I Copy Under One Punch

Chapter 318: Dragon Sword, Dragon Blood and Dragon Calendar Stone

Reinhardt had never felt like this.

Before the age of five, although his mother was bedridden and unconscious, he could still feel the love from his father and grandparents.

However, since his grandmother died due to the transfer of [Sword Saint Protection] to him, his grandfather hated him and left the Sword Saint family. His father couldn't accept such a blow, and drank all day long, becoming a useless person.

So much so that he also had this kind of cognition in his heart: "I killed grandma with my own hands."

The family affection dissipated, and the only thing accompanying him was the sword, as well as the glory and pressure of being a contemporary sword master.

In such an environment, Reinhardt, who is only eight years old, is already much more mature than children of the same age, and the gap between him and them is wider than the canal.

Until today, he seemed to have a feeling of "friendship" for the first time.

That man regarded himself as a truly equal opponent, and was fighting with himself extremely seriously.

There is no adult's contempt for children, no restraint when ordinary people look at a swordsman, in front of him, Reinhardt feels that he is just a swordsman with better strength, nothing more.

"Hey, little Juggernaut, how long are you going to lie on the ground? Are you going to die so soon?"

A teasing voice interrupted Reinhardt's thoughts, he turned over and stood up, and said with a wry smile: "Your Excellency is extraordinary, I am not your opponent."

After all, he was only an eight-year-old child, and his experience in fighting the enemy was too scarce, so Aomori controlled the rhythm of the battle from the very beginning.

"Give up defeat? Why don't you ask your dragon sword for help?" Aomori said.

Reinhardt looked at the dragon sword behind him, and his smile became even more bitter: "I think so too, but it's a pity that it didn't respond to me."

"Look down on me?" Aomori flashed in front of him, and put the Dark Blade on his neck: "Isn't it afraid that I will kill you?"

"Um, Your Excellency is not such a person." Reinhardt said pointedly.

"You guessed it wrong, I really want to kill you for a while." Aomori's gaze stayed on his neck, and his killing intent gradually arose.

Anyway, Reinhardt has a [Phoenix Protection] that can be resurrected, and Aomori wants to observe how it is activated.

Sensing the surging murderous aura leaked from Aomori, Reinhardt was a little dumbfounded.

"Forget it, it will be troublesome if you are hated by the world. I don't want to be kicked out of this world so early." Speaking words that Reinhardt couldn't understand, Aomori gave up this tempting idea and turned to Focus on that dragon sword.

"Bring it to you!" Aomori suddenly reached out to grab the dragon sword.

Reinhardt was startled and shouted, "No!"

Aomori's hand speed is astonishing. Before he finished speaking, his palm had already grasped the scabbard of the dragon sword, and tore it off the sword pouch on Reinhardt's back.

With a flash of his figure, he moved away from Reinhardt in an instant and came to the other side of the training ground.

"Wait, don't be impulsive, it will hurt you!" Reinhardt was not worried that Aomori would not return the dragon sword, but worried about his safety.

"If it can, I don't care." Aomori chuckled, and raised his hand to hold the hilt of the dragon sword.

Suddenly, the dragon sword vibrated suddenly, making a "buzzing buzzing" sound, and the whole body was resisting Aomori.

"It's just this strength? You probably want to change the owner a long time ago." Aomori poured his little dark energy into the dragon sword, holding the hilt with one hand and the scabbard with the other. , stretched to both sides.

"Open it for me!"

Trembling more and more violently, the dragon sword moved slowly, revealing a section of the pure white and flawless blade.

"The mouth said no, but the body is quite honest. Or you just follow me." Aomori licked his lips and said, and the strength in his hand increased a little.

"How is this possible?" Reinhardt was astonished, and then his face changed wildly, and he shouted: "Quickly let go!"

In the next second, the dragon sword exploded, and countless silver sword qi burst out from its exposed sword body, instantly cutting Aomori into black mist.

The dissipated aftermath washed away in all directions, and amidst the continuous bangs, dust of an astonishing scale rose from the sky above the Juggernaut's mansion.

