Sword of Dragon

Chapter 156

It is a sword.

A very special sword.

Not only is it forged from the metal of the abyss, but it has also undergone complex and profound enchantments. Not only does it have a long history and high status, but it is also incredibly sharp, and is the only weapon on the continent capable of destroying the scales of the dragon's armor.

The family that forged the sword was the infamous Dragon Slayer family.

It's as honorable as it gets, as high as it gets.

Ah ......

In retrospect, it was a wonderful time.

The sword is placed respectfully in a special chamber, where only the strongest of the purest bloodline and the most capable of the entire family are qualified to become its companions and fight with it.

Fighting.

What a wonderful word.

The sharp edge sliced through the scale armor and sent it into the evil dragon's chest.

The red hot dragon's blood drenched and poured over the entire body of the long sword, making its blade even whiter and sharper.

It's just a shame ...... days like that are gone.

As a long sword from the abyss, it could clearly feel the subtle changes in the magic content of the continent's air.

From one day to the next, the link between the Abyss and the continent was severed.

As time goes by, the number of dragons is decreasing, or to be more precise, all fantasy species are decreasing.

No one knows why, but it does.

It's a pity that as a sword, it can't speak.

The longsword left the chamber less and less, and the intervals between fights and battles became longer and longer ...... from years, to decades, and finally to centuries.

While it was still kept respectfully and cherished in a special chamber, nothing was the same.

The enemy disappeared.

And as a divine weapon specially built to slay dragons, drenched in blood for tens of thousands of years, it has lost its usefulness.

With the passage of time, the initial indignation and resentment slowly subsided.

And after accepting reality, time itself becomes meaningless.

Long Sword watched the sun and moon change, and watched the Mu family gradually go into decline.

It seems a little inaccurate to say it's gone.

The bloodline of their offspring is still strong, the family is still powerful, but the population is inevitably heading towards scarcity.

After all, after two powerful communities had maintained hostility for ten thousand years, the fate of the dragon slayer family and the existence of the dragon itself had become closely related, there seemed to be something fatalistic in there that existed, it wasn't quite clear, perhaps it should be left to the occultists or philosophers to think about.

After all, it's just a sword.

A sword that was once glorious, but now stays in a secret room and eats dust.

The latest generation of the Mu family is a good one.

The Long Sword had been in the Mu Family for thousands of years, and had seen the rise and fall of countless geniuses, but it had to admit that whether it was natural talent or fighting sense, he was the strongest it had ever seen.

But was born in a time when there were no longer dragons.

It's a shame, it really is.

If he had been born a thousand years ago, what a perfect fighting partner they would have been!

Ever since Mu Hang showed his amazing talent, Longsword has spent almost all of his time outside of his slumber in pain.

In between painful moments, looking at the way this only descendant of the Mu family was addicted to work every day with no desire to fall in love, it couldn't help but feel a burst of uncontrollable worry -

The Mu family won't be extinct in this generation, right?

...... wouldn't it?

The time just passed slowly.

Until one day--

A familiar war cry rose from the steel-cast body of the longsword, waking it from its long slumber.

This feeling ...... is all too familiar.

The air sent a faint wave of magic power, that familiar, terrifying scent from a powerful demon awakened after a long silence, and was calling to it from a corner of the continent.

The sword began to tremble.

Not out of fear, but out of excitement.

The steel body drenched in dragon's blood was resonating with that scent, bringing about a long-lost fervent battle spirit.

It's the dragon!

It's the dragon!

Although I don't know why, but ...... today, ten thousand years after the disappearance of the fantasy species, a dragon appeared on the continent!

And most importantly, it's strong.

Very strong.

Never before had a giant dragon given it such a terrifying sense of threat with just its scent, and was even able to make it, as a sword, perceive the presence of the other.

More importantly ......

And in stark contrast to the powerful bloodline, that dragon seemed to have been weakened for some unknown reason.

Geez!!!

