The surrounding lights cast a pure dark shadow inside, like a surging dark tide, which made Kasia's heart palpitate. The action paused for a moment, the stone coffin lid was not heavy, but the sound of friction echoing through the space seemed to be a signal to awaken something unseen.

The gaze of those dragon bones became more condensed, and Kasia believed that as long as there was enough energy here, it was predictable that they would all wake up on their own initiative. Sweat oozed from his forehead, but he didn't know how many times he thought about it. I don't know if Grote has such a hobby, why he has to choose someone else's cemetery to put something when he hides something. Knowing that this might be his last hand, Grote hadn't said anything about it in his dreams.

According to Kasia's understanding at the time, all he needed to do was to find the location, then take a moment to find the entrance, and after successfully passing through the labyrinthine network of caves, the second-generation holy sword was quietly inserted into the ground, waiting for him to pull it out, and finally he slowly took it back to Manoma.

It's just that the reality is too different, and Kasia should have thought that how could the things that could be involved with the first generation of knight kings be as smooth as she imagined.

With a bang, the lid of the coffin was pushed to the ground by Kasia, and the sound of smashing vibrated with a smashing sound, and the slightly bulging blood vessels on Kasia's forehead also jumped. He turned on the flashlight, and the huge coffin didn't contain as much as he thought.

There were no funerary goods to decorate, not even a single piece of jewelry. It may also be appropriate to say that it is empty, as the contents are indeed less important than the whole large, physical coffin.

A skeleton lying in it, much taller than ordinary people, about two and a half meters, Kasia subconsciously thought of Selmer. The color is grayish-black, and each one is particularly stout, even if there is a factor in body size, but in Kasia's eyes, it also looks abnormal.

There were a lot of fine black particles on the dry bones, which should have been caused by the gradual decay and cracking of the armor he wore during his lifetime under the erosion of time. A necklace fell over the ribs of the withered bone's chest, and the only ornament remained, a white thread wearing two thumb-sized animal teeth. Maybe there's some breath left on it, like those dragon bones. It's just that after all, it's a dead thing, and for so long, Kasia hasn't felt any breath from the two beast teeth.

When I picked up the necklace, I could see that the animal teeth were hollowed out, like a lampshade, and in the hollowed out, they were filled with crystal amber. One of the fang-filled amber has been shattered, while the remaining one is relatively intact. In the amber, a dark red crystal the size of a fingertip froze.

It is a translucent object that glows a hazy red glow in the light.

"The last few stone paintings, the three crystals obtained through the sacrifice?" Cassia recalled, not much different in shape and stored in the sarcophagus, "then this dry bone is the one who swallowed one crystal on the stone painting." ”

"The other crystal was taken by Grote?" Cassia looked carefully at the dark red crystal in the middle of the amber, and her perception was amplified a lot. This kind of sparkling amber is not an ordinary thing, and through them, Kasia only has a visual feeling for this crystal.

On the edge of the dry bones, an ordinary-looking long sword lay there, not much different from the forged steel sword he usually used for training, the only difference might be in the material. Although it was an unusually dull silver color overall, it was clearly not steel, it was another material he had not touched.

"This is the second generation of holy swords?" Cassia put the necklace in his trouser pocket, walked to the other side of the sarcophagus, and gently picked up the holy sword. Very heavy, this is his intuitive feeling, an ordinary forged steel sword only weighs twenty or thirty catties, but the weight of this second-generation holy sword is estimated to catch up with his own weight, close to half a ton.

As the sacred equipment of the empire, Kasia originally thought that whether it was the first generation, the second generation, or the holy sword itself, it would be the ultimate form of pneumatic weapons, but on the second-generation holy sword in his hand, Kasia did not see a trace of pneumatic weapons.

Aside from its weight and material, the second-generation holy sword was almost no different from an ordinary forged steel sword, and it didn't even come with a little bit of divine aura.

"Is it because it hasn't been liberated?"

From many aspects, I know some information about the Imperial Holy Spear Holy Sword, as the ultimate cold weapon, the body and its imitation have great power, just like the airship, the power level faced is often a fully configured army. It seems that there are also prerequisites for using them, just like if you want to be proficient in the use of pneumatic weapons, you not only need your own status level, but also meet the corresponding standards in the surgical stage. At least Kasia knew that pneumatic weapons were linked to the surgical development of heat resistance to the arm.

"Maybe the same is true of the second-generation holy sword, if you want him to play a role in his hands, his own standards and matching knowledge are indispensable. ”

Gently stroking the blade of the sword, a cold sensation came from his fingertips. The blade shone with a cold light, as if it could cut through the gaze that looked at the past. Kasia tilted his head, thought about it, and raised the second-generation holy sword a little clumsily, and slashed it at the sarcophagus.

There was only a "snort", and the sword body cut through the air and the sarcophagus, without friction and sparkling, it directly carved out a smooth gap, and half of the sword body was completely sunk under the hard ground. If it weren't for Kasia's exertion halfway, the entire blade would have sunk into the ground, leaving only the hilt behind.

"Boom!" With this sword, there was a "buzzing" sound in Kasia's ears. The air instantly became viscous, almost solidified, and a huge weight appeared out of thin air and pressed down on his body. All the intact dragon bones around them are not fully conscious now, but the destruction of the sarcophagus still touched them.

His gaze converged into a torrent, pushing the air directly into Kasia's body. For a moment, his body froze in place, and it was not until the air gradually dispersed that Kasia drew his sword and set it aside.

"Whew、、、" exhaled heavily, and Kasia wiped the sweat from her forehead, sighing that she seemed to be a little too excited. I would never do such a thing in my normal life.

Turning his gaze to the sarcophagus, where the second-generation holy sword was originally placed, there was also a box with a very modern texture. Kasia recognized it as a special alloy, and although it was old, the environment inside the sarcophagus showed no signs of oxidation or decay.

"That's what Grote left behind. Cassia muttered to herself as she lifted the box and looked at it carefully. The trunk looks like it has shrunk down, and it has some weight. It is a standard lockbox, tightly sealed, with three corresponding card slots, and three password cards are half-spit out.

There was no marking or explanation on the chest, and Kasia thought that Groot would leave a few words on it.

Or are those words that want to be left in the box. One by one, pushing the passcard into the card slot, Kasia recalled Grote's words again, and after making sure that he really had no ill will towards him, he pressed the third passcodecard.

"Snort、、、" Several airtight voices sounded, and a gap opened in the middle of the sealed alloy box.