"Enough is enough, Red." Ignoring the impact, Reinhardt came to the dragon sword floating in midair and held it in his hand.

The dragon sword relentlessly shook a few times before stopping.

Reinhardt looked at the ground where there was no blood at all, thoughtfully: "Isn't it the real body? Is it a clone made of Yin-type Mana? No wonder I felt something was wrong in the previous battle. Okay The magical Yin magic can actually simulate such a real clone."

Knowing that his main body was probably safe, Reinhardt breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Nicholas, I look forward to meeting you next time."

In the downtown area, Fania is like a diligent bee, patronizing every stall nearby, and laughing like silver bells from time to time.

Uncle Thor was so powerful that he followed her closely without showing a trace of tiredness on his face.

Behind, Aomori took Elsa's little hand and walked leisurely.

Suddenly, his body trembled, and Elsa noticed it: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Spreading the palm of his right hand in front of him, Aomori glanced at a bloodstain on it, and replied with a smile: "I'm fine."

After the death of the dark clone, Aomori learned what happened in the Juggernaut mansion.

'The dragon sword is indeed not simple. Its slash actually crossed the clone and slashed on the main body, even though its power was weakened by half. '

Aomori's interest in Dragon Sword is getting stronger and stronger, and in the battle between him and the young Reinhardt, he also peeped a lot of information about protection.

‘The Juggernaut’s mansion is a good geomantic place, suitable for frequent visits, but let’s forget about today, let the little Juggernaut take a rest. '

He smiled and continued to play with Elsa and the others.

The sun dipped westward, sinking below the horizon.

After completing the intelligence collection work, most of the dark avatars have taken the initiative to release the avatar technique and returned to their original bodies, except for the one who got carried away in the royal library.

"There are ten famous swords in the world, namely [Dragon Sword], [Yang Sword], [Evil Sword], [Dream Sword], and [Love Sword]. Each sword has a shockingly powerful ability."

In the royal library, Aomori sat on the floor, flipping through a book as thick as a brick in his hand.

Browsing through the introduction of the top ten famous swords above, he felt a little moved. Currently, he lacks a suitable big sword.

Unfortunately, except for the Dragon Sword in the hands of the Juggernaut and the Yang Sword suspected to be in the place of the Arrogant Sinister, the whereabouts of the other famous swords are not recorded in this book. Looking back at the memories in his mind, Aomori knows little about them.

We can only see if there is a relationship between Aomori and them.

After closing the book, Aomori stood up and stretched himself. He saw through the window that it was dark outside, and it was time to complete the task.

The main purpose of his coming to the palace was to check the dragon almanac stone with magical prophecy ability bestowed on the kingdom by the dragon Bolkenny, as well as the dragon's blood, which also had great energy efficiency.

You don't need to think about it to know that these two things must be strictly guarded, and it is impossible to get past them as easily as in the morning.

"Go and take a look first, if you can't get in, you have to ask the Divers to help."

Aomori flashed out of the library, and according to the information he got during the day, he went straight to the secret room where the dragon's blood and the dragon calendar stone were placed.

After arriving at the destination, Aomori frowned when he saw the situation inside.

In addition to the guards patrolling back and forth, he also sensed many unusual mana fluctuations in the room.

Looking at the situation, it might be very difficult to go in quietly.

It's not his style to break through the barrier by force, so he has to rely on outsmarting.

Generally speaking, except for the royal family and ministers with special authority, no one else can enter it.

After pondering for a while, Aomori's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness.

"Wooah."

In a resplendent dormitory, a little boy with blond hair and red eyes was rolling on the bed.

"What's going on? Why does my heart beat so hard every time I think of her."

He was still young, so he didn't know what kind of emotion this represented.

Fortunately, an enthusiastic person extended a helping hand.

"Your Highness, Fourth Prince, this is a sign of love. You've fallen in love with Crusch."

"Like it? Is this what you like?" Friel murmured.

In many dramas I have seen, there is an essential element of love.

Among them, Friel likes a drama called "Sword Demon Love Song" the most. Although he doesn't quite understand the feelings expressed in it, he never leaves and walks side by side, which makes him admire.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, and quickly turned over to see who broke into his bedroom without notification.

