boyutpedia Chapter 657: The Void Cursed Sword Ryan
Chapter 657: The Void Cursed Sword Ryan
He was so used to being alone that even the crackling of the campfire was jarring to his ears.
But one time, he accidentally saved a child.
She was an abandoned little girl in the war on the border.
She had burns all over her body and was dying.
Barlock wanted to leave, but the child grabbed his rough fingers and murmured softly: "Uncle... don't go..."
He was silent for a long time, and finally raised the Hammer of the Void and gently struck the air.
A strange energy surged out of the crack and "pulled" the girl's life back.
That night, Barlock sat by the fire and understood for the first time—
This hammer can not only destroy, but also create.
He accompanied the girl for three years, teaching her how to read and how to work as a blacksmith.
The girl called him "Master" and often said with a smile: "When I grow up, I will make you a new hammer."
However, three years later, the Abyss Army swept across the border and the girl disappeared overnight.
All he found was a rag with a small bloody handprint on it.
At that moment, he was completely silent.
He never looked for new companions, but instead put all his emotions into the hammer.
With each blow, he whispered in his heart:
"This hammer is not for me, but for her."
Later, someone from the Dwarf Dynasty came to him and persuaded him to return to his tribe.
They said: "The king is willing to forgive you, on the condition that you hand over the Hammer of the Void."
Barlock just sneered and didn't answer.
He raised the hammer and tapped it lightly on the rock.
The rocks were instantly crushed into powder and the wind blew away the ashes.
"This is my only companion," he said. "If you take it, you will kill me again."
The dynasty's envoys never returned.
They understood that the dwarf could no longer be brought back into order.
Barlok's appearance is rugged, covered in scars and flame marks.
But in the eyes of those who really know him, he is not a cold-blooded monster.
He often secretly repaired broken armor late at night, no matter who the armor belonged to;
He will close his eyes silently for the fallen after the battle is over;
He would also whisper to the void in the silent valley, as if someone was listening.
The soldiers had overheard him say:
"In my life... I've broken everything, but I've never been able to knock back her laughter."
When he appeared in the Xingluo camp, many people thought he was like a wild beast that could go berserk at any time.
But Xingluo was not afraid.
Because he could see that the dwarf's real obsession was not killing, but protecting.
The Void Hammer is both Ballock's weapon and his scar.
It is so heavy that ordinary people cannot lift it, but he regards it as a part of his life.
Every blow of the hammer is his accusation against the world:
"If the gods do not even spare the bones of the world, then let me break their shackles."
Before the Temple of Light came to power, there was an ancient royal family on the continent.
They claim to be the heirs of the earth and the dawn, and rule the vast territory with blood as a contract.
The royal flag is a sword-shaped totem interwoven with red and black, symbolizing protection and judgment.
However, when the God of Light descended, this royal family was declared a "heretic."
Their names were erased from the annals, their territories were divided, and their bloodlines were cursed.
The descendants of the royal family have been burdened with a kind of pain ever since:
Whenever they reach adulthood, their souls gradually burn, devouring themselves with invisible flames.
They don't live past forty.
In the ruined royal court, the last prince was born.
His name is Ryan.
Ryan was different from a young age.
His eyes were not pure black or blue, but silver-gray, like the edge of a sword covered in fog.
The tribesmen said that this was a symbol of being cursed.
He had his first attack when he was ten years old.
In his dream, he felt his body being burned by fire, and when he woke up, the stone beside his pillow had turned into powder.
The elders told him: "That is a sign of a burning soul, you cannot escape it."
However, Ryan did not give in.
He chose to turn pain into strength.
Whenever his soul burned, he grasped an iron sword and used his spirit to guide the heat.
Gradually, the sword resonated with his soul.
At the age of sixteen, he used his soul as a blade for the first time and cut through the barrier that enveloped the royal court.
At that moment, he understood:
"My soul is a curse, but it can also become a sword."
When Ryan was twenty years old, he entered the royal ancestral tomb alone.
That is the place sealed by the God of Light himself, where countless cursed royal skeletons are buried.
He found a strange black stone deep in the ancestral tomb, and the whispers of countless ancestors echoed in the stone.
