Chương 91: Legendary Artifacts (II)
Legendary Scythe Mockingbird
Known for its light maneuverability and quick speed, it can take on multiple opponents at once. Doused in the blood of the first Hydra, it has the corrosive ability of an acid that covers its whole blade. A brave Elven Hero, Regali wielded this scythe to kill the first Hydra in existence. The weapon chooses its master to wield its great power. Only the chosen Elven Species will be able to pull out all of its power.
Mockingbird was a ghastly looking scythe that was made of bones and metal combined into one. I couldn't help but feel uneasy. Why was the elven race so unearthly scary? Where was the enchanting elves that I read about in countless stories? Instead, this weapon was truly fit for a grim reaper. It wasn't a typical bow and arrow, but a damn scythe! This world truly blew my mind when it came to elves.
Legendary Claw Pulse
A legendary weapon imbued with the electric element's power, its lightning-fast arrows were known for its deadly accuracy. Doused in the blood of the Black Gryphon, it has a natural shock absorbent ability from thunder. The hero, Silver, slew the mighty beast. The weapon chooses the master to wield its great power. Only the chosen Beast Species will be able to pull out all of its power.
Pulse was an elegant claw that was like golden gauntlets. It changed from a claw form into a bow. For some reason, it did not want to stay in one form, but constantly shift one to another. I had to wonder why it would constantly move back and forth. Was the purpose of trying to show that it could change from one to another, or was it broken? I was not sure.
Legendary Sword Laurel
A legendary weapon imbue with the power of darkness. Created from the black magic, it can summon the undead. Hero Abigail struck her sword into the heart of the Black Dragon. The Black Dragon had cursed the sword and its wielder to fall into a temporary rage in battle. The weapon chooses the master to wield its great power. Only the chosen Human Species will be able to pull out all of its power.
Laurel reminded me of a Japanese katana. Its slight bend and sharp edge made it look like it was sucking in the light and devouring it. I felt a very uncomfortable feeling of staring at this specific weapon. It was a Dragon Slayer weapon, and I had it in this room all this time without even realizing it. The thought of it possibly killing me in my sleep made me shudder.
Legendary Katar Asphalt
A legendary weapon imbued with the power of Earth. It has the power to create and destroy mountains. Its enormous strength gives the owner one hundred times their normal strength. It has a natural nullifying ability to counter the Titan's horrible smell. Hero Bo was the holder of this weapon. The weapon chooses the master to wield its great power. Only the chosen Orc Species will be able to pull out all of its power.
Asphalt was Katar that seemed to continually let out steam from the back of the gauntlet. Seconds later, it drew in the air around it and let out a high pitch scream.
"Bone Crusher, Starlight, Gala, Mockingbird, Pulse, Laurel, and Asphalt." Phil's voice was almost a whisper. He was utterly dazed as he saw all seven Legendary artifacts dangerously spinning around me.
"You know them all?" Don expressed an awe towards Phil.
"These artifacts are written in the ancient language of the Elves. I had studied for a brief moment about what they look like and do. The problem is, how did it all end up here?" He looked over towards her with a gaping jaw.
"What do they do?" Don asked curiously.
"Majority of them are weapons specified to kill the Legendary creatures."
"Ah.…I see...that would definitely be very useful."
All of a sudden, the seven weapons started to swirl quickly around me as they started to turn blindingly bright. Even I had to squint my eyes from the jarring light. Each and every one of the Legendary artifacts aimed its blades towards me. Frightened at the sudden predicament, I held up arms over my head as they flew straight towards me. Every single one of the Legendary artifacts disappeared into my body in a blink of an eye.
"What just happened?" Don cried out. He was hunched over and was slowly getting back up. "I swear, I almost went blind. Where did they disappear off too?" He searched around, trying to find where they went.
"There." Phil pointed towards me. Don curiously followed Phil's hands and stopped to stare.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Phil studied me, trying to figure out what I was. "Did you get chosen by all of them?"
"Chosen? Me?" I was completely lost in what just happened. Nothing made any sense, nor did I understand why all seven artifacts disappeared inside me. "I-I'm not sure."
"I read something similar to this in stories that I have read." Don excitedly spoke. "Can you summon them out with your will or something? That's what happens when someone gets powerful or something."
"Um...Let me see." I closed my eyes, trying to feel out all seven of the artifacts inside and stored around my belly button. Each one had a warm tingling feeling and a light fiery glow around them. They each had a unique feel and even a fruity taste. At first, I tried to tug at the energy, hoping that it would do something, but it didn't budge. Instead, all seven artifacts started to dangerously siphon off my energy into itself, causing me to bulk and fall forward.
