[Whoever comes after me, whoever you are, if you can leave this place alive, please take my sword with you—Lightning Swordsman Hughes Moore.]
After searching through the foul-smelling rotten flesh, Ron found only this "last message," sealed inside an iron barrel. It had been written in blood for ink and bone for a pen. The handwriting was extremely messy, with broken, intermittent strokes that showed just how poor the writer's condition had been. Ron had to guess his way through it before he finally managed to decipher every word.
"Lightning Swordsman Hughes Moore..."
Ron carefully recalled the manga he had read and confirmed that no information about this man had ever appeared. Still, someone who had ventured deep into a serpent's belly and nearly slain a giant snake could stand firm in the New World even if he had been weak. So the sword left behind by such a powerhouse...
Ron looked up and stared silently.
He had found the source of the giant snake's ability to spew lightning. After all, a heart whose blood had nearly turned into blue plasma was far too distinctive. Even Ron did not dare underestimate the lightning contained within it. It had accumulated endlessly with the help of the snake's massive body, a qualitative change brought about by sheer quantity!
The giant snake drew electric current from its heart, then transformed it through a series of processes Ron could not understand before spewing lightning from its mouth.
Perhaps that was also why the giant snake, despite having highly venomous blood, had never used venom. In order to spew lightning, even its venom sacs and venom ducts had adapted around electricity. Under lightning's scorching heat, any toxin would lose its potency.
And the source of that lightning power was the unknown divine weapon embedded in