Offer blocks to the end times

Chtholly was quite embarrassed. "I didn't look at him with those kinds of thoughts at all."

“I see. I’ll find some books for you to refer to,” Nephren said from the side, then remembered something, “Don’t worry about what will happen in ten days. Nigoran told me about a new plan, and there won’t be any more fairy sacrifices during this time.”

"Really?" the two people next to her exclaimed excitedly. Nephren nodded. "Yes, the plan will be kept secret for now, but you should be joining soon."

"I see," both of them fell into deep thought, and hope and anticipation began to appear on their faces.

As for Senju, after leveling the ground, he began to lay down wooden planks. After finishing, he sat down to rest and listened to the cries of the lolis above. Senju also wanted to go up and take a look.

Just as he was resting against the side, a sudden scream came from above, and then a ball hit him on the head. Before Senju could react, a little girl with green hair fell down from above.

However, instead of hitting Senju like a ball, she fell onto the floor next to him, and Senju seemed to hear a cracking sound.

“Almida,” William called from above, then jumped down, and Senju finally reacted.

"Are you alright?" the two asked worriedly. Almida stood up with a relaxed tone, "Ouch, ouch, ouch, I fell down."

The two people next to him were relieved after hearing the sound, but the next moment, they saw a girl with a face full of blood and a smile on her face, with one arm bent into a strange shape. William was terrified, "Don't move, the wound is very deep."

"It's okay, let's keep playing. We can turn it around in a minute," Almida said, not caring at all. The group above started shouting, "Almida, the ball is over there!"

"Ha," William and Thousand Hands turned their heads in disbelief and found that the little guys above still had their usual smiles. They immediately had the illusion that they were surrounded by strange creatures. However, after looking at each other, they saw the fear in each other's eyes.

They weren't mistaken at all; the two of them grabbed Almida, who was trying to retrieve a ball like a doll. William carefully examined her wounds; the head wound was deep, and one of her arms was broken. "You...aren't you in pain?"

"Yes, but the match is going really well," she said with a genuine smile. However, the blood and cold sweat streaming down her head told the two people next to her that she wasn't insensitive to pain, but rather, like the other children, she didn't take her injury seriously.

“William, let me do it,” Senju said, calming herself down and taking out the milk. “Almida, drink it.”

“Okay,” Almida took the cup, drank the milk, and then ran to retrieve the ball. William, watching Almida's actions, was stunned. “How is that possible?”

"Don't worry, I've already healed her injury. All she needs to do is wash up," Senju said, watching Almida run off to retrieve the ball. William, standing nearby, looked back and forth between the two of them.

"Really?" William hugged Armida and examined her, while the group above him was very dissatisfied. "Hey, William, let go of Armida right now, we still want to play."

William ignored her and wiped the blood from Almida's head. "There really are no wounds left. How did you do that?"

“The magic of food,” Thousand Hands looked at William and took out a glass of milk. “Special milk can heal wounds and remove all kinds of curses and statuses. Whether it’s good or bad, you should try it.”

“Hmm,” William took it and drank it, and then Senju felt that he seemed to have changed a lot. “How is it, William?”

“It’s nothing,” William said, his face still grim. Although he felt he was fully recovered, he was still very concerned about everything here.

"The match is over," William shouted to the lolis above. The group above was very dissatisfied. Then William took Thousand Hands and Almida to Nigoran's side.

Thousand Hands then realized that Nigolan was actually a doctor. After examining Almida for a while, she found that the wound had healed, so she wiped away the blood and let her go out to play, while William and Thousand Hands stayed behind.

Nigolan sat there in silence for a long time before speaking, "It seems like you have something to ask."

“It wasn’t until today that I noticed that those children didn’t care about their own lives, right?” William’s expression was very bad. Although Senju sensed something was wrong, he wasn’t as perceptive as William.

“Yes, there is indeed a tendency in this regard,” Nigolan said, fiddling with the medical records as if she had noticed these phenomena long ago.

“This is not normal. Speaking of which, what are these children?” William suddenly realized that he had been here for several days and still did not know what race these girls were.

