Mars remembered that he had found the official website of the Great Sword Master on a search engine. The homepage of the official website was black with a line of words written on it.

The great swordsman is a native profession that has been abandoned by the times.

Because in the later stages of the Great Destruction, when muskets appeared, the great swordsmen suddenly discovered that there was a weapon that could kill them faster than mages. In fact, a musketeer trained for half a year, as long as he had a foundation in the hunter sequence,

You can unexpectedly kill swordsmen of the same level from a distance.

And a newly promoted swordsman has almost no power to protect himself when faced with a mortal musketeer who has studied for three months. The newly promoted swordsman has studied for ten years in order to hold a sword, and the mortal musketeer has trained for three years in order to be able to hit the target.

months.

Therefore, it is not that humans no longer like powerful native professions, but that the times have eliminated them.

Mars thought of this and stretched out his hand.

Someone outside the court said, "This is an ancient relic," and asked Mars not to take action.

But Mars turned a deaf ear, because he could feel that there was a will in the sword calling him.

The moment he touched the hilt of the great sword, the world in Mars' eyes disappeared. Everything was going backwards. The building turned into a construction site, the street turned into a wilderness, and then it became a battlefield between chaos and humanity.

Finally, a man stood in the wilderness.

He turned to look at Mars.

"A blade dancer, a child of the future, do you still believe in the profession of swordsman? Do you still think that the sword can protect everything?"

This is an old man with white hair and eyes full of loneliness and sadness.

In his hand he held a broken half-sword.

Mars thought for a while, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of a point of view that should make sense: "I believe that in the profession of swordsman, the sword can still protect everything, and the swordsman does not have no room for survival.

, the musket only brings a harsher future, but justice has always been within the arms of the sword holder. This is the same whether it is ten thousand years ago or a hundred thousand years later, Your Excellency."

"What if the sword holder also holds a musket? Will this be the end of the sword master?" the old man asked.

"Your Excellency, muskets are not the end of swordsmen. Both muskets and swords are weapons. There is no difference between those who hold guns and those who hold swords. Only people's hearts are different. Evil people do evil, and good people promote good. This is

In my opinion, the root of all injustice and struggle is that not believing in oneself is the end." After speaking, Mars patted his chest.

This is what An Mimi said about the actions of the great swordsman when approaching battle.

The loneliness and sadness in the old man's face disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"I have met other people, but that black-haired boy has a bad mentality and is not suitable for my inheritance. And you... although you are a hairy orc, you have a good mentality and a strong will. What's even more rare is yours.

My heart is to my liking, I am Emmet Serk, and I will carry on with what I have learned from a lifetime of fighting. Remember you said that justice is always within the arms of the sword bearer."

With this motto, Mars found that the wilderness was no longer there, and there was only a steel jungle in New Hangzhou.

Raising his sword, Mars looked at the black-haired young man walking out from the first floor of the building, and held a sword flower in his arms with extremely skillful movements.

All the fighting skills came to mind one by one. Mars smiled because it was a habit: "I'm coming."

"Your appearance is very amazing." The black-haired Park Jiale looked at Mars from a distance with his alloy sword: "The fighting swords of ancient times are long-lasting after all. If you really love swords, you will see it all over your body."

If it’s stained, you shouldn’t use it.”

Mars raised his sword and looked at the mottled cracks on the sword. Its owner held it and fought until the last moment. Emmet Selk, the legendary swordsman of Carter Castle, was still fighting against the remaining chaos until he was a hundred years old.

On the battlefield, he was eventually killed in the wilderness due to serious injuries. His life was a life of holding a sword. He was the last glory of the native profession of great swordsman.

After him, the great swordsman had no battle formation legend.

Thinking of this, Mars shook his head.

"Although the ancient sword is old, it still has the will to kill the enemy."

Yes, this sword has been severely damaged a long time ago, but it has always carried the final sword intention of His Majesty the Legend. It is choosing a young man, it is waiting for a inheritance, and today it has waited.

Mars didn't want it to lose its last chance to fight.

"You stupid guy, do you know that this sword is the sword of His Excellency Emmet Selk? Do you know how valuable it is? Before you die, you hope that its successor can continue to protect the planet at our feet!

And you want to hold it and use it in a duel! It's already covered in scars!"

Mars still didn't want to let go of his hand. At this time, a house elf holding a half-sheathed sword came over.

When Mars saw the sword, the sword in his hand suddenly stopped struggling, and it seemed to accept the fate of being replaced.

"I am the sword bearer of the Meng family, and this is the sword you should hold." The house elf's hair has all turned white, and he even has a slight stoop, which is a sign of extreme old age.

Mars first pulled out the sword. As it appeared, Mars felt the resonance of his soul. This half-sword seemed to have been prepared for him from the beginning.

"Thank you." Mars gently put the ancient sword into its sheath.

Then the guards came over and escorted the old man away.

Mars looked at the sword in his hand. The sword was one meter long, with a sharp front end and a blood groove. There were two palms near the hilt that were not edged. The hilt was straight and the pommels on both sides were round.

, like the four-corner weights at the end of the sword hilt, can be used for hammering when necessary.

A very standard Western-style half-hand sword. How did the Meng family's sword holder preserve this sword, and how did he bring it here.

But in Mars' eyes at this moment, these are just trivial matters. He just looked at the opponent in front of him. He was at the scene that rainy night and was one of the people who shot at his father.

But his thoughts were also stamped with steel, and the two people who were stamped with stamps were said to have been found by the Church of Justice, but their minds were also stamped with stamps, and they knew nothing about why they were on the dock that day.

Park Jiale is not the mastermind behind the scenes, but this does not mean that they will not be hunted by Mars.

Because he must pay for the mistakes he made.

Thinking of this, Mars looked at Park Jiale in front of him: "It's a classical challenge, right."

"Yes, classical challenge." After saying that, Pu Jiale began to perform auxiliary spells on himself.

So Mars held the sword in one hand and began to perform magic with the other hand.

Elvish language is not easy to memorize, but Marth's talent allows him to cast spells directly using only gestures, which makes An Mimi envious. She said that such talent is hard to find in the world.

Mars didn't believe it before.
Chapter completed!