“Die!”
“Dizubai Sus!”
Gasps of alarm rose in waves.
But louder than the gasps were the high-pitched screams and cries.
Robin woke amidst the clamor.
He felt scorching hot all over, as if he were being burned by a raging fire.
But the next moment, a strong sense of vibration immediately followed.
It was like an earthquake.
“An earthquake?”
Robin paused, then wanted to run away.
But at that moment, he was startled to find that he couldn't move, and couldn't even feel his hands or feet.
“Clang—”
A clang of metal striking metal rang out.
Robin immediately felt another strong tremor, and he struggled frantically, terrified.
“Kubadu!”
“Vissen Denio!”
Strange shouts, the scorching sensation of burning, and the earthquake-like tremors that came one after another—all of this made Robin panic, and the panic of losing all sensation made him struggle even more frantically, even continuously crying out for help.
“Kongwei Jiersde’erbai Mai…”
“Vissen Denio!”
“Dizubai Sus!”
Another shrill, piercing roar sounded.
Immediately after, Robin suddenly smelled an extremely strong scent of blood.
As the bloody scent diffused, as if a light that dispelled all darkness appeared in the sky, Robin found that his vision had finally returned.
But he was startled to discover that he had become a sword!
A longsword with a slender blade, entirely as black as an abyss.
The person holding the sword was a middle-aged man with a resolute face, but at this moment, his body was pierced by a long spear, and in front of him were dozens of soldiers wearing heavy armor.
These soldiers dared not approach, only pointing their long spears at the middle-aged man from a distance.
“Ha!”
The middle-aged man gasped for breath, letting out a disdainful, fierce laugh: “If this demonic sword hadn’t suddenly gone out of control, would you lot have been able to stop me!?”
Robin found that he suddenly understood what these people were saying.
“Lord Kaimers, we respect you greatly, so please surrender.”
A voice sounded from behind the enemy formation.
Immediately after, the phalanx of dozens of heavy infantrymen parted to both sides, and a man also clad in heavy armor stepped out.
Beside him were several men who looked much younger.
“Schurman…” The middle-aged man’s expression became quite complicated, “Why…”
“Do you still not understand?” The heavily armored man shook his head, “The Gods have fallen, and divine grace is no longer exclusive to the divine people.”
As soon as the words fell, the armor on the heavily armored soldiers beside this heavily armored man instantly melted away, then rapidly converged onto the heavily armored man’s armor like a whale drawing water.
This change not only made his armor much thicker, but even the gaps in the armor were filled, completely transforming into a seamlessly integrated suit of armor, and the excess molten iron also formed a remarkably exaggerated horse-slaying saber.
The surrounding soldiers who had lost the protection of their armor quickly retreated under the command of a few young men.
Instantly, only the middle-aged man and the heavily armored man remained on the battlefield.
“This…”
Looking at the sudden change before him, the middle-aged man revealed a look of disbelief: “What is this?!”
“The Art of Iron Manipulation.” The heavily armored man had almost completely transformed into a metal puppet; his voice became muffled, “The Gods have been devoured, Their blood, flesh, and spirits have merged into the mortal world, and divine grace is no longer exclusive to the divine people. All people can master this power; this is a power unique to us, the Ten Thousand People! We call it… the Ten Thousand People Bloodline!”
The middle-aged man’s expression became exceptionally solemn.
“Lord Kaimers, I respect you. The divine people do not recognize your Bloodline, but we, the Ten Thousand People, do. If you are willing to surrender, I can guarantee that you and your descendants will be spared.” The heavily armored man said in a deep voice, “But if you remain so stubbornly deluded, then your Bloodline will be cut off from now on, and you cannot blame us.”
Robin watched the scene before him, greatly alarmed.
He could probably figure out his situation now.
He had, without a doubt, transmigrated.
But what he couldn’t understand was, other people transmigrated to become protagonists, so why could he only be a spirit of an artifact?
Moreover, he woke up to such a scene of betrayal and usurpation.
What divine people, what Ten Thousand People, he didn’t know, but from these few words, he understood that the Ten Thousand People had killed the so-called “Gods” of this world, and then transformed the so-called “divine grace” into “Bloodline” that they could use.
“The oath is unbroken.”
Robin’s heart jolted; he suddenly felt the middle-aged man’s inner resolve, a fearless determination that transcended life and death.
The scorching heat burned again.