-How perfect is this timing!

Longsword was knocked out of his head by the sudden surprise.

From its rich combat experience, if it waited for that dragon to fully regain its strength, even this gifted and strong Mu Clan brat would not be a match for it.

Looking at Mu Hang, who had walked in through the door, the longsword began to cue up frantically with all the energy it could muster in its ordinary life.

There are dragons! There are dragons! Hurry up!

It's too late if you don't go!

The silver-haired man was slightly stunned for a moment, raising his eyes towards the longsword that was emitting a buzzing sound, a hint of surprise flashing in the depths of his blue eyes.

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Longsword was ecstatic.

You got it!

You must have gotten it right!

"......"

The fabric wrapped around the outside was lifted to reveal the bright, blinding light of the lab's overhead lamp.

The longsword lay still on the table in a long silence.

You get the hell out of it!!!

*

Over the next few days, the scent of a dragon came from time to time.

Each time it's a little stronger.

Although the Longsword had spent thousands of years in the Mu Clan's secret chamber, the endless hours of silence had been far less difficult to endure - although it had dutifully sounded the alarm every time, the boy called Zhuo Fu would only show a glazed expression and then bring in more strange and boring experiments.

......

Damn it!!!

It thought it might become the first sword in history to be cracked open by gas.

Just as Rapier was about to give up hope, an unexpected visitor came to the lab.

People came and went in the lab, but the vast majority of them weren't worth the longsword's time to memorize their presence, and the longsword lay motionless in its special glass enclosure, letting them weave in and out of it, ignoring its own warnings over and over again and waiting for the time to pass slowly.

But this human who was walking towards him was different.

For some reason, the longsword always felt that there was something about this human that compelled it to pay attention.

What is it?

It struggled to think.

The teenage-looking human stood still in front of the glass enclosure and lowered his eyes, looking over thoughtfully.

Those dark eyes reflected above the longsword's white and snowy blade, and a fiery spark swept through the depths of the darkness.

In that instant, the longsword caught the scent of a dragon.

Blood, sulfur, and fire, mixed into a burning, dark odor that struck starkly and abruptly.

A truth that cries out to be realized was slammed into its face with abruptness--the

The dragon it had been so intent on trying to warn the humans about was standing right in front of him at the moment.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ！！！！

Where are the people!

Where have all you humans been!

There are dragons! There's a dragon here!

The longsword frantically warned, emitting a clanging sword sound.

But that idiot named Zhuo Fu came over at the moment, looked apologetically at the giant dragon disguised as a human, half-understood its language, and then left with the teenager without a care in the world.

Longsword was trembling with anger.

Bunch of idiots!

But it's a sword.

A sword that doesn't speak or act.

Watching that dragon's back drift away, little by little, leaving the atmosphere he could perceive, Longsword was furious.

Ten thousand years after the disappearance of the fantasy species, a dragon has finally appeared on the continent - but as the sword of dragon slaying it has to stay in this dump and watch, impotently raging through a glass enclosure.

Does that make sense!

It doesn't make sense!

Even after the human teenager left, the longsword continued to vibrate with indignation.

The human named Zhuo Fu seemed very confused by the abnormality it displayed, but wandered around outside the box for a long time without finding out why.

......

Stupid!

After calming down, Longsword began to seriously recall the small amount of time he had just been in close contact with the dragon.

I don't know what the dragon had done to his body, before releasing his killing aura, he was almost indistinguishable from an ordinary human, and even at that close a distance it didn't notice the difference-

It had just noticed that teenager before he released his killing aura though ......

But yet, there is not much correlation with whether the other person is human or not.

And what's that because of?

Longsword began to think hard.

Like lightning illuminating the darkness, in one moment it suddenly understood why.

Longsword was stupid.

After spending so many years in the Mu family, it knew the scent of everyone in the family like the back of its hand.

