You and me under the world tree

However, Etzel knew it was not that simple.

If it was a life potion, Wittig would be dead by now.

Even with elven blood, his frail body still couldn't bear this level of 'life'.

For him, this is extremely poisonous, and even the complete dissolution of the body is the best situation.

But that is not the case now.

"Is it a diluted product?"

Sensing that Wittig's aura is gradually rising, Etzel couldn't help but sigh.

"But why bother?"

Gradually, the last pity in his eyes faded.

And Wittig clenched the Excalibur in his hand.

'boom'

He came here by surprise.

'crash'

The legendary Excalibur, Mimeng exudes infinite oppression.

Suddenly, the phantom appeared!

The number of people has increased!

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Chapter 62: One Hit

At this moment, a large number of phantoms appeared in Etzel's eyes.

They seem to be real.

Just as Wittig drew his sword and charged, his figure disappeared, replaced by countless clones.

Attacking from various places, even the movements are completely different.

At the same time, a huge magical aura spread out.

Probably because I knew that someone could detect traces of magic and trace it back, so I didn't try my best to cover up this unusual symptom.

On the contrary, this clone phantom spreads the so-called magic breath to the extreme.

If you don't make a careful judgment, most wizards will think that what surrounds them is a huge magic barrier.

That's how Etzel feels now.

It is precisely because of the strong sense of existence demonstrated by magic that it is impossible to judge.

"As expected of you..."

Etzel said in a low voice.

But soon, the corner of his mouth raised.

"No, it should be said that it is indeed the divine sword Mimonger. It has so many functions that it is outrageous. It is nothing more than a universal sword."

After all, this is one of the fundamentals of Mimonger's life.

When it was first forged, it was a sharp sword that pursued pure cutting power.

Not only the armor and flesh must be cut, but even the so-called magic must be cut at the same time.

This is the "Extreme Sword" that the former elf blacksmith Wieland worked hard to complete and imagined.

The goal is to cut everything.

As a one-on-one dueling sword, the existence of this divine sword is absolutely terrifying.

Because when it exerts its full power, even the god iron will be cut off.

As far as this point is concerned, it is definitely a magic weapon of "when you meet the strong, you are strong".

If it is those outstanding fighters, it is an absolute honor to hold this Excalibur.

Because as long as its existence is controlled, it means one-on-one invincibility.

As long as you are in a duel, or you have strong enough martial arts, then it can become a key to the strongest.

But unfortunately, there is no one in this world who can do this.

Most human warriors are mortals, and as the first sword master, the elf blacksmith Wieland himself is not a powerful warrior.

He is not obsessed with martial arts, but only in casting.

Therefore, this sword looked extremely mediocre in his hands.

There was even no way to help him escape from his miserable situation immediately, and even in the end, even his limbs were cut off.

Even with the use of magic to forcibly repair and heal, it has never been able to return to its former peak.

Difficulty walking, need to recuperate, the tactility and feeling of hands completely disappeared, and there is no way to accurately control the time and strength of forging.

In this case, the elf blacksmith Wieland finally realized that the Xeon Sword he forged could not help him.

He didn't think that the king who forced him to forge was worthy of the mighty sword he created, and he also understood that a sword with that 'limitation' was not perfect.

Wieland revised his goal accordingly.

It is not a sword that only the strong can use, nor is it a sharp sword that can be used to its fullest effect in a duel.

He wants to create a sword that even people like himself can use, and he wants to create a universal sword that can be effective in any venue.

And eventually, he started adding a lot of magic.

Perform secondary reinforcement without affecting its original efficacy.

And the final shaping is the current Excalibur Mimonger.

Because it is an elf blacksmith, and because there are no other special materials, everything can only be made up by magic.

In addition to the sharpness that can be shredded by ordinary magic casted by the supreme skill, it has also become the carrier of magic.

The legendary holy sword of wrath can absorb the anger of the sword master and circulate it continuously, becoming a strategic weapon with anger as raw material.

But Mimonger can't do this. The so-called God's Wrath has conditions for its use.

Wieland is after broad terms that even he can use.

So instead elemental bombing.

Fire, water, wind.

Even the soil that symbolizes the earth.

The so-called element bombing is such a simple thing.

In addition to this, in order to ensure their own invincibility, it is also necessary to use the sober magic that can be used in the team before.

Of course, it is also important to deceive the enemy!

Hallucinations, making the enemy unaware of their own existence, etc., this kind of usage also exists!

Just like what Etzel is going through now.

"Excalibur, Mimonger, deserves its reputation, so I don't want such a sword to be my enemy."

Not Wittig as the enemy, but the sword.

The Excalibur Mimonger is very troublesome for Etzel no matter who it falls into.

but……

"You got it wrong."

At the moment when seemingly countless Excalibur warriors attacked, Etzel finally started to move.

However, he did not pull out his God Blade.

Even, his hands have left his weapon.

unarmed!

And at that moment, Etzel seemed to hear something.

It was the sound of breathing.

For a moment, the sound of breathing became rapid.

The blood is boiling.

The rhythm of life is getting stronger!

"So human beings are really complicated, and they seem to have completely given up."

The Son of God dodges without even looking.

"Varied……"

There was no sign of movement at all, but the body was slightly turned sideways to avoid the sharp edge of the divine sword.

"Bad..."

With no time to evade, Wittig was directly pushed to the ground.

'boom'

A heavy sound came out, and severe pain radiated directly from the back.

With just one blow, Wittig felt that his body, which had finally recovered to its peak, was about to be completely shattered.

The pain gradually spreads and eventually becomes completely numb.

'Boom dong dong'

Accompanied by a series of noises, Etzel grabbed the elf warrior who was temporarily incapacitated due to pain and continued to smash.

three times in a row.

Wittig's back kept hitting the ground, and the pain almost made him faint.

Maybe the body is going to be so useless.

But just when he thought so, he just grasped the Excalibur in his hand.

At this moment, strong puzzlement suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"How could you possibly know..."

Vision blurred, Wittig even began to vomit blood.

But his eyes were fixed on the expressionless Son of God.

"This should have..."

"It's supposed to be perfect... isn't it?"

'boom'

Before Wittig could react, Etzel kicked him directly.

Kick him out directly.

"The Mimonger Excalibur is perfect. The illusion it creates is completely opposite, greatly enhancing the presence of magic, just like the most conspicuous occasion, attracting attention while ignoring the real magic. something to consider."

"Well……"

"If you are not careful, even a giant who can vaguely feel the world and the existence of life will be deceived, just like a gourmet will ignore its side dishes when he pays attention to a gorgeous meal."

He looked down at the fragile elf warrior.