I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years-Chapter 492 - 493

Cynthia was even more…

Hmm?

Farkas ‘gaze lingered on Cynthia’s face for a few seconds before he suddenly thought of a possibility.

Just…

It was an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Combined with the few people he had met in Lavorsutherland, he was 99% sure that this woman with an extraordinary temperament might be…

So he forced a polite smile and stepped forward.”

“Excuse me, do you know Mr.

Shaya?”

“Eh?”

Cynthia’s expression changed slightly.

“That guy told you?

Or is he…”

” No, no, no.

I just feel that Mr.

Shaya would not miss out on such a charming woman like you…” No, no, no, I didn’t mean to materialize you.

It’s not that you belong to Mr.

Syer, but rather…You, you are very outstanding, and Mr.

Shaya is also very outstanding, so…Ah, no, that’s not what I meant…”

“Little fellow, you’re making things worse.”

Although Cynthia was teasing Farkas verbally, she was actually enjoying it in her heart.

“So, there’s a newcomer?”

A cold voice shot out from the crowd behind Farkas.

It was like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed.

Cynthia’s hair stood on end.

She narrowed her eyes and put out the cigarette in her hand.

A woman’s intuition told her…

He was here.

What the goddess had predicted…

He was here.

Fakas quickly dodged to the side, leaving the venue for the main person who was accompanying him.

A woman in snow-white clothes with a single conch bun slowly walked out barefooted.

Unlike Cynthia, who had clear lines, she was more like a subtle and meaningful ink painting.

Her lines were all hidden under her simple clothes, but her otherworldly temperament was not to be underestimated.

strong liquor meets fragrant tea.

That was probably the case.

Cynthia frowned slightly as if she had thought of something.

She said in realization,”

“You are…Anu?”

“Hmm?”

Anu was stunned.

“How did you know?”

“Ha…”

Cynthia smiled but did not reply.

—A certain week, a certain time…

After that, when Shaya massaged her shoulders, she praised her for her skillful technique.

However, Shaya immediately said,” Compared to Sister Nu’s soul-stirring technique, my technique is as useless as kneading mud.” Then, under her questioning, she found out about this lonely beauty who had been sealed in the Demon Suppressing Formation for thousands of years.

Even when Shaya mentioned her, the emotion in her eyes was like that of a young child who was missing his sister in his hometown.

There was no lust, but it was filled with human kindness and care.

Thinking of this, her hostility towards Ah Nu also lessened quite a bit.

No one could bear any ill feelings towards those who contributed their lives that should have been splendid and colorful to the defense.

The other party did not speak, so Ah Nu inevitably felt a little embarrassed, especially for someone as introverted as her.

Once her overbearing aura hit empty air, she would uncontrollably feel self-reproach, as if she was reflecting on her own domineering.

“..

What about Shaya?

Where is that guy?” She changed the topic.

“Mr.

Shaya is still in the city.”

Ulysses continued,” The city is full of monsters.

He’s helping us save the refugees and telling them to take refuge here.”

“Devil?”

Anu’s gaze immediately sharpened.

As expected of the eye of the ancient Demon Sealing Formation.

She had a deep hatred for this kind of demonic creature and was about to turn around and enter the city.

Cynthia was about to persuade her when a loud shout came from the city gate.

” This is the Sword Saint of the Church of Judgement, Brent, the leader of this place.

Please come and meet me at the city gate.”

Everyone’s expression suddenly became blank.

“Brent?

Who is it?”

Anu’s focus was not on this…

“Sword Saint?”

She paused and looked at the others.

“Are they enemies?”

“Ah, this…”

Everyone continued to be at a loss.

“Yes, sir!”

Cynthia suddenly said.

” Shaya said it was an enemy.

That guy is the current Holy See and the leader of the church’s invasion this time.”

“Holy See?”

Anu widened her eyes.

“Isn’t the Holy See Frederick?

Is that guy that strong?”

“Yes…”

Cynthia relayed the question to Shaya, but she couldn’t hold back her smile.

“..

He said, how could this guy named Brent compare to Frey?

He was just a…

Well…

It’s not a good word…”

“Foolish?”

Anu added.

Cynthia was speechless.

