Chapter 291: Iron Fairy Subjugation (1)
A strange grave of swords. The numerous swords stuck in the ground were made entirely of iron, including their hilts.
None of these weapons were crafted by human hands.
However, they were weapons that imitated those made by humans.
In the center of the grave of swords, there was a hill of bones filled with skeletal remains, and on that hill, a greatsword stood tall, battered by the wind and rain.
A man approached the greatsword. He had immaculate, snow-white hair.
The raging wind and rain couldn’t reach the man wrapped in radiance, evaporating before touching him. Such was his holiness that something as insignificant as raindrops couldn’t even dare to come close.
At last, he arrived before the greatsword and came to a stop.
[Fairy, Rachnil. I know what you’re up to, you scum, lurking in silence.]
Soon, the numerous swords began to tremble, making a metallic sound as if they were screaming.