Slumdog Billionaire Husband
Chapter 938

Chapter 938 Soul Saber

After getting used to the Silver Wings, Gerald tucked them away and picked up the pitch-black sword next to him.

The blade, from the body to the scabbard, was completely dark.

Gerald felt a chill run down his spine when he pulled out the blade. The blade was 4 feet long and had countless carvings on it, making it look like a weapon for an evil spirit.

For some reason, when Gerald pulled it out, he felt as if there were layers of phantoms around him. The phantoms were gnawing at objects - eating rocks, soil, and wood on the ground.

Gerald, on the other hand, could feel his hunger as well. He could not help but feel the urge to eat everything.

It took Gerald and the others a lot of effort to restrain that feeling.

Dumbfounded, he said, "What's going on?"

"This sword is called Soul Saber!" At that time, Anabel took the initiative to introduce it. "It is ranked sixth on the Divine Weapon list, and it is ranked above Thunder Saber. It is indeed the most special sword on the

Divine Weapon list."

"Huh?" Gerald looked at the sword with interest and asked, "What is it?"

"It is said that this blade was not refined. It was formed naturally. And when it was formed, it contained an attribute-related ability and another special attribute-related ability the Six Paths of Transmigration!" Anabel said.

Gerald was dumbfounded. "I don't understand."

Anabel said, "The hunger you felt just now is the attribute-related ability of this sword. It's called Hungry

Ghosts - but it only contains that. Legend has it that there are a total of six Soul Sabers, which can be combined into one. At that time, the real Six Paths of Transmigration is contained, but the other five have. been lost. This is the only one left."

Gerald was surprised. The impact just then was indeed huge.

He was then in the supreme level of Flame Decay. If he suddenly pulled out that blade during battle and the opponent was affected by Hungry Ghosts, he would definitely show his flaws at that moment. A single flaw in a battle between supreme Flame Decayers could be fatal.

"This thing is indeed a bit magical." Gerald looked at Carolyn and said, "I feel that this saber is quite similar to yours. I've always thought you were born hungry. Why don't you use it?"

There was a hint of embarrassment on Carolyn's face as she said, "I'm not using it. This saber is eerie. You can give it to the others!"

Gerald looked at Valery, who shook her head and said, "I'm just a medic. I won't fight unless I have no other choice."

Gerald was dumbfounded. He had no choice but to put away the sword first. When the opportunity would arise, he would give it to Blaine or tell the others to use it.

Only those above the level of Flame Decay could handle that saber.

Anabel continued, "If it can be put into one, I'm afraid this sword will rank second on the weapon list."

Gerald was shocked "That's insane! It'd only rank second on the weapon list! How terrifying would the first be?"

"First?" Anabel said, "The one ranked first... I've seen that weapon before."

"Huh?" Gerald looked at her in shock.

"About ten years ago, when I was still studying in Skylark City... Anabel said, "I've seen it once! That time, the Archaic Tribe... was humiliated."

"What do you mean?" Gerald asked.

"The first weapon is a sword, and that sword is called the 'Freedom Sword"!" Anabel said, "No one has seen it in person. The person who owns it is an alcoholic." "Alcoholic? Valery asked suspiciously.

"Well, there are also people who call the first weapon the 'Alcoholic Sword," Anabel said. "The drunkard doesn't have much power. He's just a person, but no one dares to mess with him, including the people from the Eight Forces. There's a saying that describes this person." She continued, "Under the nebula, the souls of the dead are transmigrated from the Freedom Sword of the drunkard. No one would dare to call themselves the strongest person without the Freedom Sword!"

Gerald took a deep breath.

There was no doubt that the guy called 'Alcoholic' was just like Blaine, who was known as 'The Invincible!!

And that Alcoholic seemed to be the top combat power of Havotune...

"Then, what do you mean by the Archaic Tribe being humiliated?" Gerald asked curiously.