Robin saw that the scorching sensation that made him feel like he was being burned by fire was actually caused by someone lighting a fire on his sword blade!
The middle-aged man suddenly charged forward, raising his sword and slashing towards the heavily armored man, who had already transformed into a metal puppet.
But the next moment, Robin saw the middle-aged man’s defense shattered by a single sword strike from the heavily armored man, and then the second sword directly pierced through the middle-aged man’s body.
That exaggerated giant horse-slaying saber not only penetrated the middle-aged man’s body, but also crushed his spine and internal organs, practically creating a wound that traversed from his neck to his lower abdomen.
The middle-aged man’s face showed an expression of disbelief: “You…”
“The Gods are dead, and the power granted by the Gods to the divine people naturally no longer exists.” The heavily armored man said in a deep voice, “Only the power of our Ten Thousand People Bloodline is truly our own power, and we no longer need to pray to the Gods!”
The middle-aged man gripped the blade of the horse-slaying saber, his expression extremely complicated.
He wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, only a large amount of fresh blood gushed out.
“You didn’t lose to me.” The armor on the heavily armored man slowly flowed off, forming a puddle of molten iron on the ground, but only the horse-slaying saber in his hand remained, “You lost to yourself.”
With the passing of the middle-aged man, the other young men quickly returned with their people.
The heavily armored man made no extra movements, but the molten iron on the ground, like living creatures, wriggled and flowed back onto everyone’s bodies, once again transforming into that heavy armor.
“Father, this demonic sword…”
“Seal it away.” The heavily armored man shook his head, “There’s no need to bring all the old things from the era of the Gods into the new era. We, the Ten Thousand People, have mastered the ability of ‘forging,’ and we should believe that in the future, we will certainly be able to forge artifacts stronger than these old things.”
“Then why not destroy it completely?”
“Do you know why it’s called a demonic sword?” The heavily armored man retorted.
The young men shook their heads.
“Other old things were granted by the Gods, but only this sword is rumored to be a divine artifact once used by the Creator.” The heavily armored man said in a deep voice, “The so-called Gods were actually just thieves who devoured and stole the Creator’s power. These thieves feared the Creator’s return, so they not only completely disintegrated Him, but even dismantled and banished all the artifacts He had used, leaving only this sword, which cannot be destroyed or banished.”
“This…”
“We, the Ten Thousand People, are merely repeating the sordid deeds that the divine people did back then.” The heavily armored man said in a deep voice, “This sword cannot be destroyed, but having lost the power bestowed by the Gods, no one can wield it, so it’s just something a bit harder and sharper, not worth us going to such great lengths to deal with. …What we need to do next is to welcome the arrival of the new era, and nothing more.”
Robin listened to the conversation between the father and son, then watched helplessly as they found a stone casket and sealed him inside.
He struggled and cried out desperately, but what he got in return was more people putting in effort.
Everyone thought the demonic sword had gone out of control, but only Robin knew that he was struggling to survive.
However, as his vision completely darkened, Robin finally fell into complete despair.
...
The passage of time began to lose its importance to Robin.
He gradually found that his emotions also seemed to be continuously fading—in the true sense of no longer possessing any emotions or desires, so he began to fall into long periods of sleep. Only occasionally, upon sensing a strong scent of blood, would he faintly awaken, but the fatigue in his consciousness made him increasingly sleepy. The only remaining impressions were shaking, vibrations, and occasional blood scents, and intermittent screams and shouts.
Robin knew.
Every shake represented a movement.
Every vibration represented a battle.
As for the bloody scent, it was simply that someone had used him to kill someone else, which was why there were various screams and shouts.
In this hazy, half-awake state, Robin only felt the heaviness of his eyelids and difficulty breathing, as if something was desperately pressing on his eyes, preventing him from opening them, and then trying to cover his mouth and nose with various things, not wanting him to breathe. Yet, the subtle thing was that Robin never felt pain; instead, his body and mind were always in a state of satisfaction and pleasure, a strong sense of fullness as if an emptiness had been filled.
The only thing that annoyed him was the constant buzzing in his ears.
He couldn't hear it very clearly.
But it seemed like someone was praying to him for something.
Only on very rare occasions would he respond a little, as if by instinct.
But often after that, he would quickly be awakened by the sound of vibrations, and then screams and shouts would ring in his ears again.
After this happened many times, Robin would restrain this instinctive reaction.
Then.
He never heard those sounds again.