Chapter 96: Secret, Part 2

“So, there were seven of them? Does that mean these seven weapon s can be fused into one?”

Dean felt shocked in his heart at this unexpected news, but his face still maintained a cold and indifferent expression.

Although such disguise was useless now.

Such a habit, however, was a good one for anyone.

“Yes… Once these seven weapons are fused into one, even an ordinary person holding it would have the strength to eliminate a Gold-rank Expert!”

When mentioning eliminating Gold-rank Experts, a hint of fanaticism flashed in the eyes of this Thief.

Obviously, the pursuit of strength was unavoidable for anyone, especially for those walking in dark corners, who understood the importance of strength even better.

“Eliminating Gold-rank Experts… Is this rumor or fact?”

Dean also understood the importance of strength, but he remained calm as expected.

“It is a fact… The records in Lamoz’s Ancestor’s memoirs explicitly stated that a powerful warrior held that final special weapon and easily eliminated more than twenty Gold-rank Experts!”

The words of this Thief were very definite.

“Was it the final battle between the Conqueror King and the ‘Empress’?”

Dean paused for a moment and asked.

If the Conqueror King was the king worthy of all of Goedz, then the other king was equally deserving of admiration from all of Goedz.

The Empress—Ailu!

Commanding the Knight Order that was invincible across all of Goedz, she carved a bloody path through the layered encirclement and suppression of the Goth Empire, leaving a glimmer of hope for Emerald.

Without the appearance of the ‘Empress’ Ailu, Emerald would have long been destroyed by Goth, like countless other Kingdoms.

Just as her appearance was sudden, her disappearance was also sudden after battling the Conqueror King several times.

However, she brought hope to all of Emerald—at least, the Conqueror King acknowledged the independence of the Emerald Principality at that time.

Simply put, without the Empress, there would be no Emerald today.

Of course, not only the legends of the Conqueror King and the Empress emerged from the battlefield that swept across Goedz; there were many other figures sung about by later generations.

The King of Swords, the Emperor of Titans, the Great Sage, the Hermit, the Wind of the Morning Sun, etc., were all figures who made Goedz boil with excitement.

Among them, surprisingly, most of the legendary figures stood on the side of the Empress—later generations believed that the Empress’s charm had subdued these heroes, while others said that the Empress had a close relationship with one of them.

After all, it was well known that the Wind of the Morning Sun and the Emperor of Titans were friends, the King of Swords and the Great Sage were friends, and the Wind of the Morning Sun and the King of Swords were master and disciple.

As for the Hermit?

This was the least recorded legend among all legends; the records about him totaled less than a few dozen words—

A black trench coat covered his face, with a hood obscuring his features, and threads like fate were held in his hand. He did not need to weave them, only to simply guide them.

Slaughter and redemption were decided by him.

And you could not escape.

The Hermit received such high praise naturally not without reason. In the final battle between the Empress and the Conqueror King, it was this Hermit who injured the Conqueror King, forcing him to compromise at the last moment; moreover, some scholars believed that the Conqueror King’s subsequent failure to conquer White Night was also due to this injury.

And this injury was the only recorded injury the Conqueror King had ever received.

Having deeply felt how hard the Conqueror King’s corpse was, Dean naturally did not doubt the strength of the legendary Hermit, nor did he doubt the strength of the Conqueror King himself.

And he was even more certain that only on such a battlefield would Gold-rank Experts die in batches.

After all, the Conqueror King was already above Gold-rank, so that Hermit should be the same.

As for the remaining figures, obviously they were also like this.

It was only when Gold-rank Experts were no longer the highest-tier combat power that deaths occurred in batches—highest-tier powerhouses did not easily die, not only because of their strength, but more often because their role was Intimidation rather than fighting on the Battlefield.

“Yes, it was that battle—the warrior slaughtered a large number of Gold-rank Experts. If the King of Swords had not intervened, he would have been the decisive key to that battle…”

As he spoke these last words, a touch of gloom appeared on the face of this Thief.

Obviously, his worship of the strong made him naturally lean towards the side of the Conqueror King.

And Dean naturally stood on the side of Emerald—just because of his relationship with that Grand Duchess, Dean could not place himself on the side of the Conqueror King.

So, Dean sneered—

“Decisive key? The premise is that he was not confused by the weapon in his hand!”

