Chapter 376: The Path of Molten Fire

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"call……"

Shen Hui walked slowly in the comic exhibition hall.

Behind him, a female UP host was flirting with a Rem of unknown gender.

In a place like this, gender has always been a vague concept.

Of course, for Shen Hui now, there is also race...

"Hey, are you still there?"

Shenhui tried to communicate with the sword in his hand.

However, he did not receive any response.

But Shen Hui had a subtle sense of déjà vu: he felt that the sword was "staring" at him coldly.

This is a true demon sword...

Well, although the Forger is a pure mortal...

"It was not you who forged me, mortal!"

A dull and majestic roar sounded in Shenhui's ears.

Azakana, a small demon that feeds on negative emotions.

It sounds like there is no poker.

However, the overall performance is pretty good.

"You spilled a ball of ink on a piece of paper, and someone made a picture of it. Do you think your name should be engraved on the picture?"

The demon said sarcastically.

"Yeah, maybe I should have made a dung fork then."

Shen Hui couldn't help but fight back.

Fortunately, this is a comic convention, and no one will be surprised by your sudden soliloquy.

You may even wonder what meme or origin your sudden self corresponds to.

This made Shen Hui feel quite relaxed.

But it also made him begin to doubt the real reason for Chang Chang's birth.

Is it a gathering of a group of 2D fans, or a legitimate excuse for some monsters to spread rumors?

Difficult to understand...

Shen Hui shook his head. He began to not understand this world.

But maybe I can build something more interesting.

Instead, some exquisite playthings...

Shen Hui suddenly thought so.

Before this, he had some eager ideas about becoming a swordsman, or the brother of a swordsman.

But after getting this sword today.

Shen Hui felt that she was not cut out for it.

In the illusion on the sword, he saw continuous, never-ending killing.

Then he vomited violently...

Therefore, the Sword of Azakana despised this very much.

Shen Hui felt that this might be the end of his life's murderous intent.

At most, no more than one hand can be used to kill.

And that, in the illusion he saw, was just a fleeting death...

"That's not bad - if it's you, the dung fork will get every chance it can to shine."

Said the demon sword named Azakana.

"But you made a sword, a sword of killing!"

"And you, refused the invitation to kill! You just carried me around and wandered around!"

The voice of the Demon Sword suddenly became furious!

"So would you rather be crushed into slag by artillery fire, or be broken down into various samples bit by bit on a cutting machine?"

Shen Hui was unmoved and asked back.

The Demon Sword fell silent, just when Shen Hui thought that the other party was convinced by him.

It suddenly spoke:

“No destructive research will be conducted on a single copy.”

“Cough… cough cough…”

Shen Hui: ???

The sudden change in style made him cough violently.

"Are you cosplaying Yasuo?"

Suddenly, a girl passing by patted Shen Hui on the back.

Then, he looked at Shen Hui who had recovered and asked.

"No, it's his brother..."

"I am practicing sword spirit - communicating with my sword."

Shen Hui said as he played with the sword in his hand.

Then, as expected, he heard the angry roar of "Don't use me to pick up girls!"

However, Shen Hui picked his ears and ignored it.

In fact, the material of the sword had not changed at all, which was something Shen Hui had not expected.

It made it through security at the gate, which means it was most likely the same wooden structure it had been before.

But it is also possible that there is some unknown force on it that helps it avoid detection by detection equipment.

only……

Judging from the capabilities currently displayed by the sword, Shen Hui found it unlikely.

After successfully taking a photo with the girl and adding each other's contact information, Shen Hui felt better.

Apart from a few more angry roars in my ears, it wasn't a bad thing.

perhaps?

At this moment, a cosplayer in a gray robe walked towards him from the crowd.

It was difficult for Shenhui to describe how she felt at the moment.

It’s as if everything was just a game, and now we’ve entered some kind of critical, historically significant CG.

The bustling crowds around and their gorgeous or enchanting decorations seemed to turn into black and white at this moment.

Only the color of the man in gray robe seemed particularly bright .

He walked in front of Shen Hui, and there was an old face under the hood.

It didn't seem like some kind of decoration, because the other person's eyes contained certain characteristics that could not be simulated by paint and color.

That is the heaviness given by a long time...

"You almost fooled me."

This was the first sentence the other party said.

His voice was not old, nor did it have the youthful vigor or stronger color.

It's like a neat review, without any personal emotion.

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing."

The other party said so.

Shen Hui looked at the other person's eyes, which were as blue and clear as the sky, and was speechless for a moment.

“Seeking in the vastness of time and space, exploring in endless repetition, some new, interesting things or souls always make people feel particularly comfortable.”

"So I wanted to give you something."

The other party continued.

"A hammer?"

What made Shen Hui's eyes widen was:

After the other party finished saying this, a huge hammer emitting lava and fire suddenly appeared on his right hand side.

That must be an illusion.

But even if it was just an illusion, Shen Hui could feel the power contained in it.

"Or another sword..."

Following the other person's gaze, Shen Hui felt the sword in his hand trembling.

"Mortal power alone cannot control the devil."

"You still need... wind..."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Shen Hui felt a gust of wind blowing towards him.