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The Hanging Sword is the totem of the Algrant Kingdom and an artifact guarded by the Algrant royal family for generations. It is also the source of additional abilities for investigators of the Hanging Sword organization.

Each investigator can gain fixed abilities on the Hanging Sword, such as detecting lies, sensing evil, etc.

When they swear allegiance to the Hanging Sword and become followers of the Hanging Sword, they have the authority to release abilities such as this.

Through special badges, they were able to communicate with each other and with other investigators.

Back then, Agrat I was a believer in the Hanging Sword. With griffon blood flowing through his veins, he wielded the non-existent sword that fell from the sky and forcibly opened up the kingdom.

After that, he painted the hanging sword and the griffon together as the national emblem, becoming the totem symbol of the Kingdom of Algrant.

This is history that everyone knows, but it is also a secret that no one knows...

But today, this secret has been ruthlessly lifted away from the veil, exposed to the sun, and accepted the attention of the world.

Agrant III usurped the teachings of the Hanging Sword and used the power of the Hanging Sword?

The villagers from Panshen Village looked at each other and left without even saying hello, with a tacit understanding.

Years of experience in the arena have made them realize that they probably shouldn't hear what they say next.

Even if they don't understand and are still ignorant of the truth, just the words "Your Majesty", "Steal", "Hanging Sword" and "Authority" are enough to make people tremble.

Sang stared into the distance, where a breath was expanding.

Pan heard his defiance.

His time is running out.

"After learning the truth, I did not believe it, so I shamefully ran away, tired of it, because that was the mission given to me by Agrant III and not by my Lord."

"So, at that time, you discovered something was wrong with Bals?"

"Yes."

"you!"

Ron didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I started wandering, not knowing where to go. Eventually I discovered that it seemed that only Badibila could accommodate me on the mainland. I came here and lived for a while. I thought I would forget..."

Sang turned a blind eye to the figure rising in the distance and turned to look at the village, "It wasn't until I met an interesting boy that I realized that I was still concerned... In the end, I am still the Kingdom of Algrant. people..."

There was an involuntary twitch on his face, his breath began to fluctuate, and the look in his eyes dimmed slightly.

"I realized that the mission entrusted to me by my Lord still exists, but Agrant III has tampered with the teachings... I discovered that for us, the right way is to eliminate all the atmosphere of evil!"

"Then why don't you come back?!"

"I'm tired, Ron, I'm tired. Maybe I should return to the arms of my Lord as soon as possible, so I activated the badge here and waited for someone destined to come."

In front of Sang, the silver-white card was finally dyed golden, but the unstable lines on it were wandering back and forth on the card as if they were alive, as if they were struggling to break free.

One rough hand held the card, while the other hand tightly held the hanging sword shadow.

The card collapsed like a sandcastle, but the next moment, all the light and dust clung to the sword shadow.

Create something from nothing, turn emptiness into reality.

There is no sword hilt, no sword spine, only the golden sword body and the bare hilt.

This is a weapon, to be more precise, a weapon that can only attack.

"There's something wrong with him..." Ruoskia reminded Aaron in a low voice, "His mood is very strange, he feels... like a cultist."

In the end, even Ruosiqia was a little unbelievable.

Yes, the man in front of him was bathed in the divine glory of the Kongxuan Sword. The evil aura on his body had long been swept away, and he was filled with the aura of the Kongxuan Sword.

But the enthusiasm and pilgrimage in his eyes always made Ruoskia feel uneasy.

He had only seen this kind of look in the eyes of cultists, and they were not even ordinary cultists, but at least fanatics.

In this case, even if his body has not broken away from the category of human beings, his soul has truly transcended human beings because of touching the sacred vessel.

At this time, Sang was more like a clay sculpture skin bag filled with breath. Under the seemingly intact appearance, there were numerous dark lines.

In the old man's perception, his soul was burning, but the beating flame was still causing cracks.

Like a burning fire cooking oil, a flash in the pan appears. Everything Sang can do now is barely maintained by the power of the Hanging Sword.

"Now that you're here, I deserve to die and let you live well... with my questions."

Sang's expression showed the final tenderness, and with a wave of his hand, a soft force knocked Ron away with an irresistible gesture.

It was the last shred of humanity he had.

The breath began to fluctuate again and began to sink to the bottom, but in the next breath, it soared into the sky!

Sang could no longer restrain the restless power in his body, and invisible sword energy emerged from his body unconsciously, cutting the already devastated ground into countless wounds again.

A figure roughly fell from the sky and hit Sang hard in front of him.

Amid the roar of the earth, Pan Shen looked at Sang coldly, "You want to kill me?"

"yes."

"Why?"

"Seek death."

Sang straightened his sword and stood up. The long sword in his hand echoed the shadow of the sword above his head, stabbing God Pan straight.

There are no fancy techniques, no complicated applications, just this pure and simple sword.

The first sword.

Everyone still present had to turn their heads to avoid the tangible sword light.

With the blessing of the aura of the Hanging Sword, it seems that even the light and shadow possess certain properties of the blade.

Only the black-armored knight and the black horse stood like sculptures, turning a blind eye to the sword light coming towards them.

However, God Pan frowned slightly and didn't even punch. He just clasped his palms together and clamped the blade of the sword seemingly lightly.

The ground beneath his feet was immediately split open with a crack as smooth as a mirror, and his long dark red hair flowed freely like a lion's mane.

"It's useless, he can't hurt Pan Shen." Ruosiqia sighed and reminded Aaron, "Be careful, he has at least two chances to use his sword, but you'd better retreat farther away."

"Is it impossible to hurt or kill?" Aaron doubted his ears.

"It can't be hurt, you underestimate Pan Shen." Ruosiqia sneered, "Back then, he tried his best, and even I, who borrowed the power of the Moon Tower, couldn't hurt him. Do you really think he can do it? "

However, at this time, the system unexpectedly popped up a prompt.

[Uncollected picture book information has been detected and is being collected and sorted...]

Pictorial information?

Aaron was startled and subconsciously looked at the two people in the field.

He remembered that all the illustrations collected by the system seemed to be indescribable monsters, either evil gods or natural disasters.

That is to say...

"Why do you want to kill me?"

Pan Shen was not afraid of the serious look in Sang's eyes. He looked at him and asked him a question.

He wasn't offended, just curious.

"God Pan, you are a natural disaster. In the name of my Lord, we will cleanse all evils!"

At this moment, the villagers who were watching from a distance suddenly changed their expressions.

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