How did you know?”

“That fellow often says that about others…No, can you…

Can you ‘talk?'”

“Is that so…”

Cynthia smiled without saying a word, but her heart was slightly sour.

Hmph, why am I the only one who doesn’t know this word?

On the other side, Anu’s heart was also bursting with jealousy.

Hmph, another little secret!

“Since they are enemies, I will go and experience it.”

She turned around and disappeared.

Her figure was so swift that no one could react.

“Wait a minute…Why is she alone…” Cynthia couldn’t help but ask anxiously.

Although Shaya described Brent as a fool, she still told her some parameters to avoid him.

Cynthia was worried that Anu would get hurt, so she immediately chased after him.

“Yes…

Don’t worry, Miss Cynthia.”

Farkas held back his laughter and stopped her.

‘It would be fine if this Sacred Priest Brent had other methods…If he really is the self-proclaimed Sword Saint, then in front of Teacher Anu…”

Cynthia’s eyebrows knitted together.

“What’s wrong?

Is she very strong?”

“It’s not a matter of whether she’s strong or not…” “She’s the kind of person who makes you feel that you’re not worthy of using a sword…” Farkas smiled bitterly.

Swordsman?

No, she seems to be synonymous with a weapon like a sword.

Yes, that’s right, something like that.”

“What?”

It shocked Cynthia.

“But, but…

That Brent is not only a Swordsman…”

“Ah?”

Farkas was also shocked.

He immediately turned around and ran out.

..

On the other side, Brent, who had no idea what was about to happen, was still carefully observing the elves ‘temporary camp.

He was amazed by the amazing ability of these people to act and observe the situation in the face of disaster.

He also wondered why the Dark Elves would stay in such a remote place for thousands of years if they were so powerful.

Was he crazy?

At the same time, he was still thinking about how much higher the chances of successfully resisting the monsters would be if he could gather this group of people and rush back to the city to help resist the enemy.

Just as he was thinking this, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was very strange…

The human female’s clothes fluttered in the wind, and her figure was thin, as if she could not withstand the wind.

He didn’t even wear shoes?

Brent frowned slightly.

However, when he saw that the other party’s footsteps seemed to be stepping on thin air, his expression immediately turned solemn.

It was true that he was a self-proclaimed Sword Saint, but his obsession with swordsmanship was not much worse than others.

After all, it took him four years to give up the spear and switch from a sword to a sword.

He must have both hard work and talent.

He had read about it in an ancient book from the fifth era.

It was said that there was a movement technique that could leave no traces on the snow.

It was as light as a goose feather…

It was a pity that the ancient book was too difficult to read, and he could not completely understand it.

But even so, the content that he could occasionally understand shocked him.

But why would this person appear in such a place?

“Please state your name.”

he shouted.

“I’m a swordsman, and I’m here to ask for advice.”

Anu replied.

Her feet were still as light as a feather, but her figure was getting closer and closer.

Interesting…

Brent unsheathed his sword and became unprecedentedly solemn.

He put on the most confident stance, narrowed his eyes, and coordinated his spirit to the best.

“Where is your weapon?”

“In my hands.”

“What?”

Before Brent could finish his question, he saw the other party reach out and remove the ornament from his hair.

It seemed to be a small sword.

Something was wrong.

Why did that thing look so familiar?

That was…

Holy Sword Nathir?

Brent’s hostility instantly swelled to the extreme!

“Shameless thief!

The sinner who stole the Holy Sword!”

He shouted angrily.

Ignoring all the rules, he took the opportunity when the other party was unprepared and rushed forward first.

His figure was still as light as a butterfly…

However, this time, the butterfly crashed into the net.

As the hairpin was removed, Anu’s soft hair was spread out under the effect of the aura, fluttering behind her like a black waterfall.

She held her sword with one hand and slowly raised her hand, closing her eyes.

And then-

It was as if the world had stopped, and only this sword was left walking in the world.

The Greater World was like a painting scroll, and the sword was like a pair of scissors that cut the painting scroll in half.

To Brent, this was only a brief moment of absent-mindedness.

The other party then twisted his sword and ” hid ” the sword behind his arm in a strange posture…

What…

Was this a Lupa vaudeville show?

