"Well, Blake, aren't you satisfied with having so many people by your side?"

In the captain's cabin, Sephiel grabbed Blake's ears excitedly, and the parasaurus was obviously stimulated.

She said with a burst of anger:

"Ms. Maiev, let's stop talking. Xal'atath's life and death are still uncertain. I have paid the price for myself. If you want to come up with another 'sword lady', are you going to make us angry to death?

How about I send a message to Ms. Maiev now and ask her to come back and teach you a lesson?

I think she will be very willing."

"I think it's better for you to let go...if you have anything to say, please talk to me."

Blake didn't feel any pain.

After all, Saphire is just showing off. How can the shy first parasaurus bear to hurt her good captain?

But the pirate knew it was a joke, but his sword didn't.

"Whoosh"

The suspended Salamani brought up a blast of wind, roared towards him, forced Sephiel back with one sword, and then lay flat in front of the pirate, with the forked blade staring in front of him like a poisonous snake, which frightened him

of Sephire.

The Elf Divine Sword still struck fiercely, accurately and fatally, but still asked in a timid tone:

"Master, this spirit is hurting you. Do you need me to kill her for you? She is very weak..."

"Who do you think is weak? You shameless stinky woman."

Sephiel was startled.

Seeing the new-born swordswoman still protecting Black, a surge of anger and grievance suddenly surged into her heart.

Hell, it was she and Black who made Sword Girl together just now. Theoretically speaking, she can also be regarded as the mother of the soul blade in front of her, right?

So cold?

It really makes my mother very sad. I want to teach you a lesson!

"No! Calm down!"

As soon as Blake shouted, Sephiel angrily threw out the time magic, and a ball of earthy yellow light shimmered around the suspended soul blade, imprisoning it in time.

But Sephiel overlooked one thing, Salameni has two forms!

"bass"

While the sword was suspended in time, another one-handed sword flew out with a roar.

Different from Salamani's body, the one-handed sharp blade that flew out was completely purple, and it looked like it was infused with void attribute anima. As it pierced Sephiel, it yelled crazily:

"I'll let you bully my sister! I'll stab you to death! Die, die! Hahahaha."

"ah!"

Seeing that he was about to be pierced by the flying blade, the first parasaurus turned pale and covered his head, squatted down and screamed, but no severe pain was felt.

After a second, Sephiel raised his head and took a look.

Blake was gripping the hilt of the screaming void blade with a headache, as if he were grabbing a very naughty snake. The black sword was struggling back and forth in his hand, trying to jump out and give Sephiel a blow.

Have a taste.

The other one-handed long sword was still imprisoned in time by Sephiel.

Its entire slender sword body is like a faded photo, stripped out of the flow of time, as if frozen.

"You bad woman, release my sister! Otherwise I will stab you to death!"

The black sword beating in Blake's hand kept screaming, threatening in ancient Salas language, and trying to throw the energy-enhanced blade to attack Sephiel.

But under the control of the pirate, the energy blade it threw could only make the captain's cabin more messy.

"Release Sharathol, Sephiel."

Blake said to the First Parasaurus:

"Eremeni is very irritable. I can't control her. Maybe she has injected too much void energy, which makes her mental state very unstable. I have to make them become one again."

"Oh, you told me earlier, your weird sword scared me to death."

Seeing that the situation was under control, Sephiel stood up and released the time restraint. He also saw Blake trying hard to control the violent blade so as not to hurt himself, which proved that the stinky pirate had her in his heart.

This made Sephiel feel sweet in his heart.

Hum, forget it, I'll spare you this time.

"Snapped"

The Parasaurolophus snapped his fingers, the time freeze dissipated, and the other one-handed blade Sharathol regained its freedom, but she did not attack Sephiel like the irritable Eremeni.

This one-handed sword glowing with bright moonlight is obviously more polite than her "sister".

She even hovered in front of Sephiel's eyes and apologized to her.

"I'm sorry, madam, I was too impulsive just now. We have just been given souls by the master, and we don't know much about the outside world. I remember that you also helped me in the strengthening before the connection with the heart.

We shouldn't have hurt you."

"Uh, it's okay."

Sephiel looked a little embarrassed.

This was the first time in her life that she was thanked by a sword, and she didn't know how to shake hands with her and make peace. She could only reach out and pat the sword of Sharathol to express that she no longer cared.

"Why are you apologizing to her? You weak, stinky sister!"

But just now, the shadow predator Eremeni, who was caught in Black's hand, was not satisfied yet. The Sword of the Void shouted:

"She was the one who hurt the master first. As weapons, we should stab her to death! This is to show the master's majesty that cannot be desecrated! You are really an unqualified weapon in all aspects, my ridiculous sister."

"Shut up, Eremeni!"

The good-tempered Sharathol levitated in front of Blake's other hand, letting the pirate hold the hilt of her sword. She scolded the irritable Marauder's sword:

"It's so disrespectful of you!

We are creations derived from the power of the hermits of the ancient elven empire. We should inherit the graceful posture of the elves, rather than scream like shrews.

Master, please merge us.

It's up to me to calm down my irritable sister so we can continue talking."

"oh."

With a dull expression on his face, the stinky pirate merged the two quarreling swords together and transformed back into Salamani. The experience before him was also a first for the experienced stinky pirate.

He used to just slash people with his sword, but now he has to be directed by his own sword.

Gee, I don’t know if Emperor Denasius has ever had the experience of being commanded by his own weapon? But his bloodthirsty sword only has one conscious body, so he won’t quarrel with himself after thinking about it, right?

"Are you the one who dominates Salameni's consciousness? Sharathor."

Blake looked at the elf sword floating in front of him and asked:

"I thought that after you merged, a new consciousness would be born to control the blade."

"Salamani is just the name after our merger. Master, there should be only one conscious body that activates the blade. It's just that the structure of this sword is special, and the anima you gave it is somewhat...

Well, it’s a little complicated.”

It can be seen that Sharathol the Ripper is a very graceful swordswoman. She speaks in a gentle manner. Even when describing the chaos of Black's power, she has to use a neutral word to describe it.

So as not to stimulate the complicated thoughts of his master.

"Do you want us to fuse?"

Sharathol seemed to sense Black's thoughts, and changed to his own timid tone and asked:

"If you need it, Eremeni and I can merge into a complete consciousness. You can call it 'Salameni', but such fusion is irreversible.

we will...

In your terms, you will die forever to give birth to a new soul."

"This is so cruel, Captain!"

Sephiel grabbed Blake's wrist and said:

"do not do that!

These are two newly born souls. They have not seen this world yet. They were born because of you. It is really cruel to let them die like this."

"I didn't say let them fuse."

The smelly pirate glanced at Sephiel, who was overflowing with maternal instincts, and said:

"With Salameni's form, if I were a warrior, it would be easier to kill people with a two-handed sword. But as an assassin, I must often use the two-sword form.

The forms of Sharatol and Eremeni are more suitable for my play.

But what I’m curious about is, did you receive my anima separately? What you got was the anima of the moon god’s power?”
To be continued...