As for Mu Hang, this Mu Family's only remaining bloodline, who was likewise the most colorful and top-tier powerhouse in the history of the entire family, his aura was the one it was most familiar with.

After all, for so many years, it didn't know how many times it had looked at him and sighed longingly, hating the fact that this genius had been born in the wrong era.

And just now on that teenager ......

There seems to be, vaguely, a little bit of Mu Hang mixed in.

......

It's definitely an illusion, isn't it?

The longsword ventured to utilize a portion of the magic sealed within the blade, sensing Mu Hang's scent-

But the moment it senses Mu Hang's presence, it simultaneously smells the dragon.

The scents of humans and dragons mingled and mingled with each other, becoming intimate and indistinguishable from each other.

And in the time it has been observing, the sense of confusion is expanding at an unstoppable rate, which can only mean that at this very moment they are engaged in some kind of ......

????

......!!!

The longsword immediately cut off the sense in panic.

In those short tens of seconds, it felt that its view of the sword had been greatly impacted.

It was the first time in its memory that it had felt so terrified.

You don't think so?

It can't be, can it?

It's a fake, right?

It can't be ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

It began to suspect Kensei.

Zhuo Fu walked up to it from out of nowhere and looked suspiciously at the longsword inside the glass case.

Strange, why would a sword look so lifeless?

*

What Longsword didn't expect was that the next meeting with the dragon would be so soon.

Upon sensing the familiar aura coming from the other party, the longsword's murderous intent and bloodlust all shriveled up in an instant.

It is ...... free of any worldly desires.

Watching the intimate interaction between that dragon and the new dragonslayer that he had placed so much hope in, Longsword began to deeply and genuinely reminisce about the good old days.

In those days, the relationship between humans and dragons was as simple and clean as it is now ......

The longsword vibrated weakly.

The heavenly spirits of the Mu family's ancestors will be infuriated to life when they see this scene, absolutely.

*

Although he had already prepared himself mentally, Long Sword still couldn't help but let out a terrified and mournful scream when he saw Mu Hang kissing that dragon's.

The humans couldn't understand its language, but thank goodness they finally stopped.

But before it could breathe a sigh of relief, it felt itself being pulled out of its scabbard by Mu Hang, and then just as easily delivered into the hands of the dragon.

"......"

After a brief moment of stupefaction, the sword raged.

As a noble, long sword bathed in dragon's blood, I never thought that one day it would be reduced to the point of being played with by a dragon!

The people's hearts are not in the right place, and the world's culture is in the wrong place!

What an insult!

Longsword was so angry that his eyes went black.

This Mu Hang is the last hope of the Dragon Slayer bloodline, it is simply an unworthy descendant that will not be found for ten thousand years!

That's a dragon. That's a dragon!

In the teenager's palm, it angrily released its sword energy.

"Ah!"

The opponent, who hadn't paid attention to being cut by the blade, subconsciously let out a cry of shock and threw his longsword aside.

But the sword had not yet had time to savor the thrill of victory ......

One dragon and one man then got mushy again.

"......"

The sword lay in place and fell into a long silence.

What kind of world is this.

So desperate.

*

Later, the identity of the dragon is revealed.

Mu Hang carried his sword and chased after him.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

The day has finally arrived!

It couldn't help but tremble with excitement as it fantasized about penetrating the giant dragon's scale armor again and bathing in hot blood.

Now the day has finally come!

It would have cried tears of joy if it could.

But it was only a sword, so it could only express its deepest joy by buzzing.

The dragon's breath was close at hand, and as the teenager huddled defenselessly above the charred ground scorched by the dragon's flames, it began to frantically clang and clank its sword in silent urgency.

The human's palm pressed down on top of the hilt.

It could clearly feel the raging killing intent in the human's body, passing through its palm and fingertips, along with the searing body heat to its sword, almost causing its cold blade to begin to burn with it.

-right away.

Soon enough!

......

It waited and waited.

Wait, wait, wait.

...... waited and waited.

