Chapter 659 Everyone should have a unique weapon!
After Alice, along with the alchemy furnace, was swallowed by Borak, she immediately panicked. She used her consciousness to probe the outside situation and found that the alchemy furnace was enveloped in a green liquid.
Her Eternal Starfire was still burning, but it had no effect.
"Sword Spirit, I've been swallowed by a monstrous creature with the head of a lion and the tail of a serpent, what should I do?"
Alice quickly remembered the Sword Spirit.
She dared not venture out, but she could control her sword!
"Can I control you to go out and attack this creature's stomach?" Alice wasn't foolish. After being swallowed, the green liquid didn't seep into the alchemy furnace, which meant she was temporarily safe.
The Sword Spirit chuckled mischievously, "Really? A monster dared to swallow the master?"
The Sword of Soulbreaker never imagined that one day a monster would be bold enough to swallow it.
What was it thinking?
The Sword Spirit in the scabbard solemnly said, "This monster is already dead!"
Both Sword Spirits shared the same understanding.
Even a high-ranking god-king swallowing the Sword of Soulbreaker would undoubtedly die.
Alice asked, "Are you sure the liquid outside won't corrode you?"
"That huge monster seems very powerful, and if I'm not mistaken, the green liquid outside should be its stomach acid." Alice wasn't sure how strong Borak really was or if he was powerful enough to corrode the Sword of Soulbreaker with his stomach acid.
"Master, you really are joking. What monster's stomach could corrode us?" the Sword Spirit in the blade laughed, "Just let me out, and I assure you I'll carve a way out from inside."
"Little scabbard, keep an eye on things, don't let him spit us out. Also, you're responsible for protecting the master, don't let that green liquid flow into the furnace," the Sword Spirit in the blade immediately devised a strategic plan.
Swallowing the Sword of Soulbreaker might have been easy, but spitting it out again would be difficult.
For a bold Shapeshifter lord to swallow the Sword of Soulbreaker was practically seeking death.
The main issue now was that Alice, the owner of the Sword of Soulbreaker, was too weak. Even with the Sword of Soulbreaker, she might not be able to harm Borak if they were outside.
Once inside Borak's stomach, even if Alice were to unleash just half of her power and randomly direct the Sword of Soulbreaker to stab a few times, it could inflict ten thousand tons of real damage on Borak from the inside.
Having received a positive response from the Sword of Soulbreaker's Sword Spirit, Alice released her control over the Sword of Soulbreaker, allowing it to fly out of the alchemy furnace.
The Sword Spirit in the scabbard stayed by Alice's side, casting a white barrier that enveloped the entire alchemy furnace.
The white light flickered as the Sword of Soulbreaker rampaged within Borak's body, thrusting and piercing wildly, exhilaratingly unstoppable.
Borak, who had just forcibly regained his senses and wanted to tear Loki into pieces, suddenly felt intense pain in his belly.
"A minor Nature Deity is still not dead!" Borak was shocked. Upon scanning his interior, he discovered a divine sword wreaking havoc inside him, his prideful, strong body as frail as paper before the sword.
In mere seconds, Borak's insides were riddled with wounds.
Borak tried to expel the Sword of Soulbreaker but found it completely beyond his control.
The Sword Spirit in the scabbard protected the alchemy furnace, making it impossible for even the mental consciousness of a Supreme Deity level being to detect the situation inside the furnace.
"This sword..." Borak finally sensed real danger.
The Sword of Soulbreaker could be considered the universe's sharpest weapon. Swallowing such an item was tantamount to courting death.
Puff, puff, puff!
The body of a Supreme Deity level being was too fragile before the Sword of Soulbreaker.
In a short moment, Borak, who had just risen again, fell to the ground, blood spurting from his mouth and nose, clearly severely injured.
Such a swift change was unexpected.
Borak's subordinates, thinking he had recovered, were cheering for him. Their cheers had barely begun when Borak collapsed, his massive body covered in wounds.
Loki, sent flying by Borak, buzzing in the head, struggled to stand up. All he saw was William standing in the distance, looking unaffected.
Loki, having lost his sanity, swung the Little Broken Stick at William's forehead.
The Weapon Spirit of the Little Broken Stick was utterly mad. In its view, Alice was the real powerhouse, and that terrifying sword had also been swallowed by Borak. Now, by killing this man and taking control of Loki's body to escape, it would be completely free!
How could an ancient Dark Artifact be intimidated by a mere sword?
Having absorbed much of Borak's blood and the power of his soul, this ancient Dark Artifact had grown stronger!
William stood still, and as Loki swung the stick down, William casually caught the end of the Little Broken Stick, unmoved.
Sigh~
The demonic aura around Loki dissipated, and clarity returned to his eyes.
"Mr. Johnson... I..." Loki trembled, looking at William with terror.
What had he done?
He had actually attempted to strike William with the stick?
Was he seeking death?
"It's okay, just stand aside and watch!" William glanced at Loki and slowly took the Little Broken Stick into his hand.
The Weapon Spirit of the Little Broken Stick was also shocked.
What was happening?
This person had actually grabbed it directly, and the Weapon Spirit had even tried to devour William's soul.
Dark demonic aura spread along the entire stick, but with a gentle tap from William's index finger on the Little Broken Stick, the dark aura instantly vanished without a trace, and the Weapon Spirit was completely sealed.
"It's over! Who exactly is this guy?" The Weapon Spirit of the Little Broken Stick was truly frightened, having thought this man was an easy target to manipulate...
William, paying no mind to the rest, conjured a small carving knife as if by magic.
What was he planning to do?
The Weapon Spirit of the Little Broken Stick was baffled. Did this person intend to use a small carving knife for some bizarre act?
It was an ancient Dark Artifact,what could a small carving knife possibly do to it?
"A script, after all, should match the character's traits,everyone should have a unique weapon!" William said to Loki, "Let's call this stick the Mind Stone Scepter from now on!"
With that, the carving knife touched the Little Broken Stick.
Seemingly ordinary, the small carving knife engraved words on the ancient Dark Artifact.
Mind Stone Scepter!!
Each letter was carefully shaped, and as the final stroke was made, the dark aura of the Little Broken Stick faded, and the once entirely black ancient Dark Artifact began to emit a faint golden glow.
The entire appearance of the stick also changed accordingly.
Just as William finished carving, the Sword of Soulbreaker burst through Borak's belly, and Alice, still hiding in the alchemy furnace, flew out.
Borak lay on the ground, his massive body twitching, half-dead.
Alice had narrowly escaped from Borak's belly, a close call indeed.
Borak's subordinates were all horrified by the scene before them.
Their powerful leader, Borak, had actually fallen, while Loki and the others remained unharmed.
"Let's go! Into the city!" Seeing Alice emerge, William didn't linger. He simply glanced at her and smiled, "You lead the way."
Alice took a deep breath, looking at the fortress ahead. Was that a narrow escape from death?
Without even a moment to catch her breath, she was already facing a new challenge. Who knew what powerful creatures awaited them inside the fortress?
From the recent battle, she could somewhat tell that no matter what powerful enemy they encountered, William was unlikely to lend a hand.
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