novelhk Chapter 287 The Holy Sword!
Chapter 287 The Holy Sword!
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Lin Lie lay in the ruins, his consciousness fading.
As he was thrown, his body bounced several times on the ground before finally rolling into a pile of broken bricks and tiles. He and Shang-Chi tumbled together in the earth, enduring the excruciating pain of broken bones.
He looked up at the green figure with its back to him.
That arrogant and domineering aura—it's just so unsettling.
He really wanted to go up and help, but with almost all his bones broken, he really couldn't do it.
His fingers clawed at the rubble, grasping at a handful of dust, then helplessly released it.
On the other side, Shang-Chi also seemed to have suffered serious injuries.
His body was leaning against a section of the crooked wall, his chest heaving violently, and the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth had dried into a dark red stain.
But he still stubbornly tried to stand up—his hands were on the ground, his arms were trembling, and his knees were slowly leaving the ground.
"Thump."
A soft thud as someone fell.
He failed.
Accompanying the thud was a series of cracking and creaking sounds from bones—
That means the other person might not even have any decent bones left in their body.
"Lin Lie—" Shang Qi's voice was as weak as a thread that might break at any moment, but his tone remained calm, so calm that it didn't sound like someone who was about to faint. "Do you know? That sword... is really a treasure."
Lin Lie's gaze sharpened slightly.
"It's a good thing...it's a very good weapon. It's just that you haven't figured out how to use it yet."
Shang Qi paused, coughed twice, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth. "Don't resist...accept it. Treat it as your friend...your comrade-in-arms."
Shang Qi spoke weakly, constantly trying to comfort Lin Lie.
A bitter smile involuntarily appeared on Lin Lie's lips.
No way—at a time like this, you're still telling me this?
But the sky was clearly blue—no, the sky was clearly black, completely obscured by smoke and dark clouds.
Lin Lie's gaze fell upon the green longsword that was just inches away from him, within reach of him.
The Fuxi Sword lay quietly among the rubble.
The green light on the sword had dimmed to almost nothing, like a lamp about to go out.
It lay there quietly, as if waiting for something.
Lin Lie mustered all his strength to force a smile.
He seemed to have returned to his childhood, to the days when he fought with others.
Whenever he tried to play the hero and got beaten to a pulp, he would go to his father and cry about it.
At these times, her father would gently stroke her head and encourage her to smile.
Because people who smile a lot are usually lucky, right?
Of course, if it were today, Lin Lie might counter by saying that it's because people with bad luck simply can't laugh.
Lin Lie staggered.
He stretched out his hand with all his might.
He thought of many things, such as his past self, looking at the precious sword that his father had returned, but not seeing his father's figure. He was still obsessed with his work of exploring ancient tombs.
no doubt.
once Upon a time,
Lin Lie even came to hate his father, and by extension, he also came to hate the weapon that the father had returned. He kept the weapon in the center of the hall as if it were an offering.
Normally, he wouldn't even bother to dust it.
Perhaps that's why, when I start to need this weapon, it always "desperately" gives me the cold shoulder.
It was as if it were revenge.
Of course, he wasn't someone who would give up so easily. When dealing with Sun Wukong, he could tell himself that they had other ways, other ways, and so on!
But now.
Lin Lie gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice from the depths of his throat with all his might: "If you really are the Holy Sword... then now... I beg you, help me."
At least—don't let me stay here and watch my comrades leave!
His voice was hoarse and trembling, with an almost pleading sincerity.
His body began to writhe—like a warrior climbing under barbed wire, inch by inch, slowly, toward the green longsword.
Gravel cut his palms, steel bars ripped his arms, and blood left a long trail on the ground he crawled across.
But he didn't stop.
He finally reached it.
When Lin Lie's fingers gripped the hilt of the green longsword once more—
The stars on the Fuxi Sword began to light up one by one.
Those patterns that were originally dull and lifeless, like dead stars, now seemed to be infused with new life, lighting up one after another.
Green light surged from the sword, spreading up Lin Lie's arm and enveloping his entire body.
The light was not dazzling, but warm like the sunshine of early spring.
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"This is your last chance—"
The giant snake roared arrogantly, tightening its grip on Qixuan's neck even more.
Looking at the pained and struggling expressions on the faces of the two Thors, he felt a surge of indescribable pleasure.
Surprisingly, this trick actually worked.
Are you kidding me?
He is a super villain destined to bring fear and sin to all things, so how could he possibly care about the filth of his methods?
But they are different—
They are heroes!
A hero's duty is to save lives!
A hero cannot stand by and watch the innocent die!
Even heroes can be subdued by such underhanded tactics!
The giant serpent roared proudly, its laughter echoing across the battlefield, piercing and rampant.
"Don't move—don't move at all—"
His voice carried the smugness of a victor.
But the next moment—
"Pfft."
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was particularly clear amidst the laughter.
The snake's voice abruptly stopped.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest.
A green longsword pierced his back and emerged from his chest.
A warm and bright green light flowed across the sword, a light that was eroding his power of fear—like sunlight melting ice and snow, like fire burning dry wood.
Strength is being lost.
The pain of flesh being cut spread like a tide from my chest throughout my body.
The pain wasn't sharp, but rather a dull, heavy one—
It felt like something was being slowly drawn out of his body.
The snake's fingers unconsciously loosened.
His cyclone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, while he gasped for breath.
"How is that possible...?"
His voice was hoarse and blank.
He slowly turned his head.
Behind him, a young man covered in blood was kneeling on one knee, his hands gripping the green longsword that had pierced his chest.
The young man's face was covered in blood and ash, but his eyes—those eyes burned with a light that was unfamiliar to him!
The name of that light is faith!