The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 847 - 0844: Eight Dragons God Sword (Second Update)

Chapter 847: Chapter 0844: Eight Dragons God Sword (Second Update)

The sword’s body was simple, and the craftsmanship did not seem particularly sophisticated, but the material was very special, resembling some kind of metal alloy that definitely included a mixture of different magical substances.

The hilt was the most distinctive part and also the area with the densest concentration of magic power.

Furthermore, Liszt saw with his Eye of Magic that it radiated eight different types of magic power—water, fire, earth, wind, lightning, light, ice, and darkness—all of which were of Superior Magic caliber.

One of these powers he was very familiar with—Fire Dragon Overmagic.

All these Superior Magics had been engraved into the spiral patterns on the hilt, each pattern representing a color, blue, red, yellow, green, purple, white, light blue, and black.

“So this sword has eight attributes, and they are all Superior Magic attributes?” Liszt tried channeling his own Fire Attribute Dragon Dou Qi and clearly felt that this sword amplified his Dou Qi to an exaggerated extent, far surpassing his current mismatched weapon, the Ice Soul Dragon-Slaying Sword.

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He executed a Combat Skill in the air, unleashing the Crimson Dawn Burn, which nearly set half the sky ablaze.

This frightened the group of Ancient Mages trembling incessantly. Even their most powerful magic spells were not as mighty as the casual strike from Liszt.

“It feels good, it’s just a pity that it isn’t a Knight’s Sword, not suitable for slashing moves… I guess this is essentially a sword-shaped scepter for enhancing the casting power of a magician… The creativity of Ancient Magicians sure is full, to make this sword, they likely needed to extract Overmagic from eight Elemental Dragons.”

From this, it was clear that Ancient Magicians made extensive use of dragons, at least they had already been able to freely collect various Evil Dragons.

“Although it is a magic sword, it can be used by me, albeit with some difficulty. I do not know what name it was given by its magician creator, but now that it follows me, it should have a more resonant name—I hereby bestow upon you the name ‘Eight Dragons God Sword’!” With a thought from Liszt, the Eight Dragons God Sword was stored inside his Space Ring.

Not a product of a Sacred Dragon, so the Eight Dragons God Sword could not resist being drawn into Gemstone Space.

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Having found the Eight Dragons God Sword, he naturally became even more eager to locate the weapons of the remaining five statues—precisely speaking, four statues, as one of the statue’s weapons should be the Time Scepter.

Despite searching several times, he had not located the broken weapon parts of these statues.

He walked back to the Listener, flipped open his notebook but found no suitable translation. He then resorted to using sign language, gesturing about the statues and the Eight Dragons God Sword before miming the part of an arm, inquiring about the whereabouts of other arm pieces from the Listener.

The Listener was not stupid.

He quickly understood Liszt’s meaning.

With lively gestures, he responded—Liszt grasped his meaning. After the statues shattered, many parts were taken by other splintered tribes for worship.

This was reasonable. The artifact “left by the ancestors” worshipped by the Horn Tribe likely referred not to the Time Scepter alone but included that part of the stone statue—for the Moon Slayers, these six statues were probably the ancestors they spoke of.

As the statues shattered, coinciding with the Moon Slayer Tribe’s continuous fragmentation, some larger tribes took pieces of the stone carvings back to their own settlements for worship.

“So to find these other parts of the statues, it seems I must conduct a comprehensive search of all the Moon Slayer Tribe… Too cumbersome, I’ll have the Knight Order carry out this task.”

The distribution of the Moon Slayers was too extensive for Liszt to search one by one. It would be very time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Better to let the Knight Order complete it. After all, everything on Flame Island belonged to him, and no one could hide these Ancient Artifacts from him. They would ultimately end up in his hands.

“So.”

He looked at the man who claimed to be “Sasumit,” briefly known as “Su,” the new “Holy Tribe” Listener. “Su, with these ruins standing tall with six statues of the Moon Slayer ancestors, does that mean the mountain behind is the Holy Mountain?”

