’s relic?”

Cha Shiyin suddenly changed the topic: “There are two ways to name the magic weapon, one is named according to the function, such as the phantom knife, blood essence stone, golden hand, crazy mask; the other is based on the poetic description of appearance , such as the veil of strife, the purple grudge, the monarch butterfly…”

“The name Saint’s Relic is neither a functional name nor a poetic description.”

Cha Shiyin stretched out his slender fingers and raised the blood-red hair in Le Yu’s ear: “It comes from his manufacturing process.”

“Although the twelve-pole magic weapon is said to be made by Liezong, in fact the whole process has gone through the three dynasties of Liezong, Wenzong, and Zhaozong. Because of its difficulty in manufacturing, the relic of the saint is the last magic weapon to be produced.”

“The original code name of the saint’s relic was called ‘fake’. When Wenzong was young, the counterfeit began to be forged, and when Wenzong was old, the counterfeit still failed to complete its ideal goal: Become a splendid counterfeit of the holy sword.”

“So Wenzong believed that the holy sword Huiyao, as the ancestor of the divine weapon, could not copy fakes at all. The only way to copy is to make fakes genuine.”

“How to make a fake become a real one? That is to let the fake drink the flesh and blood soaked by the holy sword brilliance. He thinks so, and he does it – Wenzong, who has been left in the wind, uses his last vitality to wave. The holy sword shines, then jumps into the furnace and becomes part of the counterfeit.”

Music: “He failed?”

“He succeeded~IndoMTL.com~ also failed.” Cha Shiyin said calmly: “He succeeded, the fake can indeed replicate the holy sword Huiyao; he also failed, because as he said, the holy sword Radiance cannot reproduce fakes.”

Le Yu frowned slightly, obviously not understanding what riddle Cha Shiyin was talking about. Cha Shiyin smiled: “You have also witnessed the process of being summoned by the holy sword Huiyao twice. You should know that unless someone deliberately summons it, the holy sword Huiyao is invisible and does not exist.”

Le Yu faintly realized something, “So, when no one calls, the fake can become the real one.”

“The correct answer.” Cha Shiyin said: “But when the sword master summons, the fake is just a fake, and the holy sword Huiyao will return to the sword master.”

“Even if you get a fake, but if you don’t get the approval of the holy sword, you won’t be able to exert any power.”

“In other words, the fake is just a scabbard.”

“A kaleidoscopic scabbard.”

“A scabbard for the Emperor.”