Chapter 678

Her husband had already fallen in love with someone else.

And he thought that his family had gotten rid of the person he liked and forced him to settle down and marry Selina.

Selina didn't expect that this man married her just to have a better chance of revenge and to use her reputation as a cover.

What a beastly person.

She felt that the most blind thing in her life was that she didn't see that he was such a shameless and heartless person.

Whether he fell in love with someone else or not, they could have called off the engagement.

She wasn't someone who had to get married to live.

But he actually transferred his hatred and his mistakes directly to her...

Even the stupid and abusive articles I read when I was young were not so outrageous.

What kind of species is this man? Selina couldn't describe it at all. She was just glad that her daughter was like her.

And now, her daughter is declaring war on her father for her, and the fight is going back and forth.

Selina gathered her thoughts and waited for the magic cannon to cool down before rushing towards the dragon again.

This battle lasted a whole night.

Iris had already withdrawn her domain, and only provided Selina with a shield while trying her best to restore her magic power.

The war was almost over, and except for Charon and the dragon, the rebels were defeated.

In fact, if the troops of the Holy Empire had not been transferred away, they would not have had such trouble fighting against the rebels in several cities.

The dragon was wounded and was about to be defeated by Selina.

It must have been stronger than it is now, otherwise it would not have sacrificed so many believers, and it would not have sacrificed an emperor and a princess to seal it.

However, there were no classes as strong as the sword master and the brave at that time, and there were no such powerful magic devices. A sword master plus a magic cannon beat him badly.

Charon was not much better. Some died and some fled when they saw the situation was not good, leaving only Cavendish still fighting with Raphael.

It can be seen that he is actually stronger than Raphael, but he did not kill him.

He wanted to escape, but the Thunder Sword Master was too fast and he couldn't get rid of him. He could only be dragged into the quagmire of the battle.

And no matter how he persuaded Rafael, even deliberately getting himself injured and pretending to be a father who still loved his daughter, Rafael remained unmoved.

In her heart, her father was already dead, and there was only the enemy who almost killed her mother and made her regret for the rest of her life.

"Rafael, in that case, I won't hold back either."

Finally, Cavendish issued a cold warning.

Rafael ignored him at all, and the Thunder Sword led the thunder to strike him unceremoniously.

Cavendish's face suddenly showed a fierce light, and his whole body turned into blood mist and disappeared in the lightning.

When the blood mist condensed again, it had already appeared behind Rafael, and then it was a sword as fast as a shadow.

After fighting for a night, both sides didn't have so much magic power and physical strength, and they couldn't fight as fiercely as before, so they could only pursue the simplest way.

Rafael was prepared. A pale blue sword condensed from water suddenly appeared behind her. The sword light formed a shield to block the backstab.

Rafael also came back to his senses and stabbed with all his strength.

Unexpectedly, this sword actually tore through Cavendish's defense and pierced his body directly.

It was as if he wanted to be killed by his daughter on purpose.

Rafael widened his eyes, somewhat unbelievable, and his fingers were trembling.

Until Cavendish fell to the ground and looked at her sadly.

"It seems that I lost."

After saying that, he threw the sword directly and there was no sound.

Rafael stood there blankly, still not reacting.

She raised the sword and came to Cavendish, raised it high, but finally did not drop it.

At this time, her brain was in a mess, and she didn't notice that Cavendish's hand moved slightly when she raised the sword.

After confirming that he had no breathing and heartbeat, and there was no sign of magic flow, Rafael stumbled back to the back in a daze.

She didn't know what she was feeling, and she had completely lost her ability to think.

Until she came to Iris, everyone around came up to ask about her.

She then cried out loudly, and she was so sad that she couldn't control herself.

And just as she cried loudly, an imperceptible red mark on her back suddenly lit up.

The corpse that was still lying far away on the battlefield turned into a blood mist and suddenly appeared behind Raphael.

He raised his sword high, and the long-prepared nirvana was about to be released. Everyone, including Raphael, didn't react.

As long as he successfully released it, everyone would die, and the first to bear the brunt was Raphael who was closest.

Chapter 256 Can this hero bear that anger?

