Steel steam and flame

The surrounding lights cast a pure dark shadow inside, like a surging undercurrent, which gave Cassia palpitations. The movement paused for a time. The stone coffin lid was not heavy, but the friction sound that echoed in the space seemed to be a signal, awakening something invisible.

The gazes uploaded by those dragon bones became more solid. Cassia believed that as long as there was sufficient energy here, it was foreseeable that they would all wake up on their own initiative. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he had thought about it countless times in his heart. I don’t know if Grote has such a hobby. Why would he choose someone else’s cemetery to hide something? I knew that this might be a back-up he left behind, but in the dream, Grote didn't say a single detail about this place.

According to Cassia's understanding at the time, all he needed to do was to find this location, and then spend some time to find the entrance. After successfully passing through the maze-like cave network, the second-generation holy sword was quietly inserted into the ground. Waiting for him to pull it out, and finally take it slowly back to Manoma.

It's just that the reality is too different, and Cassia should have thought long ago that things involving the first generation of Knight King could not be as smooth as she imagined.

Amidst the crashing sound of the coffin falling to the ground, Cassia pushed the coffin lid to the ground. The sound of the coffin hitting the ground vibrated, and the slightly bulging blood vessels on Cassia's forehead also began to beat. He turned on the strong flashlight and found that the huge coffin did not contain as many things as he had imagined.

There were no decorative grave goods, not even a single jewel. It may be appropriate to say it is empty, because the items inside do not seem that important compared to the entire huge physical coffin.

A skeleton lay inside, much taller than an ordinary person, about two and a half meters tall. Cassia subconsciously thought of Selmer. The color tends to be gray-black, and each one looks particularly thick. Even with the factors of body shape and height, it still looks abnormal in Cassia's eyes.

There are many fine black particles falling on the dead bones, which should be caused by the gradual decay and cracking of the armor he wore during his lifetime under the erosion of time. A string of necklaces was pierced on the bones of the chest and ribs. It was the only decoration. A piece of white thread was pierced by two animal teeth the size of thumbs. Maybe there will be some aura left on it, just like those dragon bones. It's just that they are dead things after all. For such a long time, Cassia has not felt any breath from the two animal teeth.

Picking up the necklace, you can see that the animal teeth are hollowed out, like a lampshade, and the hollowed out areas are filled with crystal amber. One of the ambers filled with animal teeth has been broken, while the remaining one is relatively intact. Frozen in the amber was a dark red crystal the size of a fingertip.

It is a translucent object that emits a hazy red light under light.

"The three crystals obtained through sacrifices in the last few stone paintings?" Cassia recalled, there was not much difference in appearance and shape, and they were still stored in the sarcophagus. "Then this withered skeleton was swallowed by the stone paintings. That person who is a crystal."

"The other crystal was taken away by Grote?" Cassia looked carefully at the dark red crystal in the middle of the amber, and her perception was greatly amplified at this time. This kind of crystal amber is not an ordinary thing. Through them, Cassia only has a visual experience of this crystal.

Next to the dead bones, an ordinary-looking long sword was lying there. It was not much different from the forged steel sword he usually used for training. The only difference may be in the material. Although it was an unusual dull silver color overall, it was obviously not steel, but another material that he had never been exposed to.

"Is this the second generation holy sword?" Cassia put the necklace into his trouser pocket, walked to the other side of the sarcophagus, and gently picked up the holy sword. It was very heavy. This was his intuitive feeling. An ordinary forged steel sword only weighed twenty or thirty kilograms, but the weight of this second-generation holy sword was estimated to be as much as his own weight, close to half a ton.

As the sacred equipment of the empire, Cassia originally thought that whether it was the first generation, second generation, or the Holy Sword itself, it would be the ultimate form of pneumatic weapons. However, Cassia did not see any pneumatic movement on the second generation Holy Sword in his hand. The shadow of weapons comes.

Except for weight and material, the second-generation Holy Sword is almost the same as an ordinary forged steel sword, and it doesn't even carry a bit of sacred aura.

"Is it because there is no liberation?"

I know some information about the Imperial Holy Spear and Holy Sword from many aspects. As the ultimate cold weapon, both the original body and its imitations have great power. Just like airships, the power levels they face are often fully configured. army. Using them seems to have its own prerequisites. Just like if you want to be proficient in using pneumatic weapons, you not only need your own status level, but also need to meet the corresponding standards during the surgical stage. At least Cassia knew that pneumatic weapons were tied to the surgical development of heat-resistant arms.

"Perhaps the same is true for the second-generation holy sword. If you want it to be effective in your hand, your own standards and matching knowledge are both indispensable."

He gently stroked the blade of the sword, feeling a cold feeling on his fingertips. The blade shone with cold light, as if it could cut through the eyes that were looking at it. Cassia tilted her head, thought for a moment, raised the second-generation holy sword awkwardly, and slashed it at the sarcophagus.

There was only a "chi" sound, and the sword cut through the air and the sarcophagus. Without causing any sparks from friction, it directly made a smooth gap, and half of the sword was completely sunk into the hard ground. If it weren't for Cassia's force in the middle, the entire sword blade would have sunk into the ground, leaving only the hilt.

"Boom!" Following this sword, there was a "buzzing" sound in Cassia's ears. The air instantly became thicker, almost solid, and a huge weight appeared out of thin air, pressing down on him. Although all the intact dragon bones around them do not have complete consciousness now, the destruction of the sarcophagus still touched them.

The eyes converged into a torrent, pushing the air to directly bombard Cassia's body. The body stopped obeying for a moment and froze in place. It wasn't until the air gradually dispersed that Cassia pulled out the holy sword and put it aside.

"Huh..." After exhaling heavily, Cassia wiped the sweat from her forehead and sighed secretly that she seemed a little too excited. Normally I would never do such a thing.

He turned his attention to the sarcophagus. Where the second-generation holy sword was originally placed, there was a box with a very modern texture. Cassia recognized that it was a special alloy. Although it was old, the environment inside the sarcophagus did not show signs of oxidation or decay.

"This is also left by Grote." Cassia said to herself, while lifting the box and taking a closer look. The suitcase looks a bit hefty after it has been shrunk. It is a standard password box, sealed very tightly, with three corresponding card slots, and three password cards half spit out.

There were no marks or explanations on the box. Cassia thought Groot would leave a few words on it.

Or should I say, those words you want to keep are inside the box. Pushing the password cards into the card slot one by one, Cassia recalled Grote's words again and made sure that he did not have any ill intentions towards her before pressing the third password card.

"Chichi..." Several airtight sounds sounded, and a gap formed in the middle of the sealed alloy box.