I didn't understand what was going on, nor could I stop the sudden loss of energy. The seven-way split, to each of the artifacts, felt like my soul was being shattered apart. I knew I needed to stop, but I didn't know-how.
"Young mistress!" Coco cried out in worry as she saw me collapse onto my knee. She hurried over, trying to help me, but didn't know what exactly to do.
"Young mistress!" Both Tart and Moca ran up to me to help me out, but they were suddenly stopped as seven phantom weapons appeared around me, blocking them from even getting closer. Instead, they were shot backward and crashed into the pile of gold.
"What is going on?!" Don panicked as he looked towards me in worry. He stepped backward, his hand up in front of him as the power radiated out of my body dangerously.
A blast of energy shot outwards from my body, throwing even Don flying back. The only one standing head-to-head was Phil, who stood his ground with his hands over his head.
"Berry! You need to lower your energy! Whatever you're doing is going to kill you!"
"I-I don't.….know.…h..o..w." My words were becoming a slur as I felt heavy. Any minute now, I felt as if my body and bones would break from the crushing weight.
Phil took another step forward, and a blast of energy shot out like waves towards Phil in attempts to subdue him. He didn't falter and continued to step forward with pain riddled in his body. I could hear him groan from pain as he got closer and closer. Even I was having a hard time trying to keep myself from going unconscious.
I was desperately trying to cut the thread of my power from being siphoned completely off into each weapon, but not a single one would stop. The artifacts hungrily devoured the energy as if they were starving for centuries. My human body felt like it was slowly breaking apart at the heavy pressure.
As Phil got closer, the artifacts spun around me like crazy. Each one, glowing with their respective colors, I felt a searing pain down my back from the hot energy that dripped off the artifacts. They reminded me of molten lava one second, and the next, they were cold as ice.
"Get back." I ground my teeth as I tried my best to tell him to stop advancing and agitating the situation, but I felt my words weren't even audible from the sound of the wind around us.
"Berry, you need to quell your energy before it's too late!"
"I'm trying...ing."
A shocking pain shot through my spine, making me collapse onto the ground. The wind howled as if a hurricane had blown through. Gold, crystals, and small artifacts that I had never seen before flew around me like a tornado. I felt a burning sensation in my eyes as they changed into dragon irises. The world around me fluctuated with different colors as I saw strange waves of energy around me.
With the little sanity I had, I reached out with my mind towards the light colors of the energy. They were like long streams of yarn that danced around like waves. Each one different in color, and I knew what they were. My instinct took over as I threw out my conscious net to draw in these waves into myself.
Every single elemental energy that was in the air was violently being drawn towards me. Each sparkle of colors disappeared and siphoned into my body and to the Legendary Artifacts. I could feel the hunger from the artifacts that wanted to even devour me. The room shook, making the lights flicker, the gold flood downwards, and even air tense with power. All the energy inside the room was gone in an instant. Following after, I could hear a deafening hum that vibrated throughout my body.
The artifacts stopped spinning around and stood absolutely still. The only thing that blocked Phil from coming forward was the black glowing sword-- Legendary Sword Laurel. It fired off black fireballs of muck that fell in front of him and onto the ground, eating away at the stone. The line was drawn between Phil and me, Laurel didn't want Phil to get any closer.
I was flat on the ground, unable to move, but started with a terrifying expression. A wash of dark energy splurge out from Laurel and aimed directly towards Phil. My mouth couldn't shout out towards him to run away, and instead, it completely surrounded him one go.
An overwhelming weight of horror fell in my heart as the thought of killing Phil, because of the uncontrollable energy from the Legendary artifacts. It grated my soul that I couldn't do anything but watch as Phil got devoured. Yes, I didn't want him to become a Demon Lord, but that didn't mean I hated him. Just as he was swamped with the energy, a hand pushed forward from the mass of darkness. His whole hand was covered in black goo, he reached forward and grabbed onto the hilt of Laurel.
"Be silent, Laurel!" Phil shouted with a commanding voice that boomed across the whole room.
Suddenly, the whole room became still. The energy that was fluctuating from all the weapons even stopped as Laurel pulled back the black goo into itself, frightened by the intimidating aura around Phil. I could feel that all six artifacts disconnected with me and slowly went back to sleep, disappearing into my body without a single sound.
The only one that stayed out was the Legendary Sword Laurel, who was still in Phil's grasp. A flash of black fire erupted around the sword, but it didn't harm Phil at all. I felt queasy and weak. My body was not responding, and all I could think of before I blacked out was the word, Shit.
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