A foreigner's journey

The fierce sword·Jihuayu was the most powerful mythical weapon that Heather possessed before the arrival of Rong Qishi.

It is proof that Heather killed the gods as a mortal. The terrifying power contained in the blade has extremely powerful special attack properties against the beings who claim to be gods.

In the terms of the Holy Grail World, it is a typical [Anti-God Noble Phantasm].

The Pavilion of the Spirit Tree is an independent realm controlled by the witch Flora and is not subject to the prying eyes of God, so Heather no longer suppresses the power of the murderous sword here and displays it to the Skeleton Knight and Flora.

For a moment, the Skeleton Knight even felt that he saw the sword-shaped [Hand of God] in Heather's hand. No, it was sharper and purer than the Hand of God. It was the god named [Storm] who resided in Heather's body in the form of a long sword.

Heather twirled the knife gracefully: "How about it? Can this murderous knife kill gods?"

Flora stretched out her right hand towards the murderous knife in the distance, closed her eyes and felt something, and murmured:

"...I can feel that this sword is a huge threat to the hand of God. This is... strong wind! Heavy rain! And... dragon... It's so, so amazing. A real god of storms is using his... The shape of the knife lies quietly and tamely in your hand, how on earth do you do that?"

Flora's tone became faster and faster, and you could even see her old wrinkled face gradually becoming younger, and the magic power around her body was also violently surging.

The big hand covered by the ferocious armor gently pressed Flora's shoulder, and the witch immediately opened her eyes and woke up, and her beautiful face instantly changed back to her previous old appearance.

She was sweating profusely and panting. She held her hands on the oak table and barely managed to keep from falling. She looked at the Skeleton Knight with a wry smile: "Thank you, old friend. It has been hundreds of years since I was almost killed because of a dead object." Falling into the depths of the nether world, this is really...ah, I am indeed old."

She sat back on the chair, looking a little slumped, and her eyes deliberately avoided the murderous knife in Heather's hand.

The Skeleton Knight was silent for a while, then looked at Heather: "Good knife."

"Thank you, yours is not bad."

"I'm afraid you came to us not just to discuss countermeasures, right?"

The red light behind the skull mask looked at Heather and said in a low voice:

"What do you want from us?"

"Oh my, don't you say it in such a vulgar way? Can't I be noble? After all, I have saved a world, and I can be regarded as the savior...well, most of it."

Considering that her purpose of saving the world was not pure, Heather took the initiative to reduce herself some points. He habitually wanted to talk a few more words, but Qi Qi, who was enjoying tea at the oak table, wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly with a napkin, and then said: "Master Heather, if you have anything to say, please tell these two people."

There is too much subtext, and a straight-to-the-point conversation is more suitable for these two people.

"Okay. Then I'll just tell you."

Heather scratched the back of her head:

"I need that [armor]."

Although they didn't say their names directly, Flora and the Skeleton Knight immediately understood what Heather was referring to [Armor].

"With all due respect, Mr. Heather. Your strength is already outstanding. In my opinion, you don't need the help of that armor."

Flora frowned slightly, not because she felt sorry for the treasure and didn't want to hand it over, but because of a deeper reason:

"Besides, the side effects of that armor are too great. If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss and never come back."

Skeleton Knight's assessment was even briefer: "Not worth it."

The armor they are talking about refers to the [Berserker Armor]. This armor is an extraordinary weapon forged by dwarf craftsmen in ancient times. The will of the mad god resides in the armor. It will reveal the negative emotions deep in the user's heart and continuously amplify them. The fear, anger and desire to kill are buried deep in the heart. These are weaknesses and will also be turned into the most powerful weapons to help the user. Fight powerful enemies.

What Flora said is true. The berserker armor will cause terrible mental pollution to the user. Even the body will be squeezed by the armor to exert strength far beyond its limit and gradually cause permanent damage to the five senses.

This is a sharp double-edged sword, both for the enemy and for yourself.

But one of the purposes of Heather's coming here is the berserker armor, so how could she give up on it? He canceled the manifestation of the murderous knife and stood up with his hands on the oak table: "Whether it's worth it, you'll know if you take me to see it."

Flora sighed and nodded slightly: "Okay, please come with me."

The four of them left the balcony, continued down the hidden wooden steps, and finally arrived at the storage room of the Spiritual Tree Pavilion.

There are all kinds of magic equipment hanging here, such as the cloak that houses the wind elf, the short sword that can generate high temperature, the giant ax that is imbued with permanent magic, the ring that can summon thorns... They are all Witch Fu A magic item created by Laura when she has nothing to do.

In the deepest part of the dark storage room, a pair of full-face armor was sitting on the table with its head bowed.

This is a piece of pitch-black armor, with almost all parts covered by armor. The style has a strange and ferocious beauty, and the surface of the armor reflects dim candlelight. The helmet is in the shape of a skull, and a black cloak is draped back on the shoulders.

"This is the [Berserker Armor]."

Flora gently stroked the cold surface of the armor, as if reminiscing about the past:

"It can give you the strength to fight bravely when you are desperate, but when you let down your guard, it will look for loopholes in your heart and try to swallow you completely. It is not easy, every time I have to awaken the consciousness of my old friend It’s all…”

"Flora." The Skeleton Knight's voice sounded, causing Flora to wake up from her memories.

She smiled: "As people get older, they tend to like memories. Mr. Heather, if you want this armor, you might as well try it on first, how about it?"

"It's what I asked for."

Heather felt free to take off her torn robe, revealing the sleeveless black underwear underneath. The way to wear the armor is not complicated. With the help of Rong Qishi, Heather quickly put on all the parts of the berserker armor, except for the skull helmet.

Touching the cold metal on the surface of the skull helmet, Heather exhaled and solemnly put the helmet on her head.

The moment the helmet and breastplate clicked together, Heather immediately felt an unprecedented strange feeling.

No matter comfort, pain, joy or sadness, they gradually moved away from me, leaving only a cruel and uncontrollable impulse rolling deep in my heart.

Click! Click! Click!

The black cloak behind Heather moved automatically in the room without wind, and the full-covered armor on the body's surface was squirming and reorganizing on its own. They were roaring and changing their shapes, especially the helmets, which didn't look like the original skull armor at all.

"here we go……"

Flora looked at Heather standing quietly in the center of the room with a little worry, frowning slightly: "The [Berserker Armor] is trying to swallow Heather's will. When the situation is not right, I will help him get rid of the entanglement of the Berserker Armor. .”

The Skeleton Knight was very calm. He just turned his head slightly and looked at Rong Qishi: "Girl, you don't seem to be worried about your companions."

"Him? He doesn't need me to worry about him. Please don't worry, you two."

Rong Qishi’s expression was calm and his tone was leisurely:

"Master Heather is an expert when it comes to weapons."

Thanks to Fenrir book for the 500 starting coins