"Hey, it's you!"

"Hmm, why, aren't you welcome?" Aomori sat on a chair carved with intricate patterns and asked with a smile.

"It's not that you don't welcome it, but it's not a gentleman to rashly enter other people's bedroom." Friel said with a blushing face.

The most important point is that his soliloquy was heard by others, and the hidden thoughts in his heart were exposed, which made him very embarrassed.

"I can't help it, because on a whim, I suddenly thought of something to ask you to repay me."

"Oh, what is it?" Frie asked curiously.

Aomori smiled, and said bluntly, "I want to take a look at the Dragon Calendar Stone and Dragon Blood."

"Dragon calendar stone and dragon's blood?" Friel blurted out after his expression changed, "No!"

Their importance to the kingdom is well understood by every member of the royal family, and it is impossible to bring this unidentified guy from Aomori in.

"Don't worry, I'm just looking at them. If I don't do anything, I won't destroy them." Aomori spread his hands and said, "If you don't believe me, we can make an oath."

"Why?" Friel frowned and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to see these two things?"

"The first one is because of curiosity, curious about how magical they really are." Aomori held his chin and said, "The second reason is to see if the Kingdom will give up the glory of the Lion King and throw itself into the arms of the Shenlong. worth."

"!" Frie's eyes widened, and he couldn't help thinking of the conversation with Crusch during the day. That beautiful and majestic girl also yearned for the glory of the Lion King in the past.

"But, for hundreds of years, haven't we relied on the protection of dragons to overcome difficulties again and again?"

"Well, on this point, I don't deny that forming an alliance with Shenlong is a beautiful and commendable thing." According to his own observations these days, Aomori expressed his point of view: "However, this is just an alliance relationship. Right. The dragon is not the master of the Kingdom of Lugnica, and it should not cover up all the glory of the Kingdom in the past."

"Your Highness, Fourth Prince, in the end, people can only rely on themselves, and the country is the same. Too much dependence on others is not a good phenomenon."

Such a topic is too complicated and heavy, making Frie's mind a little buzzing.

However, his intuition told him that what Aomori said was correct.

"Well, I admit that what you said makes sense." He was lost in thought, and he was not as straightforward as rejecting Aomori's request at first.

"If Your Highness agrees to my request, I can also teach you how to win Crusch's favor."

"Chasing, pursuing Crusch, how could I use other people's hands." Fuliai blushed and shook his head, and said, "Didn't you just say that you can't rely too much on others?"

"I'm just giving some suggestions, not that exaggerated. For example, how to make yourself more attractive."

"Increase your charm?" Friel glanced at the handsome Aomori, without any doubt in his heart, "You must be very popular with girls, right?"

"It's average. Girls who like me can probably be ranked from here to the capital of the empire."

"Hehe." Frie gave Aomori a white look.

After thinking over and over again, he said, "Are you sure you have no bad intentions?"

"I promise."

"Okay." Feeling Aomori's sincerity, Friel finally agreed to his request, "But even if it's me, it's hard to get in there, you'd better not have too much expectation."

"On this point, I have great confidence in your ingenuity, Your Highness."

"Stop complimenting me, I know I'm not particularly smart." Frie suddenly coughed twice and asked, "So, in your opinion, how can I improve my charm?"

"Hmm." Aomori didn't let out a little laugh, and said seriously: "Kursch is a tough and strong person at first glance. Unlike ordinary girls, she prefers a partner who can fight side by side with her."

Friel's eyes lit up: "Is it like Mr. Sword Demon and the previous generation of Sword Master?"

"That's right." Aomori nodded and said, "So, having great strength is the shortcut to conquer her. Work hard to become stronger, Your Highness the Fourth Prince!"

"Yeah!" Frie nodded heavily, but soon sank down again: "Compared to Crusch, my talent for swordsmanship is not very good."

During the day, he was brutalized by Crusch.

"It doesn't matter, I have some experience in swordsmanship. If you don't mind, let me teach you."

"!"