The Hanging Sword is the totem of the Kingdom of Agrant, and it is also the artifact guarded by the royal family of Agrant for generations. It is also the source of additional abilities possessed by the investigators of the Hanging Sword Organization.

Every investigator can gain fixed abilities on the hanging sword, such as detecting lies, perception of evil, etc.

From the beginning of their swearing allegiance to the Hanging Sword and becoming believers of the Hanging Sword, they have the authority to release such abilities.

Through specially made badges, they were able to communicate with the Hanging Sword and contact other investigators.

At that time, Agrat I was a believer of the hanging sword. He was flowing with griffin blood and waved the non-existent long sword that fell from the sky, and forcibly opened up the kingdom.

After that, he painted the Hanging Sword with the Griffon as the national emblem, becoming the totem symbol of the Kingdom of Agrant.

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

But today, this secret has been ruthlessly picked up and exposed to the sun, receiving the attention of the world.

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

The villagers of Panshen Village looked at each other, without even saying hello, and left each tacitly.

Years of experience in the world have made them realize that they shouldn’t have heard the following words.

Even if they don't understand, they are still ignorant of the truth, but the words "Your Majesty", "Stealing", "Sword hanging in the air" and "Power" are enough to make people frightened.

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

Pan Shen heard his provocation.

He has less time.

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

"So, then, you discovered something was wrong with Barrs?"

"Yes."

"you!"

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

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

Sang turned to the rising man in the distance and looked at the village, "Until I met an interesting boy, I realized that I was still worried... After all, I was still a person from the Kingdom of Agrant..."

His face twitched unconsciously, his breath began to fluctuate, and his eyes became slightly darker.

"I realized that the mission given to me by my Lord still existed, but Agrant III tampered with the teachings...I discovered that for us, clearing all the aura of cult is the right way!"

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

"I'm tired, Ron, tired, maybe I should return to my Lord's arms as soon as possible, so I activate the badge here, waiting for someone who is destined to come."

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

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

The cards collapsed like a sand castle, but the next moment, all the light dust attached to the sword shadow.

From nothing to something, transforming virtual into reality.

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

This is a weapon, and more precisely, a weapon with only attack left.

"What's wrong with him..." Ruoschia whispered to Aaron, "He was in a strange mood, and felt like... he was a cultist."

At the end of the day, even Ruoschia was a little unbelievable.

Yes, the man in front of him was bathed in the divine light of the hanging sword, and the aura of the cult on his body had long been swept away, filling the aura of the hanging sword.

But the fanaticism and pilgrimage in his eyes always made Ruschia feel uneasy.

He has only seen this kind of look in the eyes of cultists, and he cannot even be an ordinary cultist, at least a crazy believer.

In this case, even if his body has not yet left the scope of human beings, his soul has truly surpassed human beings by touching the holy tools.

At this time, mulberry was more like a clay-shaped leather bag filled with breath, with dark patterns growing under the seemingly intact appearance.

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

Like cooking oil in a fire, it was a flash in the pan. Everything about Sang is barely maintained by the power of the hanging sword.

"Since you are here, I should die. Let you live well with my questions."

Sang's expression showed the last softness. With a casual wave, a gentle force knocked Ron away with an irresistible posture.

That was his last little bit of humanity.

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

Sang could no longer restrain the restless power in his body. Invisible sword energy unconsciously emerged from his body, marking the already scarred ground into countless wounds again.

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

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

"yes."

"Why?"

"Seeking death."

Sang Ting's sword rose, the long sword in his hand echoed the sword shadow above his head, and stabbed Pan Shen directly.

There are no fancy techniques or complex applications, there is only this pure and simple sword.

The first sword.

Everyone who was still present had to turn their heads and avoid the sword light that was as if it was substantial.

With the blessing of the breath of the hanging sword, it seems that even light and shadow have certain properties of sword blades.

Only the black armored knight and the black horse stood like a sculpture, turning a blind eye to the sword light that was coming.

However, Pan Shen frowned slightly, and did not even punch, but just put his palms together, clamping the blade lightly.

A crack as smooth as a mirror was immediately split on the ground under his feet, and his dark red hair floated freely like the mane of a lion.

"It's useless, he can't hurt God Pan." Ruoschia sighed and reminded Aaron, "Be careful, he has at least two chances to draw his sword, but you'd better retreat a little further."

"Can you not hurt or kill?" Aaron was a little suspicious of his ears.

"I can't hurt you, you underestimate God Pan too much." Ruoschia sneered, "He used all his strength back then, and I couldn't even hurt him who borrowed the power of the Moon Tower. Do you really think he can do it?"

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

[Uncollected image information was detected and is being collected and sorted...]

Illustration information?

Aaron was stunned 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 did you kill me?"

Pan Shen was not afraid of the look that looked like substance in Sang's eyes, and looked at him and asked by the way.

He was not irritated, he was just a little curious.

"Shen Pan, you are a natural disaster. In the name of my lord, you will clear all evil spirits!"
Chapter completed!