A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Chapter 132: Four Heroes (Seeking Recommendation Votes)

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“Are you all ready?”

Seven days later, the senior sister took Nors, Jiera, Alaya, and Lu Anya to the front of the Avalon Treasury.

Although they had not fully developed the Transcendent treasures, due to the Miracle Blossom, the four now had the qualifications to barely come into contact with Heroic Level treasures.

Especially Lu Anya, as the strongest among them, the senior sister was very much looking forward to which Heroic treasure she would obtain.

“Come in.”

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The senior sister led the way into the third layer of the treasury, where four platforms were situated in the four corners.

The first was the Dragon Crown Vermilion Halberd that the senior sister and Bailuo had previously obtained.

However, the senior sister had the Avalon Treasury; this treasury was more like her ability, her personal treasury, capable of replicating any treasures produced within.

“This, is the Heroic Level treasure, the Dragon Crown Vermilion Halberd.”

The senior sister said to the four: “In my legacy, this was forged using a dead Red Dragon as material. Because it contains the dragon’s resentment, it demands a high level of willpower from its bearer.”

“Yet, it is also the most destructive among the four Heroic treasures.”

“You,” the senior sister asked, “who wants to try?”

“Fire-type doesn’t suit my attributes,” Lu Anya shook her head, “I’ll pass.”

“I prefer bow and arrows.”

Jiera did not choose it either, and as for Alaya, “I want that one.”

Everyone followed Alaya’s gaze and discovered she was pointing at a cross that was roughly as tall as a person.

The cross was huge, and even for Alaya’s height, she would probably only be able to carry it at an angle.

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The Avalon Treasury would simulate powerful treasures from ancient times, then use Miracle Power to endow them with some of these treasures’ abilities.

This is what made Ideal Coast so terrifying, encompassing everything imaginable.

As long as you are a treasure, there is a possibility that you can be fashioned here.

[Eastern Truth Cross Sword]

Level: Heroic

Description: Once a weapon of a certain Miracle Troop Type, it contains the Holy power to judge heretics

“This…”

The senior sister said: “It’s called the Eastern Truth Cross Sword, a simplified version of the Eastern Expedition Cross Sword, thus only Heroic Level.”

“If it were the Eastern Expedition Cross Sword, it would probably be born inside the Legendary Treasury.”

In theory, as long as one fully masters a treasure’s power, one can break through that realm.

Just like the Heroic treasures here, while they might not reach the pinnacle of Heroic Level at their prime, they are still among the upper echelons.

With a single touch, the senior sister could master a treasure’s power in the treasury and know all the information about it.

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“Acquiring it doesn’t require willpower, but rather… ”

“Schwing!”

Before the senior sister could finish, Alaya had already drawn the Eastern Truth Cross Sword and then easily pulled it out: “Is that how it is? Just draw it out, and it’s good?”

Alaya was blind and her physical condition was not among the best of the People of Yatun.

But that didn’t mean she was without achievements over these twenty years, everyday wasted.

In fact, since childhood, Alaya had been learning a special set of sword techniques.

These were uniquely created for a blind person like her by her uncle; not strong in attack but precise and ingenious.

Combined with her special hearing, sense of smell, and mind, her willpower sharpened her perception to an incredible degree, enough to cut down invisible objects with just the slightest rustle of wind or grass.

If it weren’t for years of hunger, combined with the incongruity of a blind person entering the battlefield.

Perhaps Alaya could also have slain a few Pirates when she first arrived at the island.

“…”

The senior sister really couldn’t do anything with Alaya, this woman left her at a loss.

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“The Eastern Truth Cross Sword requires devotion, as well as an enlightened soul that is not afraid of darkness and despair.”

Hearing this, it seemed only natural for Alaya to have been able to lift it.

“Okay, forget I said anything.”

The senior sister ignored Alaya.

This woman was terrifying; the senior sister felt that she couldn’t teach her anything. Better to let this woman comprehend on her own.

“This, this, I want this.”

Lu Anya had found what she wanted, moving quickly to a platform, upon which was an exquisite emerald green gemstone ring.

[Dew Drinking Floral Ring]

Level: Heroic

Description: A vibrant flower gem ring nurtured with abundant moonlight condensed dew.

“Seems like there’s no difficulty at all.”

Lu Anya simply picked up the ring, slipped it onto her finger, and then trotted back to show it off to the senior sister: “Look look, does it look good?”

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The two women made the senior sister feel that her life was filled with hardship: ‘Somehow, it feels somewhat embarrassing…’

Eastern Truth Cross Sword: Don’t I deserve some face?

Dew Drinking Floral Ring: No face to save, no face to be had.

“Hmm!”

On the other hand, Jiera faced a quandary: “Can’t lift it.”

What she had chosen was an extremely long great sword.

Not just a sword, it was also a longbow.

[Belated Arrow]

Level: Heroic

Summary: A legendary Word Spirit Longbow once used by a hero, designed specifically for slaying giants.

This bow was very strange, entirely black with a slightly curved body, which maintained a small degree of curvature, indicating from the exposed sharp end that it was also a melee weapon.

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However, calling it a bow, yet there was no bowstring.

Calling it a sword, yet it had no sheath, simply wrapped in cloth-like white paper.

Jiera looked closely and found the paper was filled with black characters she did not recognize, nor understood their use.

But, as archery was Jiera’s strongest skill, this bow became her only choice.

“Can’t lift it.”

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