"That was when I was studying in Skylark City. At that time, I heard that there was a senior member of the Archaic Tribe. I don't know why he got into trouble with the drunkard." Anabel said, "Then... the Alcoholic went to Skylark City with the sword by himself."

"Huh?" Gerald was shocked.

He had seen the foundation of the Archaic Tribe.

Anabel continued, "At that time, he stood in front of Skylark City and didn't say a word! But the entire Archaic Tribe was like facing a great enemy. All the masters in Skylark City gathered at the city gate, including the leader! The senior rnanager kept apologizing to him. And the Alcoholic didn't say anything. He sat in front of the gate, drinking with a gourd. Then, seemingly drunk, he put the gourd to his waist and stood up to pull out his Freedom Sword! To be precise, none of us saw him pull out his sword, and then... he just turned around and left." Anabel said, "When he turned around, the gate of Skylark City collapsed!"

"What the heck? Are you sure this guy doesn't have any power behind him? How dare he mess with the Archaic Tribe?" Gerald was shocked.

"He's one person. It is said that he is a vagrant. He is usually like ordinary people wandering around Havotune. Legend has it that he has lived for countless years," Anabel said with a sigh. "And then? Did they get into a fight?" Carolyn asked.

"No!" Anabel sighed. "Many people were angry at that time, but... the leader endured it."

Gerald couldn't help but exclaim, "Awesome!"

That person had been holding a wine gourd and slashed the gate of Skylark City. That was equivalent to directly slapping the Archaic Tribe in the face, and the Archaic Tribe had endured it. Gerald's heart ached when he recalled being forced by Archaic Tribe.

Damn it! I'll do the same thing in the future! Gerald thought to himself.

That topic had attracted the attention of Gerald and the others. Along the way, Anabel kept telling them about the legend of the Alcoholic.

A few hours had passed unknowingly. Later, the aircraft stopped and the hover car stopped at Mullen City!

Gerald and the others got out of the hover car. Someone hurriedly greeted them. It was a servant from Anabel's manor. He carried a lot of things, including the books that Gerald and the others had bought and Carolyn's clothes.

"Well, that's too much." Carolyn said awkwardly, "Just stay in the manor and give these to the women there."

Anabel froze for a moment and then nodded.

Gerald took the books.

Anabel said with a sense of loss, "I don't know when we'll meet again next time."

"We'll come to Mullen City to look for you when we have time," Valery said with a smile.

"If you can't replace Mullen City, go to Skylark City. I'm sure I'd be there," Anabel hurriedly informed them.

"Okay." Gerald and the rest nodded.

"I've already bought tickets, so I can't send you down this time. The clan is urging me to go back." Anabel said, "I can only trouble you to take the public aircraft. You will arrive at the City of Phoenix smoothly." Next to her, the servant hurriedly handed over three tickets!

Gerald took a ticket and thought for a while before saying, "I have something to tell you."

Upon hearing Gerald's words, the servant wisely ran away.

"What's wrong?" Anabel looked at Gerald.

"Have you been close to Brigid recently?" Gerald asked.

Anabel nodded and said, "She seems to be a good person."

Don't Judge a book by its cover!" Gerald sald solemnly. "Remember to keep a distance from that woman in the future. Don't get too close to her.

"Huh?" Anabel looked at Gerald with a suspicious look on her face.

Gerald frowned. He didn't know if he should tell Anabel that Brigid was from Nether Palace. He was worried that Anabel would think too much if he told her. He pondered for a moment and said, "In short... The beast attack during our trial was planned by her."

"What?" Anabel was shocked.

Gerald continued, "Don't tell anyone. Also, don't mention anything about Nether Palace to anyone else unless you become the head of the Archaic Tribe." After a while, Anabel nodded and said, "Okay. I won't ask too much, but I'll definitely remember your advice!"

"All right. We'll be leaving, then." Gerald smiled.

"Gerald?" Suddenly, a surprised voice sounded.

Gerald looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in a black robe with a black cat in her arms. walking toward them.