“Holy Mountain!”

Su nodded excitedly, speaking in Moon Language while gesturing to convey its meaning, “Our ancestors fought side by side with dragons, and the Holy Mountain is the Eternal Paradise established by our ancestors and dragons. The Moon Slayers guard the entrance to the Holy Mountain, and the entrance to the Eternal Paradise!” As he spoke, he pointed at Hourglass Valley, his eyes shining with boundless devotion.

At that moment, an Ancient Mage suddenly pointed at the Formless Dragon that had appeared behind Li Si Te (Liszt) and cried out loudly, “Biggleswade!”

Li Si Te understood this phrase in Moon Language.

“Biggleswade” meant dragon.

The Moon Slayers had never seen a dragon, but they had heard the legends of their ancestors fighting side by side with dragons. Feeling the formidable Dragon Might of the Formless Dragon Bard, finally, one of the Ancient Mages made the connection with dragons.

The Listener too looked at Bard with excitement. Yet, cautiously, he asked Li Si Te, “Biggleswade?”

“Exactly,” Li Si Te signaled for Bard to bring his head closer, resting it by his hand, somewhat maliciously curious to observe the Ancient Magicians’ reactions, “Biggleswade, my battle companion!”

With affirmation,

The many Ancient Mages, led by the Listener Su, suddenly fell to the ground, crying out loud, “Seki! Biggleswade!” “Seki” meant “holy,” while “Biggleswade” was “dragon.”

They had placed Li Si Te on the same level as their ancestors; their ancestors were their spoken “Seki,” the holy ones, slumbering in the Holy Mountain, with the Holy Tribe guarding it. Li Si Te was now the living holy one, with a living dragon as a companion fighting by his side, making them submit from the depths of their hearts.

Of course,

This narrative was half-truth, half-fabrication, leaning perhaps more towards the Ancient Magicians flattering Li Si Te, while also embellishing their own quick betrayal of loyalty.

Looking at one Ancient Mage after another earnestly performing loyalty and devotion,

Li Si Te’s lips curved in a faint smile, not out of enjoyment for such flattery, but understanding that he had accidentally accomplished the Smoke Mission—finding the Holy Mountain and uncovering a sliver of the Ancient Magicians’ secrets.

“Mission complete, reward: Ruins Entrance.”

The Ruins Entrance was now clear to him, being the air passage behind in Hourglass Valley. There were shattered spaces, one of which was the material boundary leading to this location, the other must be the entrance to what the Moon Slayers called the “Eternal Paradise,” the so-called Ruins Entrance.

However, countless fissures blocked the entrance to the ruins, preventing exploration for the time being.

“Mission: Swift and agile in the action on the Holy Mountain, you rescued many beautiful Elves. The Elves born on Flame Island have finally met their savior, and as the master of Flame Island, all Elves are yours. Please see to the proper rehoming of the Potato Great Elf and this batch of Elves. Reward: Discovery of the New Archipelago.”

“Hmm, the discovery of a New Archipelago, eh… Yevich and the three Adventure Fleets have been exploring towards the mainland, aiming to directly find the Legendary Continent neighboring the Flame Islands. Yet now there might be the possibility that they will discover a new archipelago… Could it be another large archipelago?”

Currently, the Adventure Fleet has not ceased its mission and is still constantly exploring new islands.

So the mission reward would probably fall to the Adventure Fleet.

He brought his thoughts back to the present; with matters here concluded, it was time to choose to leave.

“Guard these ruins of statues well, Su!” Leaving his final command, he mounted the Formless Dragon Bard, and packed the Elves into a box to take with him.

Flipping open his notebook, he found the phrase he wanted to say.

As Bard soared into the sky, the authoritative voice of Li Si Te, empowered by the magic of the Formless Dragon, rang in the ears of all the Ancient Magicians: “Awai ou kong mu egan.”

The meaning of this phrase in Moon Language was,

I will come again!