Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343 The Story of the Saber

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She stepped forward and asked with apparent doubt, “I bought this, and now, I’m using it early. That’s not a problem, right?”

Phil stopped in his tracks and retreated instead. “Of course, there’s no problem. Please, go ahead!”

The hearts of the other people in the auction hall skipped a beat.

They said it was a gemstone.

Why did it feel like, in the hands of the little girl on the stage, it was not something as simple as a gemstone?

Blake stared intently at the stage. Sylvara had told her to buy this kind of gemstone because it would be useful. When she bought it herself, it was a whetstone.

Judging from what she was doing now, was she planning to sharpen the saber in public?

Agares’ pitch-black eyes were fixed on the person on the auction stage.

“You all think it’s rusted and can’t cut people anymore, right?” Sylvara held the hilt with her right hand and stroked the rust-covered blade with her left. “Didn’t I already say it? It belonged to a War Goddess of ancient Earth.

“That War Goddess’s mount had a mental energy barrier, and even the clothes she wore can be preserved to this day. Then why do you think the blade she used to kill zombies would become a useless blade?”

After she said that, the tip of the saber pressed into a zombie core. Her left hand pressed down on the blade, her right hand braced the hilt, and she pushed forward. The rusted spine of the saber scraped against the zombie core, sparks flying everywhere.

Along with it, a wave of murderous, bloody aura crossed three thousand years. With the scattering sparks, it spread fiercely and forcefully from the center of the auction hall, forming a powerful, oppressive deterrence that enveloped the entire venue.

The overwhelming deterrence and bloodlust made those with low mental energy levels unable to resist the urge to submit.

Agares’ hands clasped together tightened, his back straight as a pine tree as he sat in his seat, like the most unshakable boulder in the darkness.

Phil stumbled backward several steps, only stopping when his back struck the corner of the stage. His mental energy and physical ability were not weak in the auction hall, yet he still could not withstand the might released by that single sharpening of the saber.

Could it be that they had misjudged and miscalculated that blade, and that its value far exceeded 700 million, perhaps even much more?

Sylvara sharpened it once, then pulled back on the hilt with her right hand. The blade returned, and the five Level-5 zombie cores she had embedded into the tabletop instantly vanished without a trace.

Sylvara casually embedded another twenty zombie cores into the table: five Level-6 zombie cores, five Level-7 zombie cores, and ten Level-8 zombie cores.

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Chapter 343 The Story of the Saber

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Once again, she pressed the tip of the saber against the Level-6 zombie cores. With a sharp scrape, the blade ground across them. The sparks were even greater. With another pull back, the five Level-6 zombie cores were gone, without even dust remaining.

Next came the Level-7 zombie cores. The blade scraped back and forth four times, and the Level-7 zombie cores disappeared amid the sparks.

Then came the ten Level-8 zombie cores. The blade scraped back and forth six times. The sparks faded, the rust on the blade was ground away, and mysterious dark patterns surged forth.

The saber gleamed with a cold light, murderous aura surging, as if it had been soaked in a sea of corpses and blood.

The enormous auction hall was enveloped in this cold, murderous pressure. Those with low mental energy levels would have collapsed to their knees if not for their seats.

Sylvara held the hilt with one hand and flicked the saber into a flourish. The blade aura was sharp, enveloping the stage, as she slowly said, “The saber originated from the ring-pommel blade of the Praforia dynasty, but it had already diverged. The blade was narrow and straight, incomparably sharp, with a long hilt for two-handed use. Its momentum was swift, and in an instant, it could behead generals and tear down

their banners.

“Simply put, this is a war saber. See this ring on the hilt? More than two thousand years before the zombie apocalypse of ancient Earth, in the age of cold weapons, there were no cannons and no guns, only blades. When foreign enemies invaded, warriors went to the battlefield and threaded cloth through this ring, then wrapped the cloth around their hands and the blade.

“In this way, whether in hand-to-hand combat or mounted battle, even if they were struck down and thrown from their horses, the blade would never leave their grasp. They lived and died with it, cutting down enemy generals and seizing their banners, vowing never to retreat. This was the backbone and spirit of the people of Hesperia.

“After that, the saber was passed down, and during the Praforia period, it was reformed and greatly developed. The ring on the blade gradually disappeared, the exterior became more beautiful, and the whole blade more refined.

“During the height of the Praforia dynasty, Daggoria sent envoys to Praforia. Then, during the flourishing age of the great Praforia, the rulers of the Praforia dynasty at the time bestowed many items upon them.

“Just as I said earlier, the people of Daggoria revered the Praforia dynasty of Hesperia as the Celestial Court. At its most brilliant, the Praforia dynasty had all directions paying homage, unrivaled under heaven, with countless surrounding vassal states offering tribute. At that time, the total output of the entire world could not compare to that of the Praforia dynasty.

“And the blade in my hand was born in Praforia, forged with the finest craftsmanship of its age. At the time, there was nothing else like it in the world. So to the gentleman who just shouted at me-your entire family line, stretching back eighteen generations, still isn’t worth as much as this blade. And it doesn’t need you to assign it parents from Daggoria. It was born in Hesperia. Hesperia is its blood and its name. Do you understand?”

Everyone held their breath and stared at the person on the stage.

They stared at the blade in her hand-long, narrow, straight, and gleaming with a deadly cold light. For a