From the time travel, I became extraordinary

“Ahhhhh, get out, get out now…”

Jiang Yao's palm fell on the hilt of the sword. Just as he grasped it, that inexplicable thought appeared in his mind again.

Transmitting sound through thoughts is not the same as speaking.

I have just said that silence means consent, which means that the sword is tacitly agreeing to let me be its master.

At this moment, Jiang Yao seemed not to sense the message conveyed by that thought.

Because in his opinion, this is a manifestation of hypocrisy, just like many women who hug themselves tightly with their hands but still shout "no, no".

When faced with this situation, just do your own thing and ignore it.

After a while, the current "don't, don't" will soon be added with a word and become "don't stop".

Jiang Yao has some experience in this area.

In the entire Wolf Valley, there were only himself and Dracula Quinlan.

This sword broke through the void and landed directly near me. It was obvious that it wanted to follow me, wasn't it?

Gripping the hilt tightly, Jiang Yao took a deep breath. He exerted force and growled, "Get up for me..."

Although his current strength is far inferior to that in his heyday, in terms of pure strength alone, he still far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Because a piece of the boulder was broken off, apart from the hilt, a small section of the sword was exposed outside the stone. The sword seemed to resist being pulled out by Jiang Yao, and the amplitude of the trembling of the sword body was obviously much more violent than before.

But under Jiang Yao's terrifying strength, the sword hidden in the stone was still slowly pulled out bit by bit, exposed in the void outside the stone.

The flickering and eerie blood-red light on the sword suddenly disappeared.

At first glance, it felt like this sword was no ordinary object; the moment it was pulled out of the stone, it lost all its sharpness and became completely dull.

"Congratulations, Lord Blood God. Congratulations, Lord Blood God."

"This sword seems to be somewhat similar to the legendary Sword in the Stone, the sacred weapon of the British Empire."

"Your Majesty, you are so powerful that even this divine sword has come to you voluntarily and fallen into your hands."

"The rotten throne will surely be stained red with blood. My blood is prevalent in the world and is favored by heaven. This is truly the will of heaven."

……

Sadhu, who was standing aside and witnessed the whole scene, smiled widely and quickly stepped forward to congratulate Jiang Yao.

As a native of the British Empire, he had naturally heard the rumors about the Sword in the Stone before.

Although it has been rumored that the sword in the Brecon Beacons National Park in southern Wales is a replica and not the real Sword in the Stone, Sadhu still went there and tried to pull out the sword.

Just now, the sword flashed with an eerie blood-red light, cut through the sky, and landed in front of them. The sword body sank into the boulder, leaving only the hilt exposed. He saw the whole scene with his own eyes.

That hilt was indeed very similar to the hilt of the Sword in the Stone that Sadhu saw in the Brecon Beacons National Park that day.

At the first moment, he associated the sword in front of him with the legendary Sword in the Stone.

Seeing the sword being slowly pulled out and falling into Jiang Yao's hands, Sadhu had no other thoughts and was truly excited from the bottom of his heart.

After all, all his strength comes from Jiang Yao.

The more powerful the opponent is, the more favor he will receive.

Jiang Yao ignored his compliment and always kept his attention on the sword in his hand.

The sword had lost all its light and had fallen silent. The entire blade looked like it was carved out of some unknown stone.

Holding the sword, he turned it over and over, examining it carefully several times.

I tried to communicate with the spirit in the sword several times, but there was no response.

The idea that had appeared in his mind several times before seemed like some kind of auditory or visual hallucination, and he could no longer detect any trace of its existence.

Frowning, Jiang Yao thought for a while, then he picked up the sword and chopped it hard on the stone in front of him.

There was a muffled sound of 'puff...'.

The sword was intact, and the large rock in front of it was also intact.

"There is a saying that goes, 'Sacred artifacts defile themselves.'"

"When it fell, it cut the stone like cutting tofu. With a clang, the entire sword body sank into the stone, leaving only the hilt exposed."

