"Let's not talk about whether it will work or not. Even if it does, how can you fight against the sword in my hand?"
Hitzfeld still said nothing.
She reached into her chest and pulled out a piece of paper.
He spread it out and faced Katina, and saw that her pupils contracted slightly.
"impossible--"
"No... Stop her now!!!"
She ignored her screams and the sound of breaking air behind her.
He just closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to grab the paper, and pulled out a silver cross sword in a burst of golden light.
It bears some resemblance to the sword in the princess's hand.
But the biggest difference is... there is an eye in the center of its hilt.
Chapter 132
On the way to the Palace of White Shadows, Hitzfell realized that Alwin Harwin might have difficulty responding to those artifacts because his power had been usurped.
She realized that the ancient god blood that Alwin possessed at this time might not be as strong as her own, because although the Harwin family claimed to be descendants of God, their blood had been diluted after being passed down from generation to generation, and was completely unlike her... Her eyes were fused with the blood of the goddess.
Although there was only one drop, it was genuine divine blood. Just because Elwin couldn't trigger the power didn't mean she couldn't do it. Her first use of divine blood ink had already proven that.
Of course, she also had to admit that the enemy she faced this time was a little different.
She is not a simple evil spirit, nor a lunatic who believes in evil, but a legitimate successor to an ancient dynasty. She possesses at least two divine artifacts, and gathers all the blood power of this generation of the Harwin family. Who knows how many methods she can use.
Can the power of divine blood ink work on her?
Hitzfeld was inclined to believe that it could, but she didn't dare gamble on how much effect it would have, whether it would be resisted, or whether her idea was wrong.
There was very little ink left in the pen. Even if mixing it with his own blood could activate divine power and reproduce the miraculous performance of suppressing the golem's curse, Hitzfeld thought that it would still not be enough.
She needed a trump card that could truly be the final word. She wanted a "means that would guarantee 100% victory once materialized by the divine blood ink."
It’s too difficult…
Everyone wants such means, but she couldn't think of what she could draw.
Airship? Plane? Cannonball?
To be honest, she didn't think that the thermal weapons of this era could have any significant effect on evil spirits of the level of the Death Tree.
In hindsight, if she had known who the enemy was at the time, and if she had known that the enemy was Katina, she could have tried to depict her tragic death with just a few strokes.
But she didn't know that Katina didn't give her any time to prepare.
There was no way she would keep this little ink unused and use it to draw when she ran into trouble - she didn't think her enemies would be as dull as in operas and stories.
For emergency considerations, this trump card must be prepared before she arrives at the White Shadow Palace.
So many requirements... so harsh conditions...
Just when she was almost driven crazy by her thoughts and was considering whether to try to draw an "Axis 235", she saw Grimm.
When he saw Grimm, he thought of the remaining pages of the Book of Howling, and then remembered the Gray Mist Temple that he was connected to when he first came into contact with the code book.
Yes, first time.
Instead of the second time.
Because some people only appear in the first scene, and so do some things.
Hitzfeld has always had a guess: the blonde woman she saw at that time, sitting at the desk with her back to her, was most likely the Sun King, the supreme god of the Cult of Machinery and the Sun Goddess.
So this was definitely the most powerful "thing" she had ever seen in her two lifetimes combined. She immediately realized that if she could draw this god, the consequence would most likely be what she wanted.
There was divine blood mixed into her blood, which came from the goddess. They were naturally related, which increased the chances of success.
Once the goddess could come down, she felt that having not only one Death Tree, but even a dozen or a few hundred more would not be a problem.
But the reality is cruel... After studying it for a while, she found that it was just a fantasy.
Because she had never seen the goddess' face, she didn't know what she looked like.
Just by looking at the back, she didn't dare to gamble on the consequences of making a mistake, so she had to give up this plan.
But after giving up, following the scene in her memory, her attention quickly shifted to... the sword that the blonde woman was leaning against the table.
It was a long cross sword with a relatively wide blade, and she couldn't see the details of the hilt clearly at first.
She only remembered... after the woman said "You should go", the hilt of the sword, which was the intersection of the cross, seemed to open an eye, and endless hot flames emerged from the eyes, completely blowing her spirit and soul back from the temple.
Hitzfeld had no idea what the sword was called.
She didn't know who it belonged to, she wasn't even entirely sure of the woman's identity, and she didn't know if the sword had a name.
She just knew that she saw it clearly.
The first moment the sword "opened its eyes", she finally saw what it looked like with the help of the light.
The exquisite inscriptions, the dark gold carvings, the groove in the center of the hilt, and the eye-shaped emerald gem embedded in it - she could see them all clearly.
So she decided immediately: just choose it.
Although she knew almost nothing about it, she felt there couldn't be a better choice.
