owlsbooks Chapter 94 Sister
Chapter 94 Sister
A grief-stricken Jane rushed out of the stone house and crashed into a hard breastplate.
It made a crisp, muffled sound and landed in Xin'an's arms.
A bunch of aggrieved gibberish appeared on the screen (╥_╥). The usually unruly divine messenger was now as quiet as a child who had been greatly bullied.
Despite the fact that no one in the camp dared to bully her.
And no one could possibly bully it?
It doesn't seem that absolute...
Xin An reached out and held the cold metal, asked no questions, and stepped into the stone house.
inside the house.
Xin Wu leaned back in the white plastic chair. The invisible threads, though seemingly thin, bound him tightly. After a series of futile struggles, he gradually grasped the logic of this creation.
The chair binds divine power, like a weapon specially crafted for those favored by the gods.
For mortals who lack divine power and are not watched by the gods, it is nothing more than an ordinary chair, without any lethality.
But as he walked the path of the sacrifice, the power from the gods circulated within him, and the Buddhist and Taoist aura he wore was a manifestation of this power.
The only way to break free from these constraints is to actively sever the connection with power, completely empty oneself, and lose the power of the ritual.
Xinwu closed his eyes.
Just as he was about to dissipate his divine power, footsteps stopped in front of him.
Xin An stood in front of the chair, supporting Jane with one hand.
She raised her other hand and lifted the cover of the faceplate.
The fist, covered in metal armor, slammed down.
The first blow destroyed the last remaining defenses on Xinwu's body, and the second punch sent him sprawling to the ground, chair and all. Xinwu crashed onto the stone slab, a ringing in his ears, and a metallic, sweet liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Before he could react, Xin An stepped forward, grabbed his collar and lifted him into the air, then delivered a clean knee strike to his abdomen.
Pain brought all thoughts to a standstill.
Xinwu curled up on the ground, his cough breaking the deathly silence in the room.
This is a punishment.
He should be punished for making such a dangerous decision all by himself.
Jian floated up into Xin'an's arms, still not quite recovered: "(ಥ_ಥ) It's him..."
Xin An released his grip and looked down at his younger brother.
After venting her anger, she bent down and casually tore off the few loose threads that had lost their target.
"You've really gotten to know things."
Xinwu propped himself up and sat up, wiping the blood from his face.
"Since you want to do it, I won't stop you." Xin An pulled down his mask, the metal shield blocking the view from the outside world. "You are a priest, you are your father's child, you should be prepared to lose your life."
"But you at least need to prove your abilities to your father and me."
The fully armored swordsman stopped at the door.
"Go outside and catch it yourself."
"Thank you, sis."
Before the words were even finished, the force of the punch had already arrived.
Without warning, Xin An threw a punch, landing squarely on Xin Wu's cheek. Xin Wu, who had just sat up, was knocked to the ground again.
"The punishment you received earlier was imposed on you without authorization."
"I am the guardian of the divine messenger." Xin An withdrew his hand and looked at him. "This is your punishment for bullying the divine messenger."
"(；￣д￣) I won't let myself be bullied."
Jane swayed up and down, clearly dissatisfied with the excuse, and muttered under her breath.
A sheathed longsword flew out of his hand and landed beside Xinwu.
Xin An didn't look at her younger brother on the ground anymore, and turned to walk outside.
Jane flew out of Xin An's arms, looked at Xin Wu on the ground, then at Xin An who was not looking back, and finally followed the fully armored swordsman in front.
The wind outside the stone house was a bit cold.
After leaving the sacrificial area, the iron box slowed down and moved closer to Xin'an's shoulder armor.
"(´･_･`) Is this... not a good thing for us?" Jane's voice trailed off.
"Your Excellency is merciful and great," Xin An said, his steps unwavering. "But you must also give your followers the opportunity to choose for themselves."
The metal box grumbled in dissatisfaction.
"(￣^￣) You make me sound like the bad guy, when you clearly love him the most..."
The fully armored swordsman stopped in his tracks.
"Um?"
"∑(O_O；) You didn't hear anything!"
"But Xiao Xin'an, are you really going to let him go out alone?"
"Otherwise what?" Xin'an continued walking forward. "I still have the duty to protect you. Father can't act rashly, and Uncle Chang is also busy."
"We can't expend too much effort for a possibility, especially since we haven't reached the point where we absolutely need someone."
Jane followed behind, the electronic voice growing softer and softer.
"(￣ε(#￣) Actually... I don't really need your protection that much..."
The wind carried away the remaining words.
The swordsman didn't turn around; his back was visible as he walked ahead, moving a little slower than usual.
Xinwu opened his eyes after feeling dizzy.
There was no one around.
The longsword lay quietly beside me.
Five Weapons - Sword.
Why would Xin'an leave this weapon behind?
As the finest weapon among the Salmon, its mysteries were so profound that even its creator, his own father, never fully grasped them.
The finest craftsmanship, an unrepeatable legend, exists among the Goldborn as a template for future weapons.
To avoid being lost or harmed by the very nature of the weapons, they were always passed around only among the strongest members of the tribe.
The weak are not even worthy of being recognized by these weapons.
He tried to reach out and grasp the hilt of the sword.
The moment his fingertips touched it, the sword vibrated in its sheath. A sense of resistance emanated from deep within the weapon, and the overflowing sharpness carved a bloody gash in his palm.
Xinwu withdrew his hand.
The sword is the weapon of commanders, and is by nature the most proud of the five weapons.
Unlike Xin'an, who was favored by the five weapons since childhood.
The weapon of the heart is never recognized by any of the five weapons.
He took off his coat and wrapped the sword and scabbard tightly to shield the weapon from its sharpness.
After slinging the wrapped longsword over his shoulder, he got up and walked out of the stone house.
At the corner outside the stone house, Xin'an leaned against the wall.
She remained silent as she watched the departing figure hurry away.
Only after the figure disappeared at the end of the road did Xin'an let out a sigh.
"When will you understand why the five soldiers refuse to acknowledge it?"
"It's because you're too close to God."
Weapons made by humans instinctively deny the existence of God; they fear external forces and seek to protect the purity of "humanity."