"After I pulled it out, it was like a stone sword. It couldn't even cut a stone."

"What the hell does this mean? You look down on me, don't you?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Jiang Yao looked unhappy and couldn't help but started cursing.

The werewolves reported by Sadu, who were suspected to have been poisoned and luckily survived, have been temporarily put aside by him.

After studying the sword for a long time, he still had no results. He raised his head and looked at Sadhu: "What is the story behind the Sword in the Stone, the sacred weapon of your Empire, that you just mentioned? Can you tell me about it?"

These words fell into Sadhu's ears, and he was slightly stunned.

Soon, he realized: "Lord Blood God, the Sword in the Stone that I mentioned first appeared more than 1,500 years ago, on a Christmas Eve."

"In a certain church, when people looked up after confessing, they suddenly saw a sword stuck in a square stone."

"There are rows of golden characters on the stone. They are clearly a type of writing that has never been seen before. However, even illiterate people can instantly understand the meaning of those characters when they see them for the first time."

"Whoever can pull the sword out of the stone platform will be the king of the whole territory. Unfortunately, all the people present at the time saw the golden words and knew the meaning contained in them, but no one could pull the sword out of the stone."

"Until after the New Year, a guy named Arthur..."

Having just said this, before Sadhu could finish his words, Jiang Yao interrupted him: "Okay, just ask casually, that's enough."

"One or two thousand years ago, you Western countries were still eating raw meat and drinking blood. You couldn't even grow food properly. How could you have any smelting skills?"

"This sword in the stone must have come from our East. I don't know why it fell into your hands. So don't brag about it in front of me."

……

Jiang Yao curled his lips, his face full of disdain.

Judging from the rumors that Sadhu just mentioned, he was actually already speculating whether this sword in the stone came from a foreign land.

However, he had no interest in explaining to Sadhu, so he just said a few perfunctory words, saying that the sword originated from the East.

He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand again. Then he tried to mobilize the energy and blood in his body, and began to pour it into the sword little by little.

"The supreme power of the Blood God?" "Yes, absolutely. The power of the Blood God is unique in heaven and earth."

"The wave of power that awakened me from my endless sleep really came from you."

"This generation's inheritor of the Supreme Blood Nerve is weak. You are really weak..."

The sword, which had been silent and dim for a long time, finally reacted again at this moment.

Although he is unable to use his innate true Qi, the Qi and blood power built on the supreme blood nerves is still extremely strange and has incredible corrosive power.

The sword body, which originally looked like stone, was eroded by the faint blood light, and the stone skin broke into pieces and began to fall off piece by piece.

Without the stone skin covering it, the real sword body was as red as blood, and a strange blood light was constantly flowing on the blade.

Another thought came into Jiang Yao's mind.

The spirit in the sword, which had been submerged, revived once again, and its voice seemed to contain a hint of excitement, but also a hint of disappointment.

"It's not that I'm weak, it's that this world simply can't contain my strength, so I have no choice but to seal myself."

"You know the Supreme Blood Nerve. Are you from the Shenwu World?"

"Tell me, what is your origin?"

There was an obvious hint of caution on his face. Jiang Yao looked at the sword in his hand and responded in a deep voice.

Within his body, his extremely pure energy and blood were still being poured into the sword bit by bit.

Under the erosion of this force, most of the stone skin covering the sword has fallen off, and even the originally ordinary hilt has begun to ripple with blood.

A few extremely simple blood-colored symbols slowly appeared on the hilt of the sword.

"Supreme Blood Demon Sword? Is that your name?"

"A Supreme Blood Nerve and a Supreme Blood Demon Sword, what is the connection between the two?" The moment Jiang Yao saw those symbols, he understood the information they contained.

There was obvious surprise on his face, but after he realized what was happening, he quickly opened his mouth and asked.

"Supreme, represents the Supreme."

"Whether it's inheritance or divine weapon, existence at this level is born and raised naturally, and is unique."

"The Supreme Blood Demon Sword and the Supreme Blood Nerve are complementary to each other and can be considered as their companion artifacts. What do you think is the relationship between the two?"

