The surrounding lights brought out a dark and pure shadow inside, as if a surging dark tide made Cassia feel palpitations. The movements once paused. The stone coffin lid was not heavy, but the friction sound echoed in this space seemed to be a signal, awakening the invisible things.

The eyes of those dragon bones uploaded by them became more solid. Cassia believed that as long as there was sufficient energy here, they could all wake up on their own initiative. Sweat was seeping out of their foreheads, but I didn’t know how many times they thought about it. I don’t know if Grote had such a hobby, why did they choose someone else’s cemetery to hide something. I knew this might be his backup plan, but in the dream, Grote never said any details about it.

According to Cassia's understanding at that time, all he needed to do was to find this place, and then take some time to find the entrance. After successfully passing through the maze-like cave network, the second-generation holy sword was quietly inserted into the ground, waiting for him to pull it out, and finally he slowly took it away and returned to Manoma.

But the reality is too different, and Cassia should have thought that how could the matter involved with the first generation of Knight King be as smooth as he imagined?

With the sound of falling to the ground, Cassia pushed the lid to the ground. The sound of falling was shaken. The blood vessels slightly bulging on Cassia's forehead also jumped. He turned on the strong light flashlight, and the huge coffin was not as much as he imagined.

There are no burial objects for decoration, and not even a piece of jewelry. It may be appropriate to say that they are empty, because the items inside are indeed less important than the entire huge physical coffin.

A bone lying inside, her height was much higher than that of ordinary people, about two and a half meters. Cassia subconsciously thought of Selmer. The color was gray-black, and each one looked particularly thick. Even if there was a factor of body shape and height, it seemed abnormal in Cassia's eyes.

There were many fine black particles on the dead 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 string of necklaces fell on the chest ribs of the dead bones. It was the only decoration. A piece of white thread was wearing two animal teeth the size of a thumb. Perhaps some breath would remain on it, just like those dragon bones. But after all, it was a dead object. For so long, Cassia had never felt any breath from the two animal teeth.

When you pick up the necklace, you can see that the beast teeth are hollowed out. Like a lampshade, in the hollowed out place, it is filled with crystal amber. One of the beast teeth is filled with amber, and the remaining one is relatively intact. In the amber, a piece of dark red crystal as big as a fingertip is frozen.

It is a translucent object, emitting a hazy red light under the light.

"The three crystals obtained through sacrifices on the last few stone paintings?" Cassia recalled that the appearance was not very different in shape and was stored in a sarcophagus. "Then this dead bone is the one who swallowed a crystal on the stone painting."

"Is the other crystal taken away by Grote?" Cassia looked carefully at the dark red crystal in the middle of the amber, and her perception was much enlarged at this time. This crystalline amber is not an ordinary thing. Through them, Cassia had only visual feelings about this crystal.

On the edge of the dead bone, a long sword that looked very ordinary was lying there, not much different from the forged steel sword he usually trained to use. The only difference may be in the material. Although overall, it tends to be an unusually dull silver color, it is obviously not steel, but another material that he has not touched.

"Is this the second-generation holy sword?" Cassia put the necklace into his pants' pocket, walked to the other side of the sarcophagus, and gently picked up the holy sword. It was very heavy, which was his intuitive feeling. The ordinary forged steel sword only weighed twenty or thirty kilograms, but the weight of this second-generation holy sword was probably as high as his own weight, nearly half a ton.

As the sacred equipment of the empire, Cassia originally thought that no matter whether it is the first generation, second generation, or the main body of the holy sword, it would be the ultimate form of a pneumatic weapon, but on the second generation of holy swords in her hand, Cassia did not see any shadow of a pneumatic weapon.

Apart from weight and material, the second-generation holy sword is almost no different from the ordinary forged steel sword, and does not even bring a little sacred breath.

"Is it because it's not liberated?"

From many aspects, we know some information about the Imperial Holy Sword. As the ultimate cold weapon, the body and its imitations have great power. Like an airship, the power level they face is often a fully configured army. It seems that they have their own premises. Just like to use pneumatic weapons proficiently, you not only need your own identity level, but also meet the corresponding standards in the surgical stage. At least Cassia knows that pneumatic weapons are related to the development of the heat-resistant surgical procedures of the arm.

"Maybe the same is true for the second-generation holy sword. If he wants to make his role in his hands, his own standards and matching knowledge are indispensable."

Gently stroking the sword body, a cold feeling came from the fingertips. The sharp blade shone with a cold light, as if it could cut the gaze that looked over. Cassia turned her head, thought for a while, and raised the second-generation holy sword a little clumsyly and slashed the sarcophagus.

With a "swish", the sword body cut through the air and also cut through the sarcophagus. No spark was rubbed, and it directly opened up a smooth gap. Half of the sword body was completely trapped under the hard ground. If Cassia had not used force halfway through, the entire sword body would have penetrated into the ground and leaving only the hilt of the sword.

"Boom!" With this sword, a "buzzing" sound suddenly came from Cassia's ears. The air instantly became sticky and almost solidified. A huge weight appeared out of thin air and pressed on him. Although all the complete dragon bones around him did not have complete consciousness now, the sarcophagus was destroyed and still touched them.

His eyes gathered into a torrent, pushing the air to directly bombard Cassia's body. His body was out of control for a moment and stiffened in place. It was not until the air gradually dissipated that Cassia drew out the holy sword and placed it aside.

"Huh,,," he let out a heavy breath. Cassia wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed inwardly that he seemed to be a little too excited. He would never do such a thing in normal times.

He turned his attention to the sarcophagus. There was also a box with a very modern texture where the second-generation holy sword was originally placed. Cassia recognized that it was a special alloy. Although it was a long time ago, the environment inside the sarcophagus did not cause it to have traces of oxidation and decay.

"This is also left by Grote." Cassia said to herself, and lifted the box and looked carefully. The luggage box looked smaller and had some weight. It was a standard password box, sealed very tightly, with three corresponding card slots, and three password cards were half spit out.

There was no mark or explanation on the box, and Cassia thought Groot would leave a few words on it.

Or, those who wanted to stay were pushed into the card slot one by one by one by one. Cassia recalled Grote's words again, and after confirming that he had no malicious intentions towards him, he pressed the third password card.
Chapter completed!