Chapter 915: Chapter 892: Still Have to Go Back
“How did it go, Lancelot?” Bruto imdiately asked upon seeing Lancelot open his eyes again, “What instructions did the Lord of the Dead give you?”
“Save the world.” Lancelot sighed, “Specifically, I have to take down that octopus-like spider and destroy the ‘Divine Artifact’ it possesses, an ancient evil relic called the ‘Soul Eater’s Fang.’ Otherwise, the entire multiverse faces the threat of destruction.”
“…What?!” Bruto’s jaw almost dropped to the ground, “And we have to go back to fight that monster again?”
“Yes, saving the world is just that simple.” Lancelot sighed, plucking a strand of hair and handing it to Bruto, “Here, hold this for .”
“What’s it for?”
“With this, I won’t die without leaving a complete body, and resurrection might be a bit easier.” Lancelot took out a scepter from the dinsional bag, one end with a skull and the other with a bone hand, “Alamir, you should know how to use this, right?”
“Of course, and I believe the Goddess won’t mind.” The Elf Priest accepted the scepter, “But I hope I never have to use it.”
“Of course, but being prepared is never wrong.” Lancelot untied two dinsional bags from his waist, handing one to Little Isha and the other to Kalalin, “Take them, you know what’s inside.”
“But if you die in battle, we’re even less likely to survive, right?” The Human Scholar looked at Lancelot strangely.
“Yes, that’s why I have to go alone.” A dark green trident appeared in Lancelot’s hand, “Take this too, you’ll need it to transport Vexus’ bones later.”
“Then what will you use?”
“Sothing even more powerful.” Lancelot made a curious gesture, and suddenly, a blue and a green light flew out from the dinsional bag in Little Isha’s hand, “Old friends, sorry to trouble you…”
“Eliminate evil, that is our mission!” A clear female voice sounded in everyone’s ears, “We are pleased to answer your call, Sir Lancelot, we understand the situation, please depart imdiately!”
“Aha, the great Emperor has finally rembered his concubine left forgotten in the cold palace…” Another frivolous male voice followed, “Alas, look at my rusty body, how could His Majesty launch a surprise attack without giving a heads up…”
“Uh, why so angry…”
“As a sword, and a remarkable one at that, I think I have plenty of reason to feel discontent.” Starlight Strike spoke in a lancholic tone, “What I want is only to co out occasionally for so fresh air and maybe slay a few imprudent demons… or whatever other evil relics, is this wish too much to ask?”
“I understand, but you are like torches in the dark, too dazzling, and as you know our situation requires us to be discreet at tis.” Lancelot soothingly patted Starlight Strike’s blade, “Besides, regular goblins and demons aren’t worthy of your talents, rember that Lich last ti, Lord of Lies’ embodint, Shrek, and the ti before in the Illusionary Realm of Sword of Zariel, we almost took off Yenogu’s arm… Tell , what level of enemies were those! Using you to chop an ordinary Demon Lord would be an insult to you!”
“Quite the smooth-talking knight with a noble education, your complints could go on forever… but I accept.” The tone of Starlight Strike was clearly joking, “This situation seems a bit dire, what’s your plan?”
“Can you directly send that creature to the Court of Stars?”
“Of course I can… if that monster is barely hanging on.” The dagger replied in an exaggerated tone, “But even if I could, I wouldn’t do it. Don’t forget the Mother of Demons is still in the Court of Stars, containing one Abyssal Lord is already dangerous enough, sending this thing there might cause big trouble.”
“Alright, I thought as much, just asking.” Lancelot shrugged.
“Big brother, if you go all out, can you defeat that monster?” Bruto asked with so curiosity, “I bet you have so moves up your sleeve…”
“Even if I emptied all my sleeves, the odds are only thirty percent, and it would take a massive toll, it would take three to five years of rest to recover.” Lancelot sighed, “Don’t forget what our original goal was, those uncles and elders of yours are still waiting for us to return.”
“A difficult choice.” The Sword of Zariel also spoke, “But for the safety of the multiverse, so sacrifices are necessary…”
“Let remind you, don’t talk about sacrifice so casually, even if you’re the one making the sacrifice.” Lancelot shook his head, “It’s this mindset that led your previous owner down such a tragic path. No offense.”
“But you seem to have no other choices.” Starlight Strike said in a casual tone, “I bet, in the end, you will have to transform into a massive Barlow Fla Demon and launch a sudden strike to slay that beast. Don’t worry, you can use in that state, at most it will just leave so blisters on your hand…”
“Do they really have to leave blisters?”
“Of course, because in the Fla Demon Form, you’re a demon with an inherent evil attribute, this counteraction is beyond my control.” Starlight Strike pointed askew to the Sword of Zariel, “And I’m better, if it were this friend born on Mount Heaven, the clash of order and goodness would make you wonder if you’re gripping the blade…”
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