Infinite script kill

Chapter 543 The Spear Sword... It's also a sword!
Outside the farm, Sagem carried the demonized corpses aside.

Qin looked in the direction of the cell from time to time, his eyes full of worry.

She even wanted to go down several times to find out, but looking at the dark dungeon, she really couldn't muster up the courage to go in.

The only thing I can do is to put my hands on my chest and silently pray to the Lord God.

Pray that the two of them can come out of it as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, the captain is not an ordinary person."

Dorsey walked up to Jean, took out a cigarette from the box, and put it to his mouth.

Qin gave him a disgusted look, turned around and walked to the upper air outlet. Dorsey has become accustomed to this, and continued to say to himself:

"Rome collapsed overnight more than 300 years ago, and witches and demons were rampant. It was a brave man who conquered the whole country and unified the empire. Do you remember his name?"

"Remember, Alfred, it is rumored that the Pope personally presided over his coronation ceremony, and handed him the silver key that symbolizes authority in the world."

The history of the violin is good, especially about the history of the church.

Alfred is the only emperor recognized in the history of the empire, and also the only one.

It was he who completed the separation of theocracy and human rights, even if it was only on the surface at the time, but the Pope did give him the silver key.

It is precisely because of this that the empire is now thriving.

After speaking, Qin squinted at Dorsey: "Why, you still have to tell me, is the captain a descendant of Alfred?"

"Hahahaha, as smart as you are, you naturally guessed this old-fashioned routine, but what I want to tell you is that although the captain is not a direct descendant in the true sense, he does have the blood of Alfred the Great...

And I can tell you responsibly that the rumored silver key given by the Pope is not a key in the true sense, but a special contract power, which will be hidden in the blood of every descendant of Alfred inside.

So just relying on this, you can rest assured. "

Faced with Dorsey's exaggerated expression, although Qin knew that this was probably a little story written and directed by Dorsey to comfort her, she felt a lot better for a while.

"Hey!!"

Suddenly, prop master Xio shouted from the gate, followed by a holy light bullet, which was fired into the air by Xio.

With the help of this holy light bullet, the expressions of the five people instantly became ugly.

The swaying figure in the woods gradually became clear under the holy light.

"Damn, why are there so many??"

Dorsey threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and those twisted and demonized figures had formed a dark shadow, moving towards them.

As if he had received some kind of summon from somewhere, he walked out of the woods in a blink of an eye, stepping on neat steps...

On the other side, Yate heard Xu Tong's arrival, his heart trembled uncontrollably, and he raised his head cautiously.

A silver long gun came into view. The quaint gun body was carved with delicate textures, and it was still as bright as new even after a thousand years.

The body of the gun is not long, but the other end is shaped like a long sword.

It is not so much a spear as it is an extended sword.

Such a weird shape is naturally no longer seen now, but Yate naturally recognized the origin of this spear at a glance.

"Santias Spear Sword!"

Yate has heard of this legendary weapon since he was born, and only saw it for the first time today, but it does not affect the unique status of this weapon in his heart and the deep sense of shock.

And when Yate continued to look down along the blade, the shock in Yate's eyes gradually turned into doubt and bewilderment.

One end of the blade was inserted into a corpse.

The corpse was as thin as a poor monkey, and the wide blade would even cut him open.

"Is this the rumored ancient demon king?"

Art said to himself.

This is completely different from what he imagined, and even the huge contrast makes people feel absurd.

Presumably, if other people knew that the demon king sealed by the Gunslinger Sword in the dungeon they feared day and night turned out to be like this, they didn't know what kind of expression they would have.

Xu Tong looked at the corpse, but his face was full of vigilance and vigilance.

This seemingly dry corpse was thrown on the road. I am afraid that even a dog would not chew it, but is it really just that?

He recalled the moment when he entered the dungeon for the first time, and he still had goose bumps on his body.

With doubts, Xu Tong put his hand on the handle of the spear sword.

"Zizzizi..."

As a result, the palm of his hand just touched the handle of the gun, and his palm felt like it was being touched by a red-hot iron. When he turned his hand over, he saw that there were large blisters on the palm of his hand.