So she did it: she used the last bit of ink left to carve out a silver cross sword that was sunk into the crevice of the rock. Its style was somewhat simple, with some traces of vicissitudes and years. There was a hole in the middle of the hilt that went through both sides, and an emerald gem was inlaid in the hole...
Do not--
It should be an eye.
……
The sword is heavy.
At least it was heavy for Hitzfeld.
She didn't have enough strength to continue holding it, and after swinging it wildly and using it to cut through the approaching Treeman warriors, she dropped her wrist and let the tip of the sword slightly lean against the ground.
The horrified expression on Katina's face after seeing the sword proved that she had made the right choice, but Hitzfeld couldn't relax, as the situation she faced was still difficult.
First of all, she still didn't know how to use the sword.
Katina has already demonstrated the power of the artifact... The silver cross sword in her hand should be pieced together from broken sword fragments, and many fine cracks can be seen on the surface.
The war between gods in the sky has reached a fever pitch.
During the battle between the Death Tree and the Mechanical Sun, boiling molten steel and burnt branches would occasionally fall everywhere. Hitzfeld saw with his own eyes that Katina used one hand to hold the sword and block all the molten steel and flames.
The sword was now emitting a red light from the inside out.
It's like a red-hot iron, but it still maintains its shape.
Hitzfeld wasn't sure if the sword in her hand had such power - she didn't dare to gamble, and she was in a very awkward situation while dodging the molten steel flames.
The only thing that was certain was that Katina was very afraid of it and had been avoiding contact with the blade.
Whenever she tried to get close with a sword, she dodged.
He did not engage in any head-on confrontation, nor did he even intend to wield his sword to resist, and he even used the half-corrupted Xia Yibing as a shield.
It was impossible for Hitzfeld to attack Xia Yibing at the same time, so she could only change direction.
Sometimes he had to dodge instead - the insane Xia Yibing would draw his knife and chop at him from time to time.
After repeating this several times, Hitzfeld became more and more breathless, and his hand holding the sword became weaker.
If this continues, you will be dragged to death.
"Huh...Huh...I advise you to give up resistance..."
Still staring at the sword in her hand, Katina was calmer than at the beginning.
"You don't even know what you're holding..."
As she spoke, her face began to distort.
"You are not qualified to take this..."
She is jealous.
Hitzfeld guessed this from her look and tone.
It seems that she knows what this thing is and what will happen if she is touched by it.
The bad thing was that she obviously couldn't be expected to give the answer.
“Xia, are you sure you want to depend on this bastard.”
She spoke slowly.
"Remember how many people died in Elnak?"
"I'm not pleading for Charuni, I can even say... I'm willing to stand on your side... I also want to kill him, and I'm willing to do it with you."
"But we should never ignore who the enemy is in the pursuit of revenge."
"Charuni..."
The woman raised her head slightly and looked directly at the girl.
"Charuni Sarath must die...must die...die..."
Has he lost his mind to the point where he can't communicate?
His heart seemed to be squeezed and Hitzfeld felt like he couldn't breathe.
The frequency of the earth's vibration has been increasing since just now.
She couldn't wait, and didn't want to wait any longer.
"If you were to die today."
"So……"
"I also……"
The blood in my body is boiling.
She felt it.
The moment she made up her mind, the sword in her hand seemed to have a will of its own.
She took another step - but it was not entirely under her own control, as a small part of it was carried by the sword - and was carried forward by it to chop.
Katina tried to dodge again.
Xia Yibing’s figure stepped forward to intercept.
Hitzfeld's face changed drastically - she saw Katina stabbing forward with a sword, aiming at the woman's back.
His original plan was to push the woman away even if it meant taking a blow from Chang Xia, and to chop Katina with the mentality of dying together, at least forcing her to touch the blade.
But the current situation...
If she knocks Xia away at the right time, the sword won't be able to hit her and she will be pierced instantly by Katina.
But if she didn't hit it, Xia would be the one to be pierced.
There was no time for her to hesitate or think.
Completely out of instinct, Hitzfeld ducked his body, and Changxia's sword brushed past his shoulder.
But the expected impact did not come.
Instead, she felt herself being held.
With a quick glance, she vaguely saw the struggle on the woman's face, and her heart trembled: "Don't..."
Katina had a triumphant smile on her face.
She pursed her lips even more tightly and thrust out with the sword, as if she had already seen the scene of piercing through both of them.
But the next moment, a fourth figure jumped out from the darkness.
The man had a stern and cold face. He stood horizontally in front of the sword, not only allowing the hot sword to pierce his body, but also stretched out both hands to grab the blade, blocking it with both hands.
Hitzfeld was lifted into the air and spun half a circle, and when he turned back, this was the scene he saw.
Her eyes turned red.
