All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 395 Swordsinger Millicent

Swordsingers are warriors who believe in swordsmanship. They have extremely powerful swordsmanship and magical power that rivals swordsmanship, because they pursue the dual strength of mind and body.

They believed that the sword was an extension of the soul and a part of the body. It was rumored that a sword-singing master could defeat his enemies with only a wooden sword.

The sword singer practices a kind of soul power called "Holy Sea".

At first, this power was hidden deep in the heart. With continuous practice, the "holy sea" in the spiritual consciousness gradually became stronger, until it could be embodied in the reality, forming a long sword with shining light. At that time, a sword singer would He is revered as "Ansai", also known as the sword master.

The soul swords created by Ansai are extremely powerful and can defeat opponents like cutting wheat, and are even powerful enough to sink a continent. The so-called nuclear explosion sword master comes from this.

Millicent talked about her experience in spiritual practice.

"The initial stage of the way of the sword is the mastery of swordsmanship. Let me say that I have my own understanding of swordsmanship. Although I have no memory of the past, after I was saved by you, I naturally knew how to do it. Swing the sword. My soul, my body, both know how to fight.

"So I quickly ended this stage of practice. Next, I began to meditate in the intervals of practice. This is a process that allows the mind to torture itself, just like forging a piece of hot pig iron, constantly hammering out impurities. The power of the Holy Sea gradually emerged. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could see a bright light shining in my heart, but there were still many impurities in it.

“So I asked myself again and again if I was on the right path and what was right for me. This question was like a hole. I fell in and found that there was nothing in it.

"The admonition left by the sword singers is that piety is the essence of the holy sword. A person who believes in it will not doubt it. They believe in the God of War, and I believe in you. Linde, I swear to be the sword in your hand and never retreat .When I made my vows, I saw myself and crawled out of that bottomless void."

Lind looked at Millicent. She was able to express her feelings without hesitation or cowardice. She had forged her soul into a pure sword. The devout protective heart is the essence of her Holy Sea. With this backbone, the power of the Holy Sea can be forged into shape. It is precisely the most ordinary and most difficult step in the sword singer's cultivation path.

Many Ansai believe in the God of War obsessively and are ready to sacrifice themselves at any time. It is incomprehensible to outsiders that there is no one who does not even cherish his own life. But for them, this is a sincere path, full of complex and arduous spiritual games, and it is definitely not the blind faith in God like ordinary people.

"Later on, I kept looking for enemies, stimulating my potential in the crisis of death, and constantly filling the holy sea. But I'm sorry, I can't materialize it yet. Linde, give me some more time. I am qualified. Fighting for you.”

Millicent could say to protect Linde and fight for him a thousand times, and never once was a false lie. Her voice was like a swallow passing over Pinghu, light and stable, and always soft.

"You really are... Millicent." Linde used Millicent's name as an adjective, he shook his head and laughed, "I never asked you to return it."

"You are so beautiful, Lind, just like the patron saint I imagined." Millicent murmured, "The only thing I can repay you with is my life."

"It shouldn't be about fighting and killing. You still have a good life. If you encounter a danger that even I can't handle, all you have to do is survive. Wait, I take it back. I don't want You believe in me, which is not conducive to a healthy, equal friendship between us."

Lind folded the patched clothes into pieces and placed them next to Millicent. He stood up and said, "You put them on first, I'll wait for you at the door."

Walking out of the side door of the prayer room, you can overlook the scenery of Ebrefield.

The majestic city gate at the root of the holy tree is the last line of defense to defend the god Michaela. There are all kinds of powerful warriors, terrifying monsters, and many faded ones who have lost a layer of skin here. However, with such a strong defense, the result was just like the Maginot Line, which failed to defend the divine person Michaela, allowing the evil thieves to kidnap her and sleep with her all day long.

If Lynd hadn't changed the history of the Junction, Millicent would have died here.

She went through hardships and dangers just to find traces of the god Malenia. Malenia was at the bottom of the sacred tree, waiting for Mikaela's return.

It's just that Millicent failed to meet her in person after all, and fell on the last journey.

The morning light passed through the cold clouds and fell into this quasi-Gothic city. The intricately carved walls everywhere tell the hard work of the city builders. It seems that the ubiquitous vines are like ivy, climbing on the outer walls of the buildings and the towers, carving the historical years together with the dust and fallen leaves. The brave and determined men patrolled tirelessly, their armors shining with a desolate cold light, illuminating this ownerless and sad city.

The steps behind her gradually came to a halt beside her shoulders. Millicent breathed softly and exhaled slowly, like a city girl who had just woken up and was about to warm up for a jog.

"This place is very beautiful. I recently planted a silver tree and a floating city, but my city is probably not as glorious and sacred as Rodel here. It is like Barcelona, ​​composed of independent communities one after another A modern enclave."

"I must go and have a look." Millicent looked at the scarlet corruption that could be seen everywhere in Abrefield, and she still shudders at this disease that affects the bones. "It looks beautiful here, but it is corrupt and parasitic. No. A suitable place to stay. Linde, my spiritual journey is coming to an end, and the end is not far away."

"What you are looking for is Marlenia. What is her relationship with you?"

"I don't know, but there must be a blood relationship. Is it a parent-child, a sister, or a clone? I don't know. When I kept meditating, the power of the holy sea illuminated the faint feeling in my heart, making me clear destination and direction.

She hugged her arms tightly and narrated in a low voice, "I have always had a mission. I want to find Malenia and return her will that was left behind on the Galede battlefield. In the past, she faced the scarlet corruption The whispers, the self-esteem that a human being fights against, and the commandments that are broken at all costs in order to compete with 'Shatterstar' Latarn, these are all deep in my heart, so bright, calling me to find their owner, Marlene Ya.”

Linde stared sideways at the red-haired swordsman. She had tied up her loose hair, and a neat ponytail revealed her fair and thin face.She is obviously not good at haircut, with many messy strands hanging down her forehead.In the clear sky, her eyes were like pure topaz.

"This is your fight, Millicent, fight it, unleash your potential, gather your holy sea. Do not fear death, for I will bring you back from death, again and again. I will wait in a safe place You, until the end, face Marlenia together. She and I also have something to say."

Millicent walked towards the enemy group with the Seychelle sword in her hand, without saying goodbye to him.