Chapter 1368 1340. Curse
As the main body, [turbid current and destruction] has not eaten the materialized body of the moon god, so there is no growth at all.
However, the [Combat Skill: Remaining Fire] using the great sword as a carrier became different because it burned the body of the Moon God.
This kind of weapon and the [combat skills] carried on the weapon each have their own changes. Lan En feels that he is not sure, so he can only feel that it is not a bad thing.
If you want to know more about this matter, you still need to find a professional.
But don't even think about someone of Berengar's level. Although he is considered a founder of this big sword, it might hurt him a little to say it now.
—The issues involved with this great sword may have exceeded his level.
Perhaps, only the giant blacksmith in the Flame World who forged weapons for the Fire God Clan could understand.
Matter, soul, fire, and even the person and essence of God are involved here.
Lan En was holding a huge sword with one hand and stuffing it into the mouth of the alchemical leather bag, while thinking nonsensically.
How about talking to Berengar.
Although he knew that this sword had passed through someone's hands, it became even more mysterious and ghostly, and he couldn't get involved.
The old demon hunter must be anxious.
However, isn’t this also urging him to make progress?
Last time I brought him to the New World, he made great progress after exchanging forging skills with the hunters of the survey team. This spirit of hard work and positive progress in craftsmanship must be maintained.
Fighting spirit is inspired!
Lan En is confident! Let Berengar rekindle his fighting spirit and ambition!
"Dong dong."
Before the provocative smile on the demon hunter's lips disappeared, there were two knocks on the door, which brought him out of his fun-loving state of mind.
"Please come in."
As soon as there was a response, the door clicked and the handle opened.
Maria, who had her white hair braided into a neat ponytail, leaned in.
Just in time to see Lan En stuffing such a huge sword into his waist pocket.
"No matter how many times I watch it, I always feel like I'm still in a dream."
The cold voice of the Blood Nobleman was used to complain, but it had a contrasting flavor.
“With a world view of skepticism and conspiracy theory, the spiral of suspicion and conspiracy can go infinitely deeper and have no end.”
Lan En said to Maria indifferently while stuffing [Turbid Current: Destruction] completely into the alchemy leather bag.
He also turned his face and raised his eyebrows at Maria.
"Just think about it, but it won't be over if you fall into it."
Maria walked in whole body, leaning against the wall beside the door with her arms folded.
The cool temperament of the Yanan hunter gives her a unique sense of handsomeness.
She could understand Lan En's discussion of the world view, but at the same time she didn't care.
"It's today as planned?"
"Yes." Lan En nodded in agreement, "Things are almost settled, we can leave today."
It is not only the problem of the blood in Lan En's own body, but also the changes in [Turbid Current·Destruction].
In the past few days, Erin taught Lan En how to make [Thunder Paper] and [Fire Paper] as promised before.
These two props, which are very convenient for combat, are indeed, as she said, not difficult to make.
Lan En's boots made a clicking sound on the stone floor of the terrace.
His expression did not change at all and he walked to the front of the rocking chair, looking at the deep lake where he would fall directly into it if he only took a few steps.
"Are you okay, Master William?"
He spoke without looking back, as if the bones did not represent death.
This sense of taking it for granted is enough to make onlookers feel ridiculous.
But in Lan En's deep eyes, the rocking chair and the old man on the rocking chair all really existed.
It was no different from the previous two meetings.
"Really?" Lan En, who had just asked a question, seemed to receive a response quickly. He raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Then you really got what you wanted."
But the whole time here, he was the only voice.
"You mean, the curse of the death of the Moon God is still haunting me?" Lan En curled his lips and said dissatisfied, "It's not fair. You foresaw and planned this matter, Geman helped, and I ended up Execution, why do you just recognize me?"
"Just because I was the most direct person to kill him?"
"Oh, if you think about it, it seems true. The person who takes the last action will bear the most responsibility for the curse. That old guy Geman also used this trick to reduce the pressure."
While talking about terrible things, Lan En's face didn't look like he cared at all.
He even squatted down leisurely, pulled off a finger bone of the skeleton on the rocking chair, and threw it on the lake under the terrace, causing ripples that reflected the sunlight in the sky.
"You two old guys are really insidious."
"Especially for you, the weight of the curse is divided into the poison caused by the death of the ancient **** here. It has basically become your research material, right?"
The demon hunter laughed and cursed, then fell silent again, as if he was listening to the withered bones.
".No, no need."
Lan En stood up from his crouching position, stretched out comfortably, and with two loud bangs, he hit his chest heavily and forcefully.
"There's no need to share it with me. To be honest, I don't feel this curse at all physically. If you cling to me, cling to me. At least you'll have me holding you down, so it won't turn into some **** nightmare again."
As he spoke, Lan En walked back along the terrace, as if he had already said everything he needed to say to the skeleton.
Against the sunlight behind him, he raised his hand and waved it without looking back, as if saying goodbye to the corpse.
Only at the end, his footsteps stopped at the boundary from the terrace into the building, as if he had just remembered, he turned his head and smiled.
"Also, don't get it wrong."
Under the sunshine of Yanan, the silver hair fell on Lan En's beautiful lips because of his tilted head, mixed with the smile, and seemed to be shining.
It's just that that beautiful smile, besides the relief of saying goodbye, is also a little bit dangerous.
"It's not that I was unlucky enough to be caught by the curse of that inferior alien."
"It's that dirty alien superior. His last bit of power was forced to stay with me!"
After saying this with a smile, Lan En walked into the shadow of the building without looking back.
"Old man, please bear with me. If you go back and study the reverberation left by the Moon God, or if he left a dead clone somewhere that was lucky enough not to be burned together, just tell him."
"See if I can suppress you forever!"
The young witcher walked into the shadows of the building's interior where no sunlight could penetrate.
On the terrace outside, the huge moon hung quietly on the lake of Byron Weiss.
The old man, who seemed to be asleep, still held his golden scepter and sat on the slow rocking chair that seemed to never stop.
"Goodbye then, Lan."
The old man in the rocking chair had a slightly curved lip that was sunken due to his age.
His face, covered by a metal goggle, turned to the bright moon in the sky.
"With this curse, may your road be long, full of expectations, and full of discovery."