The Sword Saint of Arknights [MTL/Machine Translation]

Chapter 38 | The Broken Sword

As the light faded, a brand new sword, unlike any Roy had seen before, floated before him. When he focused on it, information about the blade appeared in his vision.

"Sealed Remonia"

Grade: UnratedWeapon Type: SwordBlade of Will: Even without being held by the wielder, Remonia can fight on its own.Blade of Blood: Each attack absorbs the target's life and restores the wielder's health. When used in a specific state, Remonia cooperates with the wielder to attack.Blood Bond: Remonia forms a contract with the wielder, slowly absorbing their life. When the wielder nears death, Remonia absorbs them into the sword and retreats from the battlefield.Living Blade from the Realm of Death: Because it is sealed, it cannot exert its full power.

This sword, named Remonia , exuded a sense of ancient history, as if it had existed for countless epochs.

The silver-grey blade was surrounded by a bloody aura, with runes glowing faintly with blood light. The blade's guard was dark gold, resembling bat wings, and the hilt looked like fresh blood, leading to a rhombic pommel.

At a glance, it was clear this sword was extraordinary. However, its style did not match Roy, who considered himself a person of order and justice. Yet now, he had no choice.

As Roy examined the sword, a beam of blood-red light surged from the blade and entered him. A faint, barely perceptible energy connected him to the sword, and Roy could feel something within him flowing slowly into the "blood blade."

When "time stop" ended, Roy extended his hand. The sword disappeared in a flash of light and then reappeared in his hand!

Nearby, W launched several Originium explosives, blasting away attacking Sarkaz mercenaries. She glanced at Roy.

She saw Roy's broken sword, the greatsword slashing at him, and felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction and slight frustration. She resented losing to this Lungmen mercenary, unable to defeat him in her own domain.

Then, something unexpected happened!

A light shone in front of Roy. When it dissipated, a sinister sword floated there and then vanished!

When the sword reappeared, it was in Roy's hand. Clearly, she had underestimated this man who defeated her. This man named Roy had a hidden ace!

"I can't wait, Master... let's cut them to pieces!"

The sudden female voice startled Roy. Realizing the voice came from the sword, he was taken aback!

Initially normal, the voice turned hysterical, filled with madness, after calling him "Master."

Roy frowned. The sword in his hand was trembling with excitement, eager to slice through the enemies around it.

Although Roy disliked this kind of madness, he had no other option. He was bound to this sword and needed it to defeat the surrounding enemies.

Clang!

Roy, holding Remonia, blocked the Sarkaz's attack. Without pause, he swung Remonia, slashing the startled Sarkaz.

Even sealed, the sword's strength was unmatched by Sarkaz weapons. The greatsword broke on contact, and Roy's sword effortlessly cleaved the Sarkaz.

As he withdrew the sword, faint blood-colored energy flowed from the blade into Roy, rejuvenating him and improving his mental state.

Perhaps this was the effect of life recovery.

The life force flowing back from Remonia was more and purer than what it took from him.

"Draw... slash!"

In an instant, silver sword energy surged out, with visible blood-colored traces that corroded everything it touched.

Remonia continued absorbing the life force of those struck, akin to a bleeding effect in a game. Though Roy didn't know where this sword came from or its unsealed power, he could sense its strength.

As for its madness... it didn't seem to affect Roy, and the sword wouldn't disobey him. This wasn't a bad thing.

Roy, wielding a blood-drinking sword, was now nearly invincible unless someone could instantly kill him. The Confessarius who could have done so were already down, making the battle's outcome clear.

Half an hour later, outside the moving landship.

Though the mercenaries won, many had fallen. As the landship moved on, fewer mercenaries remained around it.

In the Sarkaz mercenary defensive zone, a group advanced. Hedley cast a complex look at Roy, especially at the floating sword behind him.

The scene from twenty minutes ago still replayed in Hedley's mind. He had underestimated Roy's strength, which far exceeded his expectations. This made him more cautious. A powerful man like Roy approaching his mercenary group surely had an agenda.

He had to be careful...