He awakened it with his blood and smelted it into his soul blade.
Three days and three nights later, he walked out of the ancestral tomb with a pitch-black sword.
The blade was incredibly sharp, yet it emitted a cold, dim light, as if it could cut through the soul itself.
This is the Cursed Sword.
It is forged from the pain of the royal family and the fire of the soul.
Every swing comes at the cost of one's own life.
The moment Ryan grasped the sword, a strand of his hair had turned white.
From then on, he traveled the continent alone with his sword as his companion.
He has no royal court, no people, only the curse of blood and a sword.
He helped oppressed civilians and killed the pursuing priests.
People call him "Gray Sword Ranger", but no one knows his true identity.
At night, he often stuck his sword into the ground, leaned his back against the sword and slept quietly.
A whisper came from the sword tip, it was the voice of the ancestor.
They reminded him: "Your life span will burn out quickly."
He just sneered: "Every day I live is your unfinished revenge."
One night, he fought fiercely with the Knights Temple in the ruins.
He swung the cursed sword, shattering the barrier of light, but he also spat out large mouthfuls of blood and his body almost collapsed.
Just as he was about to fall, an old man in a gray robe came over.
That's Kronos.
The old man looked at him and spoke slowly:
“You are swinging the sword with your life.
But if you learn how to harness the currents of time and space, your sword can reach further and you can live longer."
Ryan was silent for a long time, and finally nodded:
"If I can chop the god's chair into pieces, I will give everything."
Since then, he has joined an SSS-level mercenary group.
He became the sharpest sword in the team and also the most silent companion.
Under Kronos's guidance, Ryan learned to use the power of time and space to delay the burning of his soul.
His sword gradually gained more power:
Soul Slash - The sword blade slashes across, directly slicing the enemy's soul instead of the flesh.
Curse Surge - At the cost of life, the sword blade temporarily gains unstoppable power.
Soul Contract - Use the sword to connect with the soul of a companion, sharing pain and injuries.
As a result, he was able to confront the gods' messengers head-on in the war between gods.
But with every battle, his hair would turn a few more strands whiter, and his lifespan would continue to burn.
The War of Gods ended, Kronos disappeared, and the mercenary group scattered.
Ryan carried the cursed sword and walked alone into the wilderness.
He has very little time left to live.
But he was not afraid of death, he was afraid of——
The royal bloodline will completely disappear in history.
So he used his sword to carve countless names on the rock walls of the wilderness, all of which were the names of his erased ancestors.
He hopes that even if he dies, someone will still remember him.
When the bells of Requiem Valley rang, Ryan was sitting alone among the rubble.
The sound of the bell echoed, and the edge of his sword trembled slightly, as if the voices of countless ancestors were calling him.
He looked up and saw the sky split open and the breath of God descended.
He gently stroked the blade and whispered:
"It's time. I'll be with you after this battle."
He stepped into Starfall's camp, wearing a black cloak, his silver-gray eyes shining in the firelight.
When he drew out the pitch-black sword, all the soldiers felt their souls being torn apart by the chill.
He slowly spoke to Xingluo:
"I am Ryan, the last son of the lost royal family.
If you wish to fight the gods, I will wield my cursed sword for you."
Mo stared at the sword and whispered, "That's not a mortal weapon."
Xingluo's eyes were cold, and he nodded in response:
"This is not a weapon, but the obsession of blood."
Ryan thrust his sword down, the blade humming on the ground.
"I won't live long, but I will use my last life to dethrone the gods.
This is my destiny.”
The camp was silent, and everyone felt the cold oath.
Under Xingluo's command, the last forbidden demigod returns.
The night wind in the Requiem Bell Valley is very cold.
The fire illuminated the faces of the remaining soldiers, and in the silence the only sound was the gentle clashing of armor.
The bells in the distance are still echoing, as if the souls of the dead are still whispering.
At this time, five auras intertwined in the center of the camp.
The black dragon Xiao Hei lay beside the clock, his eyes burning with cold light.
Xingluo, who was behind it, was watching the four figures quietly.
They are the Forbidden Embers, the remnants of an SSS-ranked mercenary group.
Now, on the eve of the war of gods, they are finally gathered together.