"This is an artifact, don't mess around!!"

Yate seemed to have expected this result a long time ago: "If you can't change your physique, you don't even think about pulling out this long gun."

"Do you want to change your physique?"

Xu Tong was stunned for a moment, and could not help smelling some conspiracy from Yate's words.

Immediately, he didn't touch the spear, but sat on the ground, took out some food from the item book, and chewed it.

"Are you still in the mood to eat?"

Yate looked at him eating and drinking, and felt anxious. Shouldn't he pull out the sharp gun and sword as soon as possible at this time and leave?

"eat!"

Xu Tong casually threw him a piece of bread, and gnawed on the chicken leg: "Eat it, if you don't eat it, you might lose your chance."

"Kazi~~"

As he said that, Xu Tong also opened a bottle of Coke, which was cold and refreshing. This is the benefit of the item book. The food thrown in it can remain in the same state as it was thrown in forever. Even the Coke is iced.

Apart from the inability to save living people, the only downside is the limited number of grids.

In addition to throwing away your own prop cards, you need to separate half a page of grids for sundries.

I don't know how much the number of grids can increase after becoming a certified player.

Yate looked at the bread in his hand, and didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment, but seeing that he was eating deliciously, his stomach started to growl.

Then eat some.

"Come on, let's sit down and eat."

Xu Tong pulled Yate to sit down, and pushed all the snacks and fruits to Yate, which made Yate suspicious, wondering how he carried these things with him.

But don't say, although the food is very strange, most of which he has never seen before, but the taste is indeed very delicious.

While eating, Yate smelled a smell of tobacco. Seeing that Xu Tong had stopped eating, he began to smoke a hookah.

I couldn't help but rolled my eyes, thinking that Bishop Kevin was too unreliable.

But Yate didn't know that Xu Tong was not simply enjoying eating and smoking, but thinking.

In my mind, I made a comprehensive review of the script world this time.

Every detail was replayed in Xu Tong's mind on the screen.

In a trance, he could feel that there was an invisible palm covering his head, as if manipulating everything.

Whether it is the promotion task in the script world or the appearance of Thalia, the ultimate point of all conflicts is to let yourself pull out the spear.

Well, if I pull out this gun...

Does it mean that that moment is his own death?
At this moment, Xu Tong suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked Yate beside him: "Yat, do you understand this gun? Is it a gun or a sword?"

Hearing Xu Tong's sudden inquiry, Yate puffed his cheeks, gnawed on the bread, and explained: "Understood, as long as everyone in the church understands!"

It is said that a craftsman, on Thanksgiving Day, prayed to the god to allow himself to forge a weapon that will be recorded in history.

As a result, a meteorite happened to hit his blacksmith shop that day.

The craftsmen have exhausted their minds and used the Damascus forging method to forge this unique gun sword.

Because of the unique shape, it has been criticized by later generations.

Many people even suspected that the craftsman originally wanted to forge a big sword, but inexplicably forged the hilt into a gun hilt.

Moreover, this gun is not used by ordinary people at all. It is the same as an ordinary weapon in the hand, except that it is a little harder, and has no special features.

Until the battle between the devil and the angel, the spear sword seemed to be inspired by the god, and it flew into the angel's hand automatically.

So far this artifact has become the nightmare of all demons.

And it was only later that people discovered that because the battle angels were different from ordinary people in stature and hands, the Spear Sword was more like a two-handed sword in their hands.

So this is an artifact specially forged for angels, and mortals cannot exert its power at all.

"I see!"

Xu Tong narrowed his eyelids. He understood that he risked his own life to pull out the sword, but it was useless at all.

Even because of this, he was forced to transform into a sacred physique, so that he lost most of the abilities of the dark system.

If he wants to exert the power of this sword and divert the crisis, he has only one way to go.

The primordial spirit came out of the body and stole the power of faith to exert the greatest power of this artifact.

For a moment, Thalia's figure appeared in Xu Tong's mind.

Thinking of this, Xu Tong narrowed his eyelids, and he thought of something. Since it is a sword, it doesn't necessarily have to be an angel to use it...

(End of this chapter)