Finally, after an indeterminate amount of time had passed, Mu Hang finally made a move--

He let go of the hilt of his sword and leaned down to pick the dragon up.

......

Longsword took a slow, deep breath.

Shit.

Undesirables.

*

What exactly happened afterward, Longsword wasn't quite sure.

After that attempted dragon slaying, it was released back into the chamber where it had originally spent thousands of years on its own.

Looking at the room that had once bored it so much, it actually felt an overwhelming sense of kinship - it was really nice to be stored here, at least it didn't need to watch what was left of the Dragonslayer's bloodline make love to the dragon anymore.

Thank goodness.

--until that dragon officially moved in at the old Mu family house.

There were no waves in Longsword's mind.

Missed the boat.

However ...... to be honest, at the time of seeing the prohibition fall to the same situation as oneself, it is false to say that it is not gloating.

Especially when the forbidden discovered that Mu Hang had given the ring that symbolized the Mu Family's full authority to the dragon, its reaction as if it had seen a ghost was simply priceless!

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

It's finally not the only one being tortured!

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

*

It wasn't until one day that the dragon set its sights on the longsword again on a whim - after all, its scabbard and hilt were all made of the most precious and rare materials, and what's more, it looked shiny.

So he heartily included it in his collection.

Longsword: "......"

No-!!!

While it's true that it's now accepted the reality that dragons and dragon slayers are together forever, making it part of the dragon's treasure? That was too much of a bully to the sword!

Never!

No way!

Unfortunately, Mu Hang, the owner of the longsword, doesn't think so.

He knew nothing of Rapier's sad and humiliated feelings, and agreed without hesitation.

The cause of cursing the unworthy was once again on Longsword's mind after a long period of oblivion.

But its cursing didn't help at all.

At the end of the day, the longsword was moved out of the chamber with grief and indignation, and then transported unopposed into the gargoyle's storeroom.

Gazing at the astonishing to terrifying amount of treasures in front of him, Longsword had a look of disgust on his face.

Heh, really, gargoyles are such greedy and visionless species, aren't these things just a little bit brighter and shinier? What's so great about it?

"What? You don't like it?"

A voice came from the other side.

What?

Who's talking to it?

More importantly ...... how did the other side understand what it said?

It's a sword!

Longsword froze and subconsciously looked in the direction the voice came from.

Only on the wall next to his own hung another longsword, its slender blade slightly curved and tucked away in a delicate silver-white scabbard, and even within the treasure room piled high with countless brightly glittering lights, it still looked as shiny and beautiful as ever, not losing its color in comparison to the rest of the collection.

That's elven craftsmanship.

This sword was forged at least ten thousand years ago.

"Why don't you say something?"

The sword seemed a little puzzled by its new friend's silence.

"No ...... no." Longsword stammered as if in a dream, "I just didn't think ......"

"Didn't expect what?"

The longsword choked.

It stuttered for a long time, and finally uttered both words, "...... No, it's nothing."

The elven sword across the room gave a pleasantly soft chuckle, "You're funny."

Longsword gazed at the beautiful silver-white longsword not far away and thought in a trance in his mind.

Actually that dragon's vision ......

It's not that bad.

*

Time passes quickly.

Although the longsword was not a magical object, it could still clearly sense the coming of the blood moon - the magic fluctuations in the air became overly active, and even the longsword that had fallen into a deep sleep was awakened by the restlessness.

And that very night, it sensed Mu Hang and the dragon again.

Although he had already prepared himself mentally, Long Sword was still shocked.

The breath of the dragon and the human were tied and bound by some extremely powerful force, completely intermingled and entwined, almost like a ...... soul marriage contract.

Live together, die together, never part.

Scarlet moonlight spilled down through the skylight overhead, landing on Rapier's cold and snowy body.

It gazed at the blood moon overhead, and thought with bitter amusement--

Well, at least in a sense ......

It no longer has to worry about the Mu family being extinct.