My bloodline is so eager to improve.

His breath began to automatically follow the path of the Starry Breathing Technique, swaying gently and perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the stars.

A faint starlight began to appear on the surface of his body, flickering with his breath, as if he were draped in the entire starry sky.

Otto quickly grasped the key points.

But at that moment, Helarek's lips curled up slightly.

Seeing that Otto had already entered, he immediately gestured for Otto to look up.

It was already midnight.

The moment Otto looked up at the sky, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

With each breath, he seemed to feel the rhythm of the stars.

The night sky is dotted with stars, each one emitting a faint light.

But in Otto's perception, those lights were no longer unfamiliar. He could feel the aura contained in the starlight, aura that rose and fell with his breath, as if resonating with him.

The stars are breathing!

Otto was quite surprised that his aura had instantly synchronized with the light emitted by those stars.

He took a deep breath, and the magic emanating from the stars flowed into his body with his breath, circulating through his meridians, and then gathering into a tiny point of light above the pale furnace deep within his soul.

The point of light was constantly compressing and purifying these strange auras, then merging them into his soul.

Otto could sense a subtle change taking place in his soul; a strange aura was gradually being mixed into his originally pure spiritual power.

Although that aura was faint, it made his spiritual power more profound and vast, as if it contained the power of the entire starry sky.

"That is the wonder of this breathing technique."

Herald's voice rang out from the side.

"The complete Starry Breathing Technique must be incredibly powerful; it's probably a collection of some ancient Qi Sect."

But all I have now are fragments, which should be enough for you.

Herarek thus taught Otto his own breathing technique little by little.

He not only taught the breathing technique, but also shared all his insights and experiences from years of practice.

He told Otto that the Star Breathing Technique is not just a breathing exercise, but also a way of understanding the laws of nature.

Every star has its own orbit, and every breath has its own rules. Only by truly understanding these rules can one unleash the full power of the Star Breathing Technique.

Otto absorbed this knowledge with great eagerness.

He could sense that what Herarek was teaching him was not just a breathing technique, but the lifelong combat experience of a seasoned warrior.

These things are more precious than the breathing techniques themselves.

Over the next two days, Otto spent almost all his time practicing the Star Breathing Technique, except for meals and short rests.

His progress was rapid. By the evening of the next day, he was already able to skillfully perform the shallow-water dance. Although he was still far from reaching the level of Herald, it was quite remarkable for a beginner.

Time flew by, and midnight soon passed.

It is now the morning of January 6th.

When the two emerged from the magic circle, they found that Una and Maeve were already waiting for them there.

Helarek's master was Maeve, so she could naturally sense the changes in Helarek's condition.

"Has the transmission of the breathing technique been completed?"

Maeve stepped forward and asked curiously.

Hearing this, Helarek simply nodded.

Yes, it's done.

Whether he can master it is up to him.

Herarek felt completely relaxed.

He immediately looked at Otto and expressed his wish.

"I have a handwritten letter. Please send it to the headquarters of the Order, which is the Hall of War. Please address it to Lady Caroline Somerfield."

Maeve was somewhat puzzled by these words.

Although she knew that the paladin had his own unresolved obsessions, she did not expect it to be just a letter.

Maeve muttered sullenly.

"Is it just a letter? If you had told me sooner, I could have helped."

But Helarek vehemently refuted his statement.

“I cannot trust you, necromancer.”

You are blind to evil and only care about your own interests.

I cannot easily entrust this important task to you.

It should be noted that Maeve was partly responsible for Herald's death to some extent.

It's perfectly normal for Helarek to distrust Maeve.

At this point, Herald immediately looked at Otto.

"A warrior's sword can speak."

Herald's gaze was earnest and respectful.

"In the clash of swords, I felt your will."

I believe you can accomplish this task well.

The followers of the god of war only worship the weapons in their hands; only adversaries who have fought and understood each other in battle are worthy of their trust.

For this reason, Helarek entrusted the important task to Otto.

After saying that, he immediately suppressed the curse within his body and, taking advantage of the moment before the black and red flames around him covered his entire body, quickly wrote a letter and handed it to Otto.

The letter was on yellowed parchment, with neat and strong handwriting, and the envelope was sealed with the War Cult's wax seal.

Only then did Helarek breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished the last major event of his life.

But looking at the letter in his hand, Otto suggested to Helarek that he could use the Soul-Stirring Flame to help him purify the curse.

In fact, Otto was able to withstand most of the attacks from Helarek by using the Mark of Burning Scales and the Purifying Soul Seed.

The Purifying Soul Flame is the foundation of the Burning Scale Seal, and Otto can use it at any time.