"Do you really want to know?" Nigolan asked rhetorically, looking up at the two people standing to the side. "After hearing this, your attitude towards the children will change, and the current relationship probably won't be able to continue."

“As for Senju, I don’t really care,” she then said to William, “but your good young man image these past few days initially disgusted me a little, but I’m still quite satisfied. If possible, I hope to maintain the status quo.”

Chapter 224 The Tragedy of the Holy Sword

“Tell me,” William looked up at Nigolan, and Thousand Hands did the same, “Whatever the truth, I can understand, after all, what I’ve heard…”

“Is that so? That’s good,” Nigolan finally relented. “Those children, strictly speaking, are not alive. Because they are not alive, those children will not be afraid of death. Perhaps they don’t think that way in their hearts, but when they are young, they are easily influenced by their bodies and become indifferent.”

"Sorry, I didn't understand what you said," William said blankly. Not alive? That must be a joke, right? He was so active and dazzling every day.

"Are they Heroic Spirits?" Senju recalled what she had heard before, then denied it, "No, that's impossible. Could they be undead? But they clearly have bodies."

"What does that mean?" Nigoran looked over curiously, while Senju explained with a headache, "Heroic Spirits are famous figures in human history, powerful warriors who are transformed after death to protect humanity. Undead are energy bodies transformed from the souls of the dead."

“If only there were Heroic Spirits,” Nigoran glanced at the Senju, then stood up. “Come with me, I have something to show you.”

The two followed from behind. In the corridor, Nigolan asked William, "You're very familiar with human history, aren't you?"

"Just like an ordinary person."

“That’s just modesty,” Nigolan laughed. “A legendary race that almost completely dominated the surface of the earth five hundred years ago. I heard that they didn’t have the powerful physique of the giants, the exquisite magic of the ancient spirits, the superb craftsmanship of the earth dragons, the terrifying reproductive ability of the pig-headed race, and the comprehensive qualities of dragons. Overall, they were weak creatures.”

“Even so, despite being enemies of almost all other creatures, humanity has long dominated the land,” Nigoran said, then looked at Thousand Hands. “Do you know why?”

“I suppose humans are just that kind of race,” Senju said, listening from the side. He thought that this was normal. “In my world, humans are the strongest. Other races are just legends. I’ve never even seen them.”

“I see,” Nigolan said as she arrived at a solid door. It was a large metal door with five locks, as if to emphasize that this was indeed a secret warehouse.

Nigolan skillfully opened the door and led the two inside. Inside was a downward staircase, filled with a musty and damp smell, looking like a tomb. There were no lights inside, and the three of them walked down by the light in Nigolan's hand.

“You should know about the Seventeen Beasts,” Nigolan suddenly asked. William replied with a self-deprecating laugh, “the thing that foolish humans created five hundred years ago, right?”

“That’s quite a self-deprecating remark,” Nigolan said, walking ahead. “Five hundred years ago, the world on earth and humanity were destroyed by beasts, and even now, the sky is still shrouded in their shadow.”

“So how did we fight those beasts that destroyed powerful humans?” Nigolan stopped in front of a door, the same door as before. “The answer is in here.”

After opening the door, Nigolan turned on the lights inside, and Senju saw many boxes hanging on the wall, some of which contained strange greatswords. Compared to ordinary swords, they were significantly larger in size, and the hilts were also designed to be very long. However, the strangest thing was the blade, which had crack-like patterns on its surface, making Senju feel that it looked somewhat familiar.

"Is it the Holy Sword?" William asked, his voice trembling as he looked at the swords on the wall. He seemed to find the weapons hard to believe.

“Is that what humans used to call it? But now it’s called a Relic Weapon, the only weapon that can fight the Seventeen Beasts,” Nigolan said from the side. “An ancient super weapon whose forging, repair, and manufacturing methods have all been lost. It was created by William, an ancient weak race, to fight against the powerful dragons and star gods.”

“Insania, Ignaleo, Percival,” William seemed to recognize these holy swords, his voice trembling as he uttered their names. “Well, I say, the holy swords are special weapons that humans, and only chosen warriors among them, can wield.”

