Chapter 211: Weapons on the Ancient Battlefield

"Can you temporarily leave this Martial weapon of yours here with us? I will give you a similar weapon for self-defense."

Kaelen tapped on the table surface, narrowing his eyes to look at the broadsword in Dean’s hand.

Hearing Kaelen request to keep his Martial weapon, Dean hesitated a bit. For Eastern continent beastmen, a Martial weapon was not only a weapon but also their life, a symbol of power hidden deep within their core. Handing a Martial weapon to others was no different from entrusting one’s own life.

But remembering the sad red eyes of the Sub-Beast he loved, Dean gritted his teeth. He placed the heavy broadsword onto the wooden table, instantly denting a deep mark into the thick oak surface.

Sane placed his hand on the edge of his spatial bag, slowly drawing out a broad-bladed saber, looking slightly larger in size than Dean’s Martial weapon. The saber blade emitted purplish-blue ripples under the sunlight. He then took out an animal skin scabbard from his space; the inlaid stones on it were unknown, but they looked precious at a glance.

Sane handed the saber to Dean, saying: "This saber has no martial power fluctuation but can fight head-on with Martial weapons. It cannot be retracted into your body so you must store it inside the scabbard. The saber and scabbard are a pair, do not lose them."

Dean’s gaze fluctuated slightly, reaching out to accept the saber from Sane’s hand. When he touched this saber, the Martial weapon on the oak table suddenly vibrated, emitting humming sounds as if protesting. A red glint flashed in the depths of Dean’s eyes, looking as if he was about to go crazy.

Clang!

The black sword at Sane’s waist flew out of its scabbard, stabbing its tip into the body of Dean’s Martial weapon. The dark purple magic core at the sword hilt flashed purple light, and streams of dark purple lightning flew out, running along the sword blade to strike the broadsword’s body.

The broadsword on the table was struck until it trembled violently, not daring to emit humming sounds anymore. The blood-red color in Dean’s eyes also gradually receded. He rested the blue saber tip on the ground, holding half of his face with his left hand, panting heavily. Sweat poured down his body like rain, and he looked at his Martial weapon in horror:

"Just now... was I being mind-controlled by it just now?!"

No wonder the Crimson Priest told him to leave his Martial weapon behind; it turned out they had discovered the problem lay within his Martial weapon. Moreover, just now when the Crimson Chief’s incredibly cool sword appeared, he sensed extreme fear emanating from his Martial weapon.

Do Martial weapons also have feelings? Do they also have sentience?

Kaelen smiled: "Have you realized it too? It is fine to tell you, I suspect that your clan’s madness is eighty percent caused by the Martial weapons, therefore you just leave it here first, we will find a way to resolve it. Rest assured, it will not dare to control your mind anymore."

Dean looked at his Martial weapon with a highly complex gaze, then clenched his fists and asked: "Can I tell my clan members about this?"

Sane shook his head: "Do not rush to tell them temporarily, because we also do not know how to neutralize it yet. If you speak out now, not only will they not believe you, but you yourself will be suspected of betraying the tribe. It is best to just say the Martial weapon is damaged and brought to us for repair."

Dean pursed his lips and nodded heavily.

After seeing Dean off, everyone dispersed to do their own tasks; those who needed to cook cooked, those who needed to do laundry did laundry.

Aaron, Evan, Draven, and Sane sat gathered together, waiting for Kaelen to flip through the weapon forging book to find information. Even lunch was fed directly into Kaelen’s mouth by Sane. The weapon forging book was as thick as a rock; flipping through all of it would probably take a long time.

Fortunately, they had already flipped through half of it for research previously, so today they only needed to flip through the remaining half.

"Here it is!"

It was not until the afternoon, when everyone was bored to the point of nodding off, that Kaelen finally found the needed material on page three thousand four hundred and twelve of the book. He placed his index finger on the page, slowly reading every line of text on it: "A weapon undergoing the forging process, if unused, is merely a decoration. Only when a weapon draws blood and generates murderous aura does it become a true weapon..."

"... After every cruel battle, if a weapon is not retrieved, it will remain on the battlefield. Some will rust and rot over time, but some will absorb the murderous aura and death aura on the battlefield; the murderous aura inside the weapon at this time will be polluted, gradually transforming into demonic aura."

"When this demonic aura accumulates enough, it will slumber inside the weapon’s body; when it sees blood again, it will awaken. By the time the demonic aura fully awakens, if the master does not have enough power to suppress the demonic aura, the master’s mind will be completely devoured by the demonic aura, becoming a machine knowing only to kill. After the former master dies, the demonic aura continues to hibernate, waiting for a new cycle..."

Kaelen stopped reading here. Everyone simultaneously drew a cold breath, their gazes looking at the suppressed Martial weapon on the table exuding extreme horror.

Aaron gulped his saliva: "But are other people’s Martial weapons the same as the Black Bear clan’s?"

Sane tapped on the table surface, speaking thoughtfully: "What if the Martial weapons of each clan are summoned from their own clan’s ruins? After this person falls, that Martial weapon will return to the ruins, waiting for the next master. And what if the Black Bear clan’s ruins happen to be an Ancient battlefield...?"

Kaelen nodded, affirming resolutely: "You are exactly right, there are also records here. This book belongs to the Dwarf clan, but inside it clearly records the weapon characteristics of each clan.

For example, the weapons of the Elf clan, regardless of which Elf lineage, when an Elf’s lifespan ends, their soul will return to the Mother Tree, and their weapons will also dissipate along with them. Then when the master reincarnates once again, it also resurrects along accordingly.

The weapons of the Human clan, except for weapons with magical fluctuations or weapons that have recognized a master, will mostly turn into scrap iron after a long time.

The Dragon clan does not like to use weapons but likes to collect weapons; sometimes they will also use their own fire to forge weapons themselves. Weapons forged under Dragon fire are eternal with time, also being treasures that worldly people hunt for day after day, year after year..."

There were illustrations beside it; Kaelen paused slightly, then raised his head to look at Sane’s sword, blinking his eyes.

He suppressed the surprise in his heart, lowered his head, and continued reading:

"... The Divine Tree clan can use roots, tree branches, and tree leaves as weapons; their flowers and fruits can also attack others. The Gnome clan is too tiny and weak, inherently unsuitable for fighting and killing, so they do not have their own weapons.

The Beastman clan usually uses their fangs or blood to forge weapons, their durability and attack power being extremely strong. Particularly the Black Bear clan (underlined twice by the writer) uses their third rib as forging material; besides strong murderous aura, it also carries a portion of untamable wildness. If other clans just touch the weapons of the Black Bear clan, if not dead, they will also go crazy..."

"Motherfucker!"

Everyone immediately stepped back, instinctively clutching their chests. How much would it hurt to pull out a live rib? Is this Black Bear clan crazy?!