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Was this the end?

How ridiculous…

However, before this thought disappeared, he saw the sword in his hand shatter into pieces…The golden broken needle.

Brent’s pupils trembled!

No, no, no.

This was impossible…

This was absolutely impossible…

This was his greatest secret, and also the sword’s greatest secret…

“Are you even worthy of being called a Sword Saint?”

A Nu’s mockery was not sarcasm, but the most serious and sharp questioning.

Brent’s sword wasn’t a sword, but a magic tool.

The sword was made up of 1,400 enchanted golden flying needles.

According to the different marks on each needle, when they gathered together, the patterns were equivalent to a four-fold enchanted effect, forming an unstoppable sword.

This was undoubtedly a precious treasure from the Court of the Holy Tree.

It was one of the spoils of war that the Church had looted after the human allied army invaded Elfheim.

Therefore, this was not a sword in the strict sense, but a hidden weapon.

Brent had always considered himself a Sword Saint, and it was precisely because of this sword that he had defeated countless enemies.

Those people thought that this was caused by his special sword technique, but they did not know that it was just the advantage of the weapon.

Lies become creeds after a long time.

After wearing a mask for a long time, it became a face.

Brent relied on self-deception to further and further advance his image as a Sword Saint.

His initial so-called ” Sword Heart ” had long disappeared along with his inflated ego.

But now, this thing had shattered.

Along with his sword, his dignity, and his character, it shattered all over the ground and could not be picked up.

“Teacher Anu!”

Farkas ‘cry came from afar and arrived in an instant.

However, after witnessing the tragedy at the scene, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

It was over.

This was another Swordsman who had been killed.

“It’s over.

I used too much force.”

There was no joy on Anu’s face at all.

Instead, she suddenly looked sad.

“It’s bad.

I won’t be able to see that fellow anymore…”

“Ah?”

Before Farkas could understand what he meant, he saw the scattered golden needles around Brent shoot towards him from the corner of his eye.

“Damn it!

You all deserve to die!”

Brent seemed to have gone mad as he waved his hands in the air, as if he was about to pounce.

Farkas struggled to block it, and the ground was filled with curved flying needles, but a small portion of them still flew straight towards Anu.

“Be careful!”

“Be careful!

Shaya said that thing would explode!”

Cynthia arrived late and only had time to shout a reminder.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a bang.

A cloud of smoke exploded around Farkas.

The smoke dispersed, leaving only Farkas stuck like a cactus.

Brent was nowhere to be seen.

“Pfft…”

Cynthia couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shaya said…That thing didn’t deal much damage, but it was extremely insulting…Hahahaha…

Wait, where’s Anu?”

“Teacher Anu has returned to the sword.”

Cactus Farkas wanted to cry, but he still played the role of a tool professionally.

He picked up the Holy Sword that had returned to its normal size from the ground and handed it to Cynthia.

“The owner of the Holy Sword Nathir is Miss Olinshilu.

She has returned to the surface first…Without her charge, the Holy Sword’s natural charge would only be enough for Teacher Anu to perform a full-powered attack once a month.

This is Miss Lothwise’s calculation.

Oh, yes, she also asked me to tell Mr.

Shaya that ‘other vigorous exercises’ might not only not consume energy, but could also be charged, so that he could try it.”

“Is there any special ritual for this human holy sword?”Farkas asked.

“Ah, this…”

Cynthia glanced at Farkas before asking for help.

” Why is this Sir Farkas so naive?”

“You’re filthy, dear.”

“Get lost!

Right, Brent escaped, but the sword was shattered.”

“Then he’s finished.

I can pick up a stone from the ground and throw it at him.”

“Hmph…” So, what should we do next?

Should we really fight our way into the city?”

” Yes, leave this job to Farkas.

He’s here to do this.”

After cutting off the connection, Cynthia looked over.

“Mr.

Farkas.”

“Ah?”

She pointed at Surseth.

“Shaya said that this is your long-cherished wish.”

“Is that so…”

Farkas looked at the city, and his expression slowly became determined.

Even the cactus could not damage this determination.

“Lord Shaya is right.

This is indeed my lifelong wish.”