"That thing...should be a big sword, right."

His Majesty the King, who was sitting on the observation deck, looked at the weapon in Marin's hand and asked the Earl next to him.

The latter was silent for a moment, then nodded: "In terms of length, it is indeed a big sword, but considering Mr. Marin's current body shape, it is a bit too small."

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Yes, it was a bit too small. When the referee came up to confirm the opinions of both parties, Marin waved the big sword in his hand with one hand - although the twigs of the World Tree formed a big sword, in terms of weight, it was

For Marin now, it is indeed important that only a small branch can have.

"Your Excellency, you really want to have a duel with Your Excellency Sel Kate, right." The referee came to Marin.

Marin nodded: "What did Your Excellency Sel Kate say?"

"He also agreed. Since you all agree, then, on behalf of the competition organization, I will confirm the legality of your duel." After the referee finished speaking, he looked at the two of them: "Now, you have one last chance to regret it. What's the matter?

Do you need to say anything?"

"No." Marin and the Baron replied in unison.

The referee then retreated from the field. Before leaving, he pressed a countdown on the side - a mechanical clock without a casing.

Marin adjusted the size of the twigs of the World Tree in his hand, but found that this thing could not gain weight.

With such a weight, it is too light for a long sword.

Originally, Marin asked the dwarf craftsmen if they could help him build a qualified weapon. The dwarf agreed at first, but then he heard that the goods would be picked up on the third day, and they were all scared - in their words, Marin needed it.

For the big sword, they must use solid materials, and then spend ten days and a half month making the carvings on the hilt...

The whole sword takes about a year, and Marin really killed the dwarf in these three days.

It was really helpless. Originally, Marin thought that he was only 1.2 meters tall. In that case, the sword transformed from the twigs of the World Tree would be just enough.

But now that his strength has increased by more than half, Marin feels too light even holding a two hundred kilograms of thick iron.

If it weren't for the big sword duel, Marin would have simply turned the twigs into maces.

Thinking of this, he raised his long sword to hold the sharp blade that was slashing at him. Marin stepped back, turned around, and turned the rounded sword into a clap, sending his impatient opponent back three steps.

Only took three steps back? This pale lord has some advantages.

With such doubts and emotions, Marin felt that he had found an opponent worth fighting.

The sword in his hand became thicker and thicker, and it did not need a sharp edge. In Marin's hands, the sword could kill without a sharp edge.

The Baron of Silent Hill did not sit still and wait for death. He turned around and intercepted Marin's pursuit with his sword. After Marin had to use his sword to block this horizontal slash, his strength also knocked Marin back a step, and then

Marin saw the young man continue to turn around, and the big sword was swung round as he turned. This time, Marin thrust the big sword into the ground and forcibly blocked the blow. Then the two men exchanged punches.

The two clenched fists struck together without any skill.

Marin took two steps back, and his opponent was knocked away. As he turned around in the air, Marin saw his big sword reach his hand.

Then the man launched a thrust directly at Marin in the air. Faced with an attack that completely violated the laws of physics, Marin did not need to take action. He just stood there, and then the twigs of the World Tree returned to his hand.

He raised the sword above his head with both hands. Marin's slash forced the baron to give up the thrust. His illusion replaced his body and continued his attack, and Marin allowed this illusion to pass through his body.

, and at the same time looking at the bone spur sticking to the ground, Marin turned sideways to pass the bone spur.

"I thought it was a real sword showdown."

"A real sword duel is when both sides draw their swords at the same time, and you threw the handkerchief. We are just a duel to decide the winner. Please do what you want." After saying this, this man took advantage of the situation and came with the big sword flat.

He seemed to be waiting for Marin to take action.

And Marin thought for a while, and the twigs of the World Tree finally turned into a long sword and an arm guard.

The arm guard, which was characterized by its indestructibility, blocked the stabbing blow and pushed him away. Marin approached his opponent and stabbed his chest with the long sword at the same time.

The baron seemed to have collapsed. The moment before the long sword penetrated his body, he turned into gravel. Then Marin turned around and exchanged swords with his hands. With a war cry, Marin waved the long sword and completely blocked the incoming sword.

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The small branch made the first cracking sound that caught Marin's attention - the combination of Lorraine and Feo was not a complete long sword after all.

After taking a few steps back, Marin was about to turn two twigs into two daggers. At this moment, all the extraordinary beings present raised their heads toward the sky.

In Marin's perception, there were two cracks in the sky.

The next second, two long swords fell in front of him.