If Herarek is willing, he can help the paladin break free from the curse of the black and red flames.

Upon hearing about Otto's wondrous purification properties, Herarek shook his head and declined the offer.

"This is the cause of my death."

Herald's tone was very calm.

"I cannot escape my death, so let it accompany me for the rest of my life after death."

Young man, don't waste your fire.

Herarek could sense the strangeness of Otto's flames and believed that these flames deserved a more suitable stage than being used to purify a fallen paladin.

After fulfilling his wish, Herarek immediately signed a formal necromancer contract with Maeve, becoming one of her subordinates.

After doing this, Maeve simply asked Una and Otto to wait outside the forest for a moment while she carried out the containment of Herarek.

Otto didn't know how the other party would take in this big guy, but since it was Maeve, there must be a way.

He and Wu Na arrived outside the forest first.

Taking advantage of this break, Una handed over the artifact she had created to Otto.

"Take it, this is the item you ordered."

After saying that, Wu Na immediately took out a long box from her pocket.

The long box was made of a dark purple wood, with exquisite patterns carved on its surface. The lock was made of brass, and it had oxidized and turned black.

Otto opened the long box and found a longsword inside that emitted a ghostly blue light.

The longsword had a slender blade with smooth lines, and a faint blue light flowed along its edge, as if a starry sky had been frozen into steel.

The hilt was wrapped in some kind of black leather, which felt warm to the touch. A deep blue gemstone was set in the guard, and something seemed to be slowly flowing inside the gemstone.

Una looked at the longsword and said solemnly.

"This is an alchemical weapon forged from the remains of the body that is the embodiment of the Blue Depression."

You can call it the Soul-Snatching Sword.

Chapter 261 The Soul-Capturing Sword and the Amber Stone (8K)

As Una announced this, Otto narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully examining every detail of the sword.

This sword was completely different from the black sword he had used before; it exuded a sense of lightness, and Otto needed to get a feel for it.

"Hey, hey, hey, have you seen enough?"

Wu Na, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She waved her petite arms, stood on tiptoe, and swayed back and forth in front of Otto, chattering like a lark that couldn't stop.

This petite alchemist is more like a child who hasn't grown up most of the time.

"You rascal, once you get a new weapon, you only care about looking at it yourself, without even asking how hard the people who made it worked!"

Wu Na stood with her hands on her hips, puffed out her cheeks, and wore a smug expression.

"This Soul-Capturing Sword I forged for you has three special properties!"

As Una spoke, Otto withdrew his gaze, looked down at the alchemist beside him who was barely up to his chest, and unconsciously smiled slightly.

He had known Una for some time and knew that although the girl was petite and cute, her talent in the field of alchemy was terrifying.

"Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Una. Please speak."

Otto held his sword horizontally in front of him, adopting a posture of listening attentively.

Una nodded in satisfaction, cleared her throat, and began to introduce the details as if she knew them by heart.

"Firstly, there's the first characteristic: when you use the Soul-Slaying Sword to slash at an enemy, if you successfully wound them, the wound will not heal as long as you are no more than ten meters away from them."

As she said this, the smug look on her face became even more pronounced.

"How about that? Isn't that amazing?"

This is a kind of natural curse, and it doesn't require you to expend any magic to maintain it; it's a characteristic inherent to the sword itself.

Upon hearing this, Otto's fingers tightened slightly on the sword hilt, and his mind involuntarily conjured up his encounter with the incarnation of Melancholy Blue.

When the primordial demon attacked him, Otto felt an overwhelming sadness wash over him like a tidal wave, as if all the joy in the world had been instantly taken away, leaving only boundless despair and emptiness.

His will was as fragile as thin ice in the face of such pure negative emotions, almost to the point of being completely swallowed up.

Even more fatally, the wounds inflicted on his body by the demon were also infected by the power of depression, causing blood to gush out continuously, yet they could not heal no matter what he did.

If Tessa hadn't been there, he probably would have died from blood loss long ago.

Otto still vividly remembers the despair of watching his life slip away bit by bit from his body, and being powerless to stop it.

"Is this a representation of some of the characteristics of Melancholy Blue?"

Otto hadn't expected that this girl could leave some of the original demon's characteristics in the sword.

It should be understood that the power of the primordial demons is that of beings at the highest level of the abyss. Ordinary alchemists probably cannot even touch their fur, let alone solidify them into an alchemical weapon.

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

Wu Na proudly raised her chin, put her hands on her hips, and looked like she was invincible.

"I am the most talented alchemist of this century!"

This little problem is no challenge for me.

She paused, seemingly realizing that what she said might be inappropriate, and added.

"Of course, it also depends on the materials you provided."