"Yes, our chamber of commerce has been acquiring these weapons, ranging from a minimum of 200,000 to a maximum of 8 million, and we are still continuously collecting them."

"Nigolan casually changed the subject, but the two people next to her didn't seem to care."

"So, in this era where no humans exist, who exactly is using them to fight?" William seemed to have thought of something, and after listening, Senju also realized the purpose of this facility.

“You’ve already figured it out, haven’t you?” Nigolan stood there, unwilling to reveal the truth, and William’s voice lowered. “Tell me.”

“Sophistry and far-fetched explanations are the foundation of sorcery. Since there are no humans, we can prepare substitutes,” Nigolan first explained the principle of sorcery. “Those children are golden elves, elves who have been imitating humans since ancient times. They can use human weapons like humans, and their bodies are made as expendable items. They are not afraid of death. That is the answer to your question about what those children are.”

“Is that so? Those kids are your current partners?” William looked around and said in a low voice with a somewhat complicated feeling.

"Speaking of which, are these the only three here?" Senju, lacking relevant experience and finding it difficult to empathize, asked Nigolan beside him.

“Of course not,” Nigolan pointed to a pile of swords on the side. “Although we’ve collected a lot, even more of them are damaged. Only five are usable right now.”

"Is that so?" Senju walked over and looked at them. These were similar to those on the wall, but they had many cracks, were all broken and tattered, and some were even broken into several pieces. They were all in a terrible state.

“These were collected in the past, but since the repair techniques have been lost, they can only be left here,” Nigolan said, stroking the hilt of the sword. “They probably can’t be used anymore.”

“I can probably do the repairs,” Thousand Hands said from the side, then looked at William. “Do you know the purpose of these holy swords? My repairs will consume some of the holy swords, and in the end I can only repair a few of them.”

"Really?" Before William could respond, Nigolan ran up to Senju and asked anxiously, then looked at the silent William, "You'll help, right?"

Chapter 225 The Creation of the Holy Sword

“Yes, of course,” William said after a moment of silence, then walked over. “I happen to need a suitable weapon.”

"Could it be that you are?" Nigolan looked at William in disbelief, but William quickly shook his head. "I am not a hero, but someone who aspires to become a proper hero."

"Oh, really?" Nigolan sniffed William, "I just realized that William tastes three times better than before! Why does he taste so good!"

“No, not at all,” William shuddered, pushed Nigolan away, and then hurriedly brought up the previous topic, “To become a hero, you need a suitable background, such as inheriting the blood of a god, being a descendant of a past hero, being born on the night the prophesied star flew away, or having your homeland destroyed by a dragon, having a unique sword skill passed down through generations, or having a powerful demon sealed within your body.”

“Only with these backgrounds can one become a true hero,” William summarized the knowledge he had learned in the past, then shrugged. “Unfortunately, I am just an ordinary person and do not have those backgrounds at all, so I am destined not to become a hero.”

"Oh, I see. What a pity," Nigolan said somewhat dejectedly. After all, it was impossible for a fairy to have such a background. Then she looked at Thousand Hands expectantly.

Thousand Hands quickly shook his head, "I'm very ordinary. I can't even beat a child here."

“That makes sense,” Nigolan finally gave up, then pointed to a pile of broken holy swords, “These ancient weapons are yours to keep. I hope you can repair a few.”

"Well, I'll try my best," Senju said, then put the holy sword into his pack, planning to study it after building the house.

The three then left. After locking the gate, William followed Senju to the area where the house was being built. It was already afternoon, and the little girls who had been active outside were nowhere to be seen.

Senju began building the house on the foundation. He had already prepared everything, and the accumulation would not take much time. A few tens of minutes later, to William's astonishment, Senju finished building the house.

“What incredible magic,” William exclaimed, looking at the house. It was a two-story building, but the first floor seemed to be underground from one side. Then he wondered, “If you know so much magic, why is your body still so weak?”