Since the [Demon Blood Dagger] had a special judgment of [Devil’s Will], after the seven [Demon Blood Daggers] were fused, such a special judgment would naturally still exist.

Dean would not believe the claim that the power would increase greatly without side effects.

The power would increase greatly, and the side effects would also become greater.

This was the credible logic—Even now, the [Devil’s Will] within the [Demon Blood Dagger] was increasing after every three [Flesh Absorption]. Even relying on guesswork, Dean could imagine how difficult the judgment of [Devil’s Will] would be after the fusion of seven [Demon Blood Daggers].

Perhaps the first few times, he could pass smoothly relying on strong Will, but what about afterwards?

If the judgment failed three times, offering the Soul to the Devil was no joke—in fact, even the single [Demon Blood Dagger] in Dean’s hand had such side effects.

“Regiment Commander Dean Ken, you have obtained more information than I imagined, but… this is also expected!”

The captive looked at his severed finger and his injuries, indicating that this was within reasonable expectations.

“Were the seven fused daggers severed by the King of Swords?”

Dean ignored the hidden sarcasm and continued to ask.

“No, no, it was severed by that legendary Hermit—but even that mysterious Hermit could not completely destroy this weapon… Look, this is its greatness!”

The yearning for strength always made this Thief become fanatic.

“Do you know the whereabouts of the remaining daggers?”

Dean glanced at the man’s fanaticism and asked with a cold face.

“I don’t know, but Lamoz should know, after all, he has researched it for thirty years!”

The answer of this Thief was very definite.

But Dean’s heart sank—

For ordinary people, thirty years was almost half a life, and even for a Knight, it was nearly one-third of their lifespan. The fact that the bandit leader of Tier Territory stayed firmly within Tier Territory during such research was enough to illustrate certain things.

First, the other party did not know the whereabouts of the other daggers.

Second, the other party knew the whereabouts of the other daggers, but with his strength, he could not obtain them, so only the one in Tier Territory was the easiest to get.

Neither of these was good news for Dean.

Dean had never hidden his desire to obtain the complete version of the [Demon Blood Dagger].

After all, for Dean, items that could increase Strength were good things, as long as the price was not beyond his bottom line.

Dean, once known as the Hagaslo Lone Wolf, had done exactly that.

And now, Dean, the Ferrchelen Knight Order Regiment Commander, was not reluctant to do so at certain times.

Of course, recalling the result of the previous life where the [Demon Blood Dagger] was ‘purified’ by the Divine Church’s priest, Dean had prepared himself to return empty-handed.

If, according to the captive’s words, even the legendary Hermit had not destroyed the [Demon Blood Dagger], then it was even more impossible for the Divine Church’s priest.

Thinking deeper, some clues seemed to begin to emerge.

For example: the shocked look of that Divine Church priest back then.

At that time, Dean had seen it and assumed the other party was shocked by the actions of that Tax Officer. But now thinking about it, given the other party’s status, it seemed inappropriate for him to be shocked by the behavior of a local Lord. No matter how absurd the Lord’s behavior was, he should have remained calm.

After all, the other party had likely seen even more absurd things.

Undoubtedly, the other party was surprised by the appearance of the [Demon Blood Dagger].

And there was only one possibility for such surprise—

The other party knew the origin of the [Demon Blood Dagger], or even… the other party had seen or possessed the [Demon Blood Dagger] before.

Competing with the Divine Church?

Obviously, this was not a wise choice for anyone.

However, luckily, when Dean returned to this moment again, the Divine Church had already become an enemy on his list—an enemy that had to be eliminated.

Therefore, Dean naturally did not mind becoming a competitor with the other party.

“Regiment Commander Dean Ken, I have told you everything I know. I hope you will…”

Seeing Dean lost in thought, this Thief began to remind him.

Then, Dean’s Longsword swept directly across his throat.

“You, you…”

This Thief looked at Dean in disbelief, and finally, he fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and became lifeless; obviously, until his death, the other party did not understand why Dean would break his vow.

[XP +20]

A white light sphere merged into Dean’s body. He picked up the Corpse and walked back to the camp—if they did not want to bring a plague or large-scale beast attacks to Tier Territory, the Corpses of the attackers had to be disposed of collectively.

As for swearing by name?

Dean Ken was his name, or rather… it was the name of this body.

The former Dean often used this vow to play tricks and gain the greatest benefits.

And his real name?

Dean would never tell anyone, after all, it concerned his greatest secret.