The Baron did not launch an attack. He glanced at Marin and said, "It can be seen that you are indeed a very popular boy. Now, what choice are you going to make, Mr. Marin?"

"Children only make choices, Mr. Purcell, my choice is that I want them all."

After saying that, Marin grabbed the pure white long sword on the left side with his left hand, and pulled the black and red long sword out of the ground with his right hand.

The two long swords intersected, and they pulled out a large ball of sparks in Marin's hands.

The next second, Marin blocked the slashing attack with the long sword in his right hand, and swept the long sword with his left hand, forcing the baron in front of him to retreat.

The next second, Marin's pursuit gave way to the piercing. The next second, he also used the illusion to attract the attack. When the illusion that circled to the right was hit by the sword hilt and shattered, Marin's thrust had also been launched on the left.

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The baron withstood the blow - the sword standing on the ground blocked the thrust, but the extremely sharp sword cut a gash in the body of the sword.

Like a hot knife facing butter.

The baron gave up his greatsword and pulled a bone sword from the void.

It's full of the aura of chaos.

The members of the mage tower below immediately reinforced the shield of the site.

Marin looked at the man in front of him and sighed: "You finally turned into the person you once hated the most."

·But on the battlefield, only the result, the winner, is qualified to write the scroll called history.

The man who had completed his transformation into an undead stood here, with the red soul fire rolling in his eyes on his blue-black face.

"Yes, but you forgot one thing..." Marin put down the long sword in his right hand at this point.

If you can still remain alive, then we can still fight, but if you become an undead, burning your ugly and sinful red soul fire, trying to reverse the situation of the war through this method, but you will not be able to fight.

Not knowing such changes will only make you face death more quickly...real death.

Marin raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next second, a ray of light fell from the sky, and the divine judgment swallowed up the undead in front of him in an instant.

Listening to its howl, Marin nailed two long swords to the ground - the two legendary weapons of the Lord of Justice and the God of War appeared at the same time. In the eyes of outsiders, this may prove that Marin is in the eyes of these two gods.

Importance, but in Marin's view... it proves that the God of War has been completely taken over by Khorne, and it is still a true god - this weapon only has pure killing intent and no other aura of chaos.

...It can be considered a good thing. Although it is chaos, at some point, these four vendors will indeed play some righteous gods. Of course, the righteous gods they play usually have nothing to do with kindness, and the God of War... is obviously not a promotion.

The presence of love and peace.

At the end of the trial, the baron in front of him was almost dead. The flesh and blood on his body had been evaporated, and his pale bones were covered with black spots. This was a sign of being eroded by chaos. Marin even felt it from his soul fire.

The smell of decay - the baron unknowingly turned into a coordinate.

I don’t know whose hands the coordinates will be in, but it is obvious that this owner cannot be a good person who practices poetry and distance.

In the past, this baron might have been controlled by chaos, but now, all the chaos and chaos in him have been purified.

It raised its head and looked at Marin.

·It seems like...I...had a very long dream.

"Baron Ser Kate, you seem to have found yourself." Marin looked at the undead in front of him - indeed, he woke up, but the price was death.

The Light of Judgment is a six-ring blessing spell aimed at the undead. Anyone who can survive one shot is at least half a legendary being, and this is only the strength of an average caster.

The intensity of the light of judgment cast by Marin doubled, and this man finally came to the end of disintegration.

·I remembered who Mira was.

He mentioned Mira, then knelt on the ground, his finger bones began to disintegrate, and then his limbs.

·My Mira always likes to sing...

Marin turned his head, and he heard Mira's cry. At this moment, the soul fire in her master's dark skull also went out. The baron embraced the real death, and his skull fell to the ground.

It fell to pieces.

Marin turned around and walked off the field, and then he noticed that in the bag Faye opened, the piece of amber had turned into ashes.

"It suddenly became like this." Faye sighed.

"...Everyone has to pay the price for their choices." Marin patted Faye on the head - he already understood a little bit.

Mira said that her master was seriously injured and eventually retired because of the serious injuries.

Obviously, this injury was indeed very serious, otherwise he would not have transformed into a lich-like Pale Lord.

His wife obviously loved him very much, otherwise she would not have continued to follow him after he transformed into the Pale Lord... This transformation should have changed his memory, and Mira, as the most important thing, has been forgotten

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But where no one noticed, Chaos corroded his soul, and another natural disaster-level existence planted a coordinate in his soul, waiting for his soul to mature.
To be continued...