The Old Man Is a Sword Forger!

"I am Sword Forger!"

Click!

Some kind of power suddenly acted on Sandrius; his hand suddenly twisted, and then his body began to contract rapidly!

Sandrius's pupils widened as he realized something was wrong!

Oh no, I was careless!

Pfft!

With a sound of flesh and blood exploding, Sandrius's body exploded, dispersing into a cloud of Blood Mist.

A black longsword then appeared from within the Blood Mist.

The sword is entirely black, but the blade is silver-white, and the hilt and grip resemble black thorns and vines.

These thorns and vines extended upwards onto the sword, from which blood-red, vein-like, bewitching patterns spread.

Sandrius vanished, leaving only the sword suspended in mid-air.

The Sword Forger landed, took a good breath, then got up and grabbed the sword that Sandrius had transformed into.

"So I see, I am indeed not suited for head-on combat. I am neither a sword saint nor a sword god, but merely a swordsmith."

As the Sword Forger spoke, he grasped the sword that Sandrius had transformed into, but a powerful Mental Shock struck his mind!

"You old bastard, how dare you!!"

Sandrius's voice echoed in his mind, and a strong wave also emanated from the sword.

He was desperately resisting being held by the Sword Forger; Sandrius was resisting the transformation in both his soul and his body!

But the Sword Forger refused to let go, instead gripping the hilt with both hands. However, the Mental Shock kept washing over the Sword Forger's consciousness!

"Puff!"

The Sword Forger spat out a mouthful of blood, leaned on the sword, and knelt on the ground. He grinned, his teeth stained red with blood.

"Since you've already become a sword, stop struggling and obediently serve me!"

The thorns on the sword hilt pricked the Sword Forger's palm, causing blood to gush out. Pain mixed with a tearing sensation flooded his mind.

Despite Sandrius's strong resistance, having become a sword, his abilities have been granted to the swordsman.

A strange power surged from his palm into his body, and a mysterious bond seemed to form between the Sword Forger and the sword.

His body seemed to be reshaped once again, just as a plant, after dying, grows new branches and leaves again as winter turns to spring.

The Sword Forger's body was becoming younger, his aged face was gradually losing its wrinkles, and the power of life was surging within his flesh.

Number 0 21: Sword Forger (Tyrant)

"Freeze."

The Snow Woman raised her hand and released Absolute Freeze, calming the restless sword.

Sandrius's rebellious spirit subsided, allowing the Sword Forger a chance to catch his breath.

As the blood flowing from his palm spread across the sword, the Sword Forger couldn't help but laugh, "Cough cough haha... Fourth-tier peak sword transformation, this is the first time."

The Snow Woman looked at the Sword Forger; although the old man's face had become younger, his hair was still white.

"Congratulations, you've regained your youth."

Upon hearing the Snow Woman's words, the Sword Forger realized that his body had become incredibly light, as if he possessed boundless vitality.

It felt like I had become young again.

The Sword Forger slowly rose, his hand stroking the blade. "It actually has this ability... so this trip was worthwhile."

Based on what I've sensed so far, this sword has at least five abilities.

One ability is to rejuvenate the swordsman and grant them eternal life; another is Sandrius's Black Thorns ability.

In addition, this sword can devour flesh and blood, and manipulate most things in nature. It can command wild beasts, control plants, and even borrow power from the spirits of nature.

Its abilities are diverse, truly befitting a sword formed from a peak fourth-order sequence.

So... what should this sword be called?

Is he called the God of Elves, or the Dark King?

The Sword Forger glanced around as he thought of this, and then saw the elven army.

The elven army looked at the defeated Sandrius, but their eyes showed little sorrow; instead, they revealed a look of relief.

I see.

How about we call this sword...?

"Tyrant."

Isis and the others, who witnessed the entire process, were all shocked that Sandrius had been defeated so easily.

They knew how strong Sandrius; that guy was a complete freak.

You think he's harmless, but he can kill you in an instant like it's nothing. You think he's fragile and has low health, but he can withstand a bunch of level 4 focused fire from Xinting Walk.

They have already witnessed the most deadly kind of strength, which lies in its simplicity and unpretentiousness.

However, the Sword Forger defeated him with a more unassuming ability.

"The Chaos Splitter truly lives up to its name; it's a place where hidden talents abound," Isis couldn't help but praise 009.

009 turned around and said, "Even so, we still lack talent like you."

Unfortunately, no matter how much 009 extended an olive branch, Isis remained unmoved.

Afterwards, the Sword Forger brought four swords, and 009 chose Blood Fang and Hundred Slashes, allowing Isis to resurrect Arthur and Thousand Throat.

There were no twists and turns in the process; both swords shattered and returned to human form.

This made the Sword Forger think of something.

Simply put, this resurrection ability bypassed his sword-transformation ability, or rather, it negated his ability.

This inevitably causes some concern.

For example, if Sandrius dies and Isis resurrects Sandrius, can Sandrius also break free of the sword-shaped restraints?

Regardless, this is something that's somewhat concerning.

The Sword Forger's ability is not Absolute Trait, but a conceptual ability.

Isis's resurrection ability also seems to be a conceptual ability. Both conceptual abilities have their own priorities, and there is no saying that one must come first or last.

After that, 009 and the others returned to the Outer Sea Continent.

009 also had a new opinion of Isis; that woman was quite cunning, and he really couldn't see through Isis.

However, the Sword Forger and others had some doubts. "Are we really going to keep our promise?"

009 simply nodded without saying anything. Letting the Dragon Alliance run rampant might indeed be dangerous, after all, if there were only 100 years left, time was too tight.

Moreover, the last 100 years will surely be a time of chaos and war among the gods.

009 doesn't think he has a 100% chance of winning, but he does have a greater than 50% chance.

"I said, things should be done one at a time."

"Now it's your turn, Lin Feng."

Lin Feng opened his eyes upon hearing this, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Outer Sea Continent, the Sun Country.

As an egg hatched, a phoenix's cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth. People looked up and saw a huge, bright red bird spreading its wings in the sky, blotting out the sun!

The crimson bird was wreathed in flames, its tail feathers billowing like a skirt, its form magnificent, like a celestial being.

That is the legendary Phoenix.

Number 0 076: Phoenix

The Phoenix quickly transformed into a ball of Heavenly Fire and fell to the mortal realm. After the flames landed, a red-haired man emerged from them.

The flames seemed to blend seamlessly with his red hair, and a pair of fiery red wings slowly unfurled behind him.

He is 076: Phoenix.

How long did I sleep this time?

The king stood beside the Phoenix, and the intense heat made him feel as if he were melting.

"Return, return to the Lord God... exactly right, 30 years!"

Phoenix clenched his fist. "30 years? I feel like I've become 100 years younger. Well, I've finally reached the peak of the fourth tier."

Number 0 076: Phoenix

Number 0 076: Phoenix