Chapter 1609: Chapter 1607 Preliminary Acknowledgnt
“The Lost Demon Sword of Trandis, the Eraser of Truth”
Due to its instability, the Black Tower has specifically forged a restrictive [Scabbard] for it.
The scabbard appears as a black crystal coffin, completely encasing the blade inside. There are also regular star veins flowing between the materials, similar to a black crystal.
If Han Dong had closely observed the [Containnt Tower] in the mid-section of the Black Tower, he would find that the crystalline material of the scabbard is quite similar to the materials used for casting the exterior of the Containnt Tower.
This sword lacks a guard, with nothing but a hilt below the blade.
Even the hilt is tightly bound with “Jet Black Bandages” derived from the scabbard, ensuring it remains sealed.
Under such confinent, the true form of the Demon Sword is completely hidden.
…
Soft yet cold.
The mont he grasped the bandage-wrapped hilt, there was a vague feeling of holding a dead limb… At the sa ti, two other pieces of Legendary Equipnt also disappeared.
“What exactly is inside this?”
Han Dong tried to peer through the Demon Eye,
only to find that both the scabbard itself and the sealed Demon Sword repelled outside probing, leaving nothing visible… Forcing a view might even damage the Demon Eye.
His frantic thoughts were reaching a climax.
Since he’d chosen the ultimate treasure, Han Dong naturally wanted to see exactly what this thing was.
A mad thought erged in his mind, questioning the Fate System here:
“Hey~ are you still here?
The rules only state that the Demon Sword can’t be unsheathed within the Black Tower.
It didn’t say you can’t here, right?”
“Correct.
You can examine the equipnt within the settlent space.
However, since the current settlent space is quite large and resource-intensive, we’ll only allow a five-minute stay,
please ensure the Lost Demon Sword remains sealed when forcibly exiting the settlent space.
If it affects the Black Tower, you will be held directly responsible.”
“Alright, let give it a try.”
Han Dong had no hesitation.
With one hand pinching the scabbard, the other gripping the hilt.
Before drawing the sword, Han Dong activated his entire body’s energy,
removing his disguise to return to the appearance and deanor of a Faceless One,
and simultaneously, pressure from the ‘Warden’ descended, ensuring the Demon Sword could be restrained at a critical mont, avoiding any major changes.
“Co on, let see what you look like.”
Draw the sword.
Initially expecting strong resistance, it was surprisingly easy… It even felt as if the Demon Sword inside was eagerly repelling the scabbard, assisting Han Dong in removing it.
When the scabbard was completely removed,
the true form of the Demon Sword presented before him was beyond original imagination.
Initially,
as the Demon Sword moved within the treasure chest, Han Dong habitually assud it was so kind of ‘living equipnt’ wriggling around.
Who knew?
This Lost Demon Sword was not a living entity, nor was it wriggling… but instead [flowing].
It gave the sensation of the flow of cosmic matter.
Like a black planet completely destroyed, the shattered planetary particles organized into the structure of a sword body and flowed orderly under the influence of its inherent magnetic field.
Or like a world completely shattered, which, for so reason, didn’t self-destruct but instead, through a compressive force, molded the shattered world into the shape of a sword.
The hilt was the sa, only ‘soft’ and convenient to grip.
“This is!”
When Han Dong focused his attention on the blade, he suddenly felt a sense of danger on a conscious level.
At the sa ti.
A powerful subspace storm ford within the consciousness space.
Han Dong’s consciousness hurriedly returned, watching the strange spectacle in the sky.
“Oh? Just a glance attacks my consciousness… Legendary Equipnt is truly hard to handle.
Co on!
It’s unfortunate; my consciousness has just been upgraded too.”
Han Dong stood under the Talent Tree.
Stretching his arms out in a welcoming, enjoying posture, displaying a Mad Laugh from the depths of the Abyss,
with no resistance offered,
allowing the subspace storm to wreak havoc on his consciousness space,
no matter how it tore, or how space peeled away,
Han Dong’s body and Talent Tree always restored as before, the only thing diminished were the Skull Fruits hanging on its branches.
When the subspace storm fully subsided, the fruits were completely consud.
Though Han Dong maintained a smile, he couldn’t help but feel a little heartache.
And at this mont.
The Lost Demon Sword held in hand beca ‘obedient,’ seemingly beginning to accept Han Dong as its fourth bearer….
However, to fully unlock the Demon Sword’s potential,
deeper ‘communication’ is needed,
more real combat ‘tempering’,
and even Han Dong reaching a higher level,
not much ti was left before him,
Han Dong looked at the Demon Sword, now basically stable in his hand, attempting to sheath it into the Black Tower’s special scabbard… who knew, the sword emitted a strong repulsive force, seemingly unwilling to be confined within.
“Oh? You don’t want to be restricted?
But if I take you back directly, it will be quite troubleso for ~ So, how about I find you a more comfortable, relaxed ‘abode’?”
Han Dong made a bold decision.
“Mimicry”
Crack-crack~ Origin Tentacles drilled out from the inner skull, attaching to the scabbard’s surface.
Feeling the characteristics of the scabbard material, mimicking it.
Gradually,
the gray mottled tentacles manifested a black crystal appearance, with internal star veins flowing outwardly, effectively sealing the Demon Sword.
Subsequently.
Crack-crack~ The tentacles adhered to the sword body, spiraling upwards, wrapping around it in a soft, friendly manner.
Perhaps due to the properties of Han Dong, infused in the tentacles,
or perhaps the tentacles continually transmitting the influence of mad laughter to the sword,
or perhaps Han Dong was just too gentle…
This ti, the Demon Sword did not resist.
Thus,
the Demon Sword with a newly fitted scabbard now appeared more like a tentacle sword, with a rather eerie design.
Han Dong didn’t mind, hanging it on his waist directly.
“Ti is short; let’s just do this much for now.
Although the essence and related powers of the Demon Sword aren’t fully understood, at least it initially accepts as its bearer.
The harder it is to wield, the more value it implies… My intuition can’t be wrong, the true value of this item may be above regular Legendary Equipnt.”
Ti’s up.
Han Dong returned to the lower plaza of the Black Tower.
The shape of the tentacle sword he wore imdiately attracted much attention.
However, when so formal employees attempted to inquire about Han Dong’s identity, they were imdiately deterred by the label of ‘Fighting Club.’
All creatures living in the Black Tower clearly understand that provoking soone from the Fighting Club is akin to challenging an entire Madhouse.
Han Dong would surely report to the Fighting Club but not now.
He imdiately sped towards the mid-section of the Black Tower, arriving at the doors of the [Other Shore Hotel].
Mr. M was waiting for him inside the hotel,
and Han Dong had many questions that needed answers… Among them, one question would touch upon the core gears of the world.
It was a frightening suspicion that ca to Han Dong during his ti in the Ladybug Ga.
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