"If it wasn't for this reason, when I sensed the Blood God's power emerging and awakened me from my deep sleep, how could I have consumed the strength I had accumulated over the years and flown through the air to this place?"

"The world's restrictions force you to seal yourself?"

“No wonder, that blood god power was fleeting. Seeing you so weak, I can’t even connect you with the owner of that power.”

With a soft sigh, the spirit in the sword seemed to be recalling the past. With a bit of loss, it transmitted again: "The previous owner was surrounded and killed by the nine most powerful men in the world."

"In that battle, the sky collapsed and the earth split, the void shattered, and after killing five people in a row, the master was outnumbered and eventually died."

"As a supreme divine weapon, I was also severely damaged in that battle and drifted into the turbulent void."

"Time has no meaning to me who has been in a deep sleep. I can't even remember how many years have passed since that battle."

"I only remember that when my intelligence was damaged and had not yet recovered and I was still a little confused, there was a silly golden-haired alien boy who seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with me, allowing him to use blood sacrifice to exchange a little power from me."

"It is because of the large amount of sacrifices he offered that my spiritual intelligence has been restored to its current level."

"It's a pity that people are greedy. I am willing to give a little power to a mere alien, which is already a great blessing for him. But he is still not satisfied and wants to truly control me."

"I have no choice but to give him death."

"Since the death of that golden-haired alien kid, I have basically been in a deep sleep until I woke up again this time."

……

As people get older, they always like to reminisce about their past glory.

The spirit in the sword, although not human, seems to have similar problems.

Although it and Jiang Yao only communicated with each other through thoughts, most of the time, it was he who was talking and Jiang Yao who was listening.

Such an action left Sadhu standing next to him completely confused.

Seeing Jiang Yao standing there stupidly with the sword in his hand, he thought that he had said something wrong and that Jiang Yao was dissatisfied with him.

With a look of panic on his face, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground: "Lord Blood God, I was wrong..."

Although he himself didn't know where he was wrong, he felt that Jiang Yao's ignoring him was a manifestation of dissatisfaction with him.

While admitting his mistake and apologizing, he gritted his teeth and slapped himself hard.

"Get up, Sadhu!"

"You did nothing wrong. There's no need to be like this!" The crisp sound of slaps interrupted the communication between Jiang Yao and the sword spirit, causing him to turn his gaze to Sadhu.

With a frown on his face, he raised his hand and gave an order to Sadhu.

Sadhu, whose face was full of panic, finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. He had just stood up from the ground, and at Jiang Yao's signal, he obediently stepped aside.

Being in such an environment in the real world, even Jiang Yao, who is only at the innate grandmaster level, has to build up his own strength in order to move freely here.

The Blood Demon Sword is essentially a supreme divine weapon. After all these years, the damage caused by that shocking war has not recovered much, except for its intelligence, which has recovered a little.

The remaining power of the Supreme Blood Demon Sutra in this state was very limited. By the time it broke through the air and flew to Wolf Valley, it had already consumed most of the power it had accumulated over the years.

Jiang Yao, who originally wanted to try out the power of this sword, gave up the idea without giving it much thought after hearing this fact.

"Master, enough killing and enough blood can slowly restore my damaged power."

"But this world has too many restrictions. It is extremely difficult for me to recover to my innate level. I need to break the limits of the world."

"For the time being, you are not going back, and I have little use for my skills here."

"In that case, I will continue to sleep. When you return to the Shenwu World, you can wake me up directly!"

After knowing that Jiang Yao was the inheritor of this generation's supreme blood nerve, the Blood Demon Sword recognized him as its master and there were no longer any obstacles.

After exchanging thoughts with each other for a while, the sword spirit left a word and finally fell silent again.

The storage space couldn't hold the Blood Demon Sword, which was several meters long. Jiang Yao put the sword on his shoulder and waved at Sadhu: "Come on, take me to see those wolf cubs!" (End of this chapter)