"I refuse."

Emilia looked at the light ball in front of her and uttered three words.

Then she reached out to take out the holy sword in the middle of the light ball.

However, the moment her palm touched the light ball, she felt a strong resistance.

But here, she didn't have a trace of magic power.

Her power was useless in the face of this resistance.

This seemed to be another dimension, completely different from reality.

The force of the resistance increased, and Emilia was pushed back two steps.

"Only the things you cherish most are worthy of the power of the artifact."

Emilia listened silently and did not react.

She wondered if the brave men who came to take the holy sword before had experienced such a choice.

This doesn't sound like a good thing.

Even if it uses the most gentle and bewitching voice, that tone is like a gentle mother, not really wanting to take anything away from her.

The silver-haired man said that there was a problem with the holy sword before, is this the problem now?

So what was taken away from him?

What did she have that was worth taking away?

After thinking about it, she really didn't have anything very precious and important.

No relatives, no friends, no companions.

Poor and penniless, she had nothing.

If it were normal, she should have agreed without saying a word.

After all, she really didn't value anything too much, and only the responsibilities of the hero class were what she cherished.

The holy sword was just an accessory of the hero, it couldn't even take the hero away.

But now, she suddenly thought of that him.

She only vaguely sensed that he was in the goddess's whisper, but she didn't know him, how could she use someone she didn't know as a price.

Speaking of which, what does he look like? Can you cook? Do you think you eat too much?

The hero's thoughts began to drift away, and drifted far away.

Well, in fact, being unpredictable may not be a talent brought by the class, it may just be the personality of a cat.

While Emilia was thinking about it, the light ball seemed to say a lot of things, but she didn't listen.

"So do you still want the holy sword?"

The voice of the light ball suddenly seemed sharp and piercing, and quite impatient, as if it was already impatient with the distracted hero cat.

Emilia came back to her senses and tilted her head slightly.

Here, she couldn't hear the guidance of the goddess.

Now, only she can make the decision.

If it was him... what would he do?

Emilia thought of the unknown him again.

It's really strange, it's a person who doesn't exist in her memory, but she always thinks of him.

At first, she only sensed it from the divine language, but as the journey to find the sword deepened, she thought of it more and more times.

She continued to stare at the light ball without saying a word until it was shaking wildly and roaring loudly, then Emilia finally spoke.

"One million gold coins, will you give it to me?"

"..."

The light ball stopped shaking, and it even stopped moving.

The useless cat tilted its head slightly: "Two million?"

"The holy sword is not something that can be measured by money."

Finally, it spoke, and its voice returned to its previous soft and loving tone.

"Do you want a woman or a man?"

"It can't be measured by beauty either."

"I'll go find another artifact."

"The holy sword is the strongest artifact, and nothing else can be exchanged for it."

"Ten million."

"...I told you not to use money!"

The light ball's voice rose eight octaves, and it was almost unable to suppress its loving voice again.

The useless cat sighed and continued to be in a daze on tiptoe.

The light ball seemed to be afraid that she would be in a daze like before, until the end of time, and no matter how she called, she couldn't wake up, so she quickly added a sentence.

"You just need to swear with the thing you value most in exchange for the holy sword."

"Swear? You won't take it away?"

"It's just an oath to ensure that you regard the holy sword as your life. Of course, it won't take your life. The things you value don't include this."

It said it with reason and evidence, and with the voice of holy light and benevolence, it was very reassuring.

But Emilia had only one thought at this time.

It didn't directly answer whether it would take it away. It was lying to me.

Well, how could I know this? Did he say that?

Emilia's dull eyes flickered slightly.

"I refuse. This sword was originally found by me. Why do you take it away?"

She suddenly grasped the key point and became angry.

In this world, she, a brave man, can stand on fairness and justice and do robbery. Why do others rob her things?

"This is the final test of the Holy Sword."

"I found it, who are you? Take my things and negotiate with me, are you worthy?"

The last sentence actually silenced the light ball, and it was speechless for a long time.

After a moment, it just said in an extremely cold voice.

"You can't take the Holy Sword without swearing on the most important thing."