"Ahem, these are just abilities, not magic. Although I can do many things, even traversing space without any problem, my physical abilities won't improve at all. That's why I'm interested in the magic here that can enhance human abilities." Thousand Hands coughed a few times and led William into the house, beginning to decorate the interior.

They lit torches for lighting, set up a workbench or similar items on one side, and then sat on a table and chairs they had collected in the middle.

After sitting down, William recalled what he had just heard, "When you travel through space, don't you feel uncomfortable? I remember that ordinary people simply cannot withstand the teleportation between continents."

“I didn’t feel anything,” Senju shook his head, then looked at William. “What’s it like being teleported here? Have you experienced it?”

"Well, I gave it a try," William's expression also turned grim, "and the whole person..."

It seemed as if it had been constantly tumbled and rolled; it wouldn't be surprising if it lost one or two arms.

“Oh, that’s really terrible technique,” ​​Senju sighed for a moment, then took out the broken holy sword and placed it on the table. “William, how much do you know about these holy swords?”

“It’s just average, but these holy swords are completely damaged. Not only are the magical energy lines broken, but the amulets are also broken. Even when humans existed in the past, they would have been difficult to repair,” William picked up the holy swords and looked them over, then said to Thousand Hands, “Can you really fix them?”

“Although I don’t understand any magic or anything like that, I think I should be able to fix it with my abilities,” Senju said, holding the broken holy sword and starting to experiment on the anvil to see what items he could repair. William, standing next to him, watched him speechlessly. He didn’t even understand the principles, yet he said it was no problem. Was it really no problem?

After experimenting for a while, Senju discovered that repairing them required enchanted items, and each repair required 30 levels of experience, which made him gasp. "It seems that repairing one is too costly."

"Huh, can it be fixed?" William looked at Senju in surprise. Senju nodded. "Yes, it can, but it consumes a lot of energy, so I recommend another method."

"Is there any other way?" Senju's words were hard for him to believe. After all, in the past, repairing a holy sword required a specialized team and took several years.

“Well, this is basically combining several holy swords into a new holy sword, so it can be considered repaired,” Senju said, looking at William, whose expression was somewhat conflicted. “Of course, since there is a very strong holy sword inside, I can take it out and repair it separately.”

“I see. Well then,” William said, picking through the swords for a while before pulling out three. “You can use the rest as you like; they’re all completely broken anyway.”

"Well, then I won't be polite. It'll be ready soon." Senju picked up the sword and started testing it on the workbench. Perhaps it was due to the different ingredients, but the swords were different, sometimes white and sometimes blue, making it difficult for Senju to choose.

In the end, Senju managed to synthesize four holy swords. Under William's guidance, he saw the names of the swords on the hilts, but unfortunately, Senju didn't recognize them at all. He had to ask William for help before he learned the names of the swords. After that, Senju examined them and learned some of the functions of these holy swords.

Ladimore, if it weren't for the special cracks on it, could be considered an ordinary two-handed greatsword. It looks quite ordinary, but William seems to like it very much. Its function is to cleanse the soul, which can kill enemies without a soul in one hit.

Escani, with serrated edges resembling ripples, appears to be cast in bronze. Its function is to provide holy light and protection, while also increasing speed and damage.

Quel'Ros, a long, emerald-green blade, doesn't seem to have anything to do with swords, but William says there's a similar shape in the Holy Sword, which amplifies damage and heals the user.

Ansakadi, a greatsword taller than an adult, looks powerful but difficult to use. However, it should be fine to use while flying. Its function is to attack rapidly and enhance strength, which doesn't quite match its appearance.

Each holy sword was covered with patterns. When William was experimenting, Thousand Hands also saw that sometimes the sword would emit light and then the sword would grow larger.

In the end, the two chose their favorite swords: William chose Radimor, and Senju chose Escanee.

The two then practiced outside. William began to teach how to use the Holy Sword normally, which even a weak person could use. After learning it, Senju used the sword's enhancement to run around and feel the wind.

After watching for a while, William demonstrated a skill called "Oriole's Praise and Rapid Collapse" to Senju. He seemed to teleport, flashing around everywhere, which made Senju very envious.