In an instant!
The entire massive underground workshop erupted like a volcano on the verge of explosion. A surging and violent heat burst outward, spreading in all directions like a raging tidal wave.
The warning bells of the Four Nation's Priest Corps rang sharply and urgently, echoing across the sky and filling everyone with dread.
Inside the workshop, Rex's face had turned ashen, completely drained of color, as if the flame of his life were about to go out.
The blade piercing his chest was undergoing a strange and terrifying transformation.
Emberhardt's expression turned tense. His hands trembled slightly as he quickly pulled the blade out.
At that exact moment, a dazzling crimson pillar of light shot straight into the sky, as if it were piercing through heaven and earth.
Its terrifying power tore apart the clouds overhead, forming a massive swirling vortex that resembled the gaping maw of a demon.
At the same time, torrential rain poured down. Heavy raindrops struck the ground, yet when they came within three feet of the blade they instantly turned into white steam with a sharp hissing sound.
Emberhardt stood completely stunned.
His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he stared at the crimson longblade in his hand. The blade radiated a mysterious light, and his heart pounded violently in his chest, unable to calm down for a long time.
"Hehehe... Emberhardt, I succeeded."
Rex's voice was weak and hoarse, yet it carried a trace of wild joy.
His face was deathly pale, but he laughed like a madman. There was a sense of relief in his smile.
"Next, help me give it to Alvin..."
As his words faded, Rex's voice grew weaker and weaker, like a faint breeze that could disappear at any moment.
With a satisfied smile still on his face, he slowly collapsed to the ground.
"Brother!" Emberhardt cried out anxiously.
Without hesitation, he cast aside the miraculous newborn longblade in his hand, completely disregarding its rarity and value, and hurriedly bent down to check Rex's condition.
At that moment, Alvin, who had been drawn back by the strange phenomenon erupting from the workshop, rushed in.
As he stepped into the underground workshop, he froze at the sight before him.
Rex lay quietly on the ground, his face pale as frost. Emberhardt looked grief-stricken, his expression filled with panic.
The crimson glowing longblade lay discarded nearby beside the withered corpse of a sacrificed beast. The entire scene was filled with an eerie and sorrowful atmosphere.
"What happened? Emberhardt, what happened to Rex?" Alvin's voice echoed throughout the underground workshop, filled with shock and urgency.
Emberhardt slowly raised his head. His eyes were filled with sorrow and confusion, and his lips trembled as he struggled to speak.
The relentless rain hammered against the roof of the workshop. The heavy pounding sound contrasted with the crimson pillar of light piercing the sky above, making the entire scene even more strange and solemn, as if trapped within a nightmare.
"He... he sacrificed most of his heart's blood for this blade. He does not have much life left."
Emberhardt finally spoke, his voice hoarse like sand scraping against stone.
He slowly pointed toward the crimson longblade lying on the ground. Even while lying still, it radiated a terrifying aura. The surrounding air seemed distorted, producing faint sizzling sounds.
Alvin's gaze slowly fell upon Rex's pale face. His eyes were filled with complicated emotions. Grief, admiration, and a trace of confusion.
He slowly knelt down, his expression incredibly solemn.
"Congratulations, Rex. You succeeded..."
He could clearly sense the strange aura coming from the longblade on the ground. It was a power that seemed to come from the depths of darkness.
At the same time, he could also sense that this was undoubtedly a genuine cursed blade.
Moreover, it was one of the Supreme Grade Blades among the Twenty One Great Grade Swords.
Emberhardt took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions.
"Brother said this blade is the key. He told me to personally give it to you."
"He said that in this world only you can wield it, and only you can truly use it."
He slowly picked up the longblade from the ground. His hands trembled slightly as he presented it to Alvin.
Alvin raised his head. His eyes were firm and resolute as he looked at the crimson glowing longblade before him.
A surge of complicated emotions rose instantly within his heart.
Fear, admiration, responsibility, excitement. All of these feelings intertwined, causing his mind to churn like a stormy sea.
He slowly extended his hand. His palm was slightly damp with sweat as he grasped the hilt.
The moment his hand touched the hilt, a strange power rushed into his body.
His entire body trembled uncontrollably, as if an invisible force was trying to dominate him.
"Quiet down!" Alvin tightly gripped the hilt and shouted in a deep voice. His roar echoed throughout the workshop like the toll of a great bell.
The moment his voice faded, the crimson longblade instantly calmed.
At the same time, the crimson phenomenon in the sky vanished.
Even more strangely, the blade that had once been entirely crimson now concealed most of its color, leaving only faint crimson ripples flowing along the spine of the blade.
Emberhardt watched this scene with complicated eyes.
A cursed blade of the Twenty One Great Grade Swords had actually been subdued so easily by Alvin.
He felt both shocked and strangely relieved.
"Red Hawk Alvin, you truly are the most suitable master for this blade."
Emberhardt slowly said, "I hope you can carry this blade across the great sea and achieve the honor worthy of it."
After speaking, he no longer paid attention to Alvin. He bent down, lifted the unconscious Rex from the ground, and slowly walked out of the underground workshop with heavy steps.
Rex urgently needed proper treatment.
"Honor worthy of it... Rex, I will not disappoint your expectations..." Alvin murmured softly while looking at the crimson longblade in his hand.
His voice was low, yet firm.
Soon after, he also walked out of the underground workshop.
Outside, steam rolled out from the entrance of the workshop. Heavy raindrops hammered against the forest canopy, filling the entire forest with crackling sounds.
Alvin gently ran his fingers along the flowing star like grains within the blade's surface.
Suddenly, a wild smile appeared on his face.
"Time to name my new companion."
Standing at the steam covered entrance of the workshop, Alvin focused his gaze on the blade and let out a light chuckle as he looked at the beautiful hawk head engraving near the guard.
"From today onward, you shall be called Demonic Sword Chronicle."
It should be pretty good, right?
It seemed as though the blade understood Alvin's words, or perhaps it approved of the name he had given it. The Demonic Sword Chronicle produced a soft and joyful hum, as if responding to Alvin's call. Its clear ringing sound resembled a melodious heavenly tone.
Not long afterward, the entire Island was shaken by shocking news.
Rex had successfully forged a blade ranked among the Twenty One Great Grade Swords.
For the past year, countless people believed Rex would fail again, because he had already failed for decades. They assumed this attempt would be no different.
But when they saw the terrifying aura emanating from the longblade in Red Hawk Alvin's hand, they finally believed the truth.
Rex had truly succeeded.
This was indeed one of the Twenty One Great Grade Swords.
Its name was Demonic Sword Chronicle.
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