Chapter 282: Dragon Nest in the Subway (cont.)

Zhao Bai felt this was one of Durandal's conventional stock phrases. Looking at their lineup, the ones who should have been afraid were the other side. All they needed to do was steamroll through.

Easy and effortless.

No, Otto had solemnly warned him not to rely too heavily on the arsenal's power, or Void Archive would lead him around by the nose.

Durandal turned and raised her gleaming knight's lance. Bronya also lifted the Malcolm Cannon issued by the academy. Seeing this, Zhao Bai felt strangely out of place with his empty hands and took out a weapon as well.

"What is that...?"

Amid the flickering weapon lights, Bronya's eyes seemed to shine with bright spring sunlight.

"That's right. It's the gift you gave me."

Wasn't this a bit much? They were practically at the enemy's doorstep, and they were still showing off their affection?

Durandal smiled faintly as she watched Zhao Bai somewhat awkwardly twist the spatula. Its exaggerated gold plating rapidly spun and transformed. High-energy particles sprayed out, bound by the strong force into the shape of a longsword. The blade shimmered with a luminous blue glow, carrying an ethereal air.

"An energy weapon?"

Durandal shook her head. "I still prefer the solid heft of a physical weapon. Energy weapons always feel a little uncomfortable to use. The force can't be fully transmitted from the base to the tip, and that feels strange... Do you understand?"

Zhao Bai honestly shook his head.

"I can't tell the difference. Either way, everything breaks with one hit. It just doesn't have as many special abilities."

Indeed, Zhao Bai could still draw out thin, transparent arcs of blade light as before. He just no longer had so many varied tools at his disposal. That was a problem. Hopefully, he could adapt soon.