novelden Chapter 478 The Sword Demon Clan
Chapter 478 The Sword Demon Clan
"One last question? Do you know which divine positions are still vacant?" Xu Si needed to know what they were fighting over.
"Since the death of the previous deity, no new deity has succeeded the God of Fate. In addition, there are the God of War and the God of Destruction, making a total of three vacant divine positions!"
Xu Si hadn't expected an answer, but surprisingly, Wan Liuchun actually knew.
Do the gods have no secrets?
Seemingly noticing Xu Si's confusion, Wan Chun continued speaking.
"Actually, it's easy to verify. Why don't you just open your mouth and curse the God of Creation!"
Xu Si was stunned for a moment.
"Insulting the God of Creation?"
"Yes, right now." Wan Liuchun's lips curled up slightly, and a look of anticipation appeared on his exquisite, almost perfect face.
"Didn't you want to know if the vacancy at the god's position was real or not? Try it and you'll find out."
Xu Si frowned slightly, feeling that Wan Liuchun was setting a trap for him.
"Are you sure you're not making fun of me? What kind of idiot would I be to insult a god?" Especially after confirming that the god really exists.
"How many deities are there in total?" This was truly Xu Si's last question.
"Nine digits, or eight digits!"
"How do you explain this? Nine is nine, and eight is eight!" Xu Si didn't understand why there were redundant positions for gods.
"Because eight of them are true gods recognized by all races, and one is a forsaken god despised by all races."
"what?"
Why hasn't anyone told him these things? Is the world of the gods really that complicated?
"The eight true gods are: Creation, Order, Nature, Wisdom, Mystery, Destruction, Destiny, and Battle," Jian Gui explained.
"What about the abandoned gods?"
"The God of Plague, it is said, was killed by a sneak attack from the God of Plague."
"Who told you that?" Xu Si hadn't expected there to be so many rumors about Wan Liu Chun, and each one was more sensational than the last.
Wanliuchun gave him a beautiful eye roll. Could she tell him that this was something she had learned from a little bit of bewitching and scheming?
"But, senior, I already have a family member. Can I still accept your Sword Demon Clan?" Xu Si thought of a question.
"What? You already have a family?"
Not only was Jian Gui shocked, but Wan Liuchun was equally shocked. She and Xu Si spent every day together, so how could she not know?
It's definitely not Yi Yi; she knows Yi Yi's situation.
"Xu Si, you're not kidding, are you?" Wan Liuchun's voice was unusually serious, lacking its usual languidness.
"You can't just recruit any kind of companion; it requires a deep resonance on a soul level, mutual recognition, and a contract. You—"
She suddenly stopped.
Because she could tell from Xu Si's expression that he wasn't joking.
Xu Si glanced down at his shadow, then kicked the shadow out of it.
Then the little guy cautiously and carefully blended into Xu Si's shadow, not daring to look at Jian Gui and Wan Liuchun.
"The Nightmare Clan? Weren't they wiped out?" Wan Liuchun recognized the little guy's background.
She walked barefoot from the edge of Nirvana, bent down, and tilted her head to examine the trembling little thing.
The snow-white skirt trailed on the gravel ground, and the red silk thread at her ankle was particularly eye-catching under the starlight.
The nightmare imp trembled even more violently.
"Are you sure this is your family member?" Wan Liuchun turned her head to look at Xu Si, her exquisitely beautiful face filled with disbelief.
"Confirmed." Xu Si nodded; he was a man with a system.
"Logically speaking, someone of your level shouldn't be able to recruit followers!"
The expression on his face as he tried to hold onto spring was absolutely brilliant.
"Huh? Can't accept it? What did he mean just now?"
Just now, Jian Gui was questioning Wan Liuchun about why she hadn't become his kin.
"He just wants to establish a family contract with you, which means that when you can receive family members, they will automatically become your family members. It's still different from a real family member!" Wanliuchun explained.
"So, at what life level can I accept followers?" Xu Si asked.
"No rank is acceptable; only gods can have followers!"
So what's the deal with his family member?
Is this little guy a product of the system? Could it be a bug in the system?
"We'll find out once we try," Jian Gui said somewhat eagerly.
If Xu Si can truly accept his family completely, that would be terrifying.
Then the Sword Demon Clan would truly have hope.
They will help Xu Si ascend to godhood regardless.
Not every race has the luck to receive divine favor.
Xu Si did not refuse.
With an additional level eight weirdo as a bodyguard, wouldn't he be able to roam freely in this Earthly Apocalypse where the highest level is level eight?
Jian Shiyi then took a step forward, and silver-white sword intent condensed around him.
Xu Si sensed it in an instant.
It was not a perception from the stellar veins, but a touch from the divine "exquisite".
The feeling was strange—it was as if a door was slowly opening deep within his consciousness, and on the other side stood not just a sword demon, but an entire race.
Countless sword intents surged from the depths of Sword Mountain—silver-white, dark silver, bluish-gray, and even a few jet-black—converging into a torrent that flowed into Jian Shiyi's body and then out of his body, spreading towards Xu Si.
"Is this the contract system of the Sword Demon Clan?" Wan Liuchun was also seeing this for the first time, and unusually, he didn't make fun of it.
"The bond of kinship is a bond of the entire clan. I never thought that the Sword Demon Clan would have so few members left."
The reluctance to let spring pass by was tinged with regret; this was the current state of affairs for the various races after the failure of the chosen ones.
Xu Si frowned slightly.
He sensed the weight contained within that torrent of sword intent—not the weight of power, but the weight of responsibility.
A contract is never a one-sided demand.
"What should I do?" Xu Si asked.
"It's good that you don't refuse!" Jian Shiyi's voice still had a metallic resonance, but it seemed much softer than before.
Xu Si took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
The divine "Linglong" seemed to be accepting those sword intents.
Xu Si couldn't sense Linglong's location, but he knew that all of these sword intents had been absorbed.
[Family Contract Detected: Sword Demon Clan (Entire Clan)]
Should I spend 200000 purification points to open up a new family member slot?
A system notification appeared deep within Xu Si's consciousness; the words were dazzlingly clear under the starlight.
That actually works.
Xu Si did not hesitate.
"Yes"
200000 purification points were then deducted from the system panel, the number plummeted, and finally stopped at 157300.
Xu Si didn't feel bad about spending 200,000. With an 8th-level sword ghost, he could earn it back with three 7th-level ghosts.
Moreover, the value of an ethnic group goes far beyond that.
This number might have been considered substantial before, but compared to what he has gained now, it is insignificant.
In that instant, a torrent of sword intent surged into the depths of his consciousness like water bursting its banks.
Linglong seemed to be violently shaken by this torrent.
He saw it.
Under a gray sky, I saw countless silver swords stuck in the ground, their blades engraved with intricate patterns, each pattern flowing slowly like blood vessels or rivers.
That is the homeland of the Sword Demon Clan, and also the legacy of the Sword Demon Clan.
He saw the swords split open, and from them emerged silver-white figures. They were small and fragile, unable to even condense sword intent, but their posture already possessed the rudiments of swords—straight, sharp, and unyielding.
He saw the battlefield.
Endless darkness surged from the horizon, and countless tribesmen perished in the darkness.
Xu Si appears to have participated in this world-destroying war as a member of the Sword Demons.
As Xu Si died, the scene abruptly ended.
His consciousness broke free from the torrent, and he gasped for breath, like a drowning person finally surfacing.
He found his cheeks